Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 10, 2008 22:12:49 GMT -5
Conway's reason for killing someone. You know. He had to have a legitimate reason besides being a horrible bastard. I have another fic of after The Event occurs.
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"She's a mentally ill sixteen year old. She has no place to go. What do they plan on doing with her if her uncle withholds payment?" The nurse asked. She was sitting behind a counter dipping toast in her tea. She was wearing a stereotypical white uniform that had a small insignia on one of the breast pockets. It read Hope's Asylum for the Mentally Insane and Unstable in little gold letters.
The male nurse stood in front of her holding packets of files and information. "I'm not sure. They may put her in a foster home or something. I can't imagine they'd let her live on the streets in her state."
"It's awful that she only has one relative." The woman said with a sigh as she nibbled on her toast. "She's such a sweet heart even if she comes from Hisstor. If only her brother were real we wouldn't have so much of a problem would we now?"
"Either way, I'm going to make my rounds. See you later Joy." The feline waved and wandered off down the corridors.
Conway held his breath. He had been listening the entire time around the corner. The night was always a good time to visit his sister. In the shadows most of the nurses and staff thought they were seeing things. However, tonight was different. His heart was pounding with terror at the news. Why had Uncle stopped paying June's bills? What was he going to do? He was nineteen, had no steady job, and could barely feed himself. There was no way in Heaven or Hell that he could take care of June.
He choked back a worried noise before changing his appearance so he could pass the nurse unnoticed.
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He slipped into her room silently. She was sleeping in the corner with her stuffed animal clutched in her arms. It was the only way she could sleep after what happened to her. She was terrified that Father was going to get her... even though he had been killed so long ago. She just couldn't get over the fear of being... hurt like that again. Conway let out a weak sigh as he walked over to her bed.
"June," he whispered, not laying a hand on her. She was a light sleeper usually.
"Merr," she said as she blinked away the sleep. Looking up at the fuzzy image of her brother. "Conway?" she asked as she sat up. "What's wrong with you, you look upset?"
"Nothing June. You're okay right? Everything is going fine?" He asked as he sat down besides her bed. She was still stuck in her animal form because of her youth. She could do some things by herself but... she was still very sick. They didn't let her do much besides therapy and playing a few games. He had watched her so many times before.
"Nothing means its something," she said matter of factly. She carefully picked up her doll with her teeth and place it in his hands. She smiled as she spoke. "Tell Dia how you're feeling if you don't want to talk to me."
Conway stared at the little doll. It was a little Esterberry wolf that wore a pink bow around its neck. She had loved it since the moment Conway had given it to her. She never let it out of her sight. Supposedly she had crying fits if it was taken away from her. Conway was the only other person allowed to touch it. "Uncle is a jerk, and he's planning to do something stupid to make me miserable."
"Tell her something she doesn't know," June said with a giggle as she nipped at her brother's hair.
Conway turned around to his sister. And stared at the mark on her chest. Seven of Spades. It made her normal. Well, more normal than him anyway. She was still here for a very good reason. "Well, I guess she knows everything then."
"You know... the people keep saying you're not real, Conway. No matter how many times I tell them. Why don't you visit during the day?"
He felt his sister's nose on the back of his neck. She was brushing up against him for reassurance. He wanted to give her a real answer but he couldn't. How could he tell her the truth? Your brother is nothing but a freak of nature, Sorry June, we can't be a normal happy family because of me. Conway choked back his tears, "I just can't, Sis. I just can't."
"At least I know you're real."
"At least I know you're real too."
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The Joker slid down the wall making a hideous whimper. He needed money and he needed it fast. What was he going to do? There was no legal job that he could take that would supply him with the amount of cash to pay June's bill. He slammed his head against the wall in frustration. Damnit! He was so useless! The only way to get money was to kill someone for it!
Well then. He would just have to do that now, wouldn't he?
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My Reason for Murder
"She's a mentally ill sixteen year old. She has no place to go. What do they plan on doing with her if her uncle withholds payment?" The nurse asked. She was sitting behind a counter dipping toast in her tea. She was wearing a stereotypical white uniform that had a small insignia on one of the breast pockets. It read Hope's Asylum for the Mentally Insane and Unstable in little gold letters.
The male nurse stood in front of her holding packets of files and information. "I'm not sure. They may put her in a foster home or something. I can't imagine they'd let her live on the streets in her state."
"It's awful that she only has one relative." The woman said with a sigh as she nibbled on her toast. "She's such a sweet heart even if she comes from Hisstor. If only her brother were real we wouldn't have so much of a problem would we now?"
"Either way, I'm going to make my rounds. See you later Joy." The feline waved and wandered off down the corridors.
Conway held his breath. He had been listening the entire time around the corner. The night was always a good time to visit his sister. In the shadows most of the nurses and staff thought they were seeing things. However, tonight was different. His heart was pounding with terror at the news. Why had Uncle stopped paying June's bills? What was he going to do? He was nineteen, had no steady job, and could barely feed himself. There was no way in Heaven or Hell that he could take care of June.
He choked back a worried noise before changing his appearance so he could pass the nurse unnoticed.
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He slipped into her room silently. She was sleeping in the corner with her stuffed animal clutched in her arms. It was the only way she could sleep after what happened to her. She was terrified that Father was going to get her... even though he had been killed so long ago. She just couldn't get over the fear of being... hurt like that again. Conway let out a weak sigh as he walked over to her bed.
"June," he whispered, not laying a hand on her. She was a light sleeper usually.
"Merr," she said as she blinked away the sleep. Looking up at the fuzzy image of her brother. "Conway?" she asked as she sat up. "What's wrong with you, you look upset?"
"Nothing June. You're okay right? Everything is going fine?" He asked as he sat down besides her bed. She was still stuck in her animal form because of her youth. She could do some things by herself but... she was still very sick. They didn't let her do much besides therapy and playing a few games. He had watched her so many times before.
"Nothing means its something," she said matter of factly. She carefully picked up her doll with her teeth and place it in his hands. She smiled as she spoke. "Tell Dia how you're feeling if you don't want to talk to me."
Conway stared at the little doll. It was a little Esterberry wolf that wore a pink bow around its neck. She had loved it since the moment Conway had given it to her. She never let it out of her sight. Supposedly she had crying fits if it was taken away from her. Conway was the only other person allowed to touch it. "Uncle is a jerk, and he's planning to do something stupid to make me miserable."
"Tell her something she doesn't know," June said with a giggle as she nipped at her brother's hair.
Conway turned around to his sister. And stared at the mark on her chest. Seven of Spades. It made her normal. Well, more normal than him anyway. She was still here for a very good reason. "Well, I guess she knows everything then."
"You know... the people keep saying you're not real, Conway. No matter how many times I tell them. Why don't you visit during the day?"
He felt his sister's nose on the back of his neck. She was brushing up against him for reassurance. He wanted to give her a real answer but he couldn't. How could he tell her the truth? Your brother is nothing but a freak of nature, Sorry June, we can't be a normal happy family because of me. Conway choked back his tears, "I just can't, Sis. I just can't."
"At least I know you're real."
"At least I know you're real too."
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The Joker slid down the wall making a hideous whimper. He needed money and he needed it fast. What was he going to do? There was no legal job that he could take that would supply him with the amount of cash to pay June's bill. He slammed his head against the wall in frustration. Damnit! He was so useless! The only way to get money was to kill someone for it!
Well then. He would just have to do that now, wouldn't he?
