INDEPENDENT Pandora Hearts

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PORTRAYED BY MONIQUE.


ғɪʀᴇɪɴʜɪsʙʟᴏᴏᴅ.

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     the smile on the others face as he looks at him, it terrifies him to no end, it was a look he doesn’t want to see on his captors face until he was sure he wasn’t being fooled. he lets himself be turned around and pushed, moving forward faster on his own so he wasn’t being forced towards the exit. “yes sir.” he couldn’t help but smile as he heard those words, they’re going right now.

     following the other out the door, he tries his best to keep up with his captors footsteps, to be sure he doesn’t let him down by walking too slow. he fiddles with his fingers as they walk, looking down at his feet and at the bag swinging beside him. “they deserve it. my sisters are horribly annoying, always giggling and jumping around. they’re both fifteen, it’s not like they’re young, they don’t need to act so damn childish all the time. they don’t know how to leave me alone, it’s irritating.” he begins, glaring at the ground, his fingers stop fiddling for a few moments as he runs his lanky fingers through his light blonde hair. “my brothers a druggie, always high and if he’s not high, he’s fighting with my father. he blames me for his misfortune, though it was himself who decided to get addicted to drugs, not me. i hate him.” he swallows his anger as he finally talks about the one person who deserves it the most, his father. the worst one of them all, in his mind.

     “my dad.. he fucking sucks. he’s done a lot of shit, i can’t even remember it all. he’s the reason for my mothers death, i know that much. he’s always getting drunk and having sex with complete whores, who he just lets walk around the house afterwards, as if they aren’t just prostitutes he has on speed dial. he never listens to me, and when he does, he’s only half listening, i know this because he hardly answers the questions i ask, i have to repeat them ten times before he does. he acts as though his second child doesn’t even exist. i hate him the most.” he looks up at his captor for the first time since they left. “do you see why i want them all dead now, sir?”

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  His steps are much more larger than the boy’s, but he doesn’t bother taking smaller, more slower steps for him. In fact, he doesn’t even notice he’s walking too fast for the other male to keep up. Thankfully, the younger keeps up & doesn’t fall too far behind. It’d make him nothing but ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ. He readjusts the bag slung over his shoulder, glancing over to peer behind him to confirm the boy was still behind him ( if not barely beside him ). His eyes drop to the ground, taking in the background being given. Laughing at ғᴇᴡ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ parts of the boy’s explanation on his ᴏᴡɴ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

  “Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ ᴋɪᴅ.” has he always been this way? Violent? He certainly isn’t sᴀɴᴇ. “Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ I ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴋɪᴅ sᴜᴄʜ ᴀs ʏ ᴏ ᴜ ʀ s ᴇ ʟ ғ ᴡʜᴏ– ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜɪs ғᴀᴍʟʏ– ɪᴛ’s ᴛʜᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇ. Nᴏᴛ ʙᴇɢɢɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴀғᴇᴛʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ?” the raven laughs ( more so scoffs ) once again, shaking his head. It’s funny. He’s fond of this boy’s way of thinking. He’ll give him that much. “Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴛ? Hᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀ ᴇ ʟ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅ?

  Must be. However long this boy has been writing, it must be long enough. Either way, it is unusual for a child or in this young man’s case; a teenager to feel this way towards their families. Perhaps the teenagers he could understand; but that’s what he considers typical.