Engie-DeLane

It had been six months since his twin brother’s psychotic break. Kitkin was used to a quiet house now, but somehow the absence still made the entire atmosphere feel like a void. He was grateful his acting classes kept him away after school, but his inevitable return home made his spirits fall. He slipped in the front door as quietly as he could. As he suspected, his stepfather, Greg, was sleeping soundly in the recliner, his hand just barely supporting his head as his cheek rested in his open palm. Kitkin smiled slightly, but, like everything else he did for the last few weeks, it seemed forced. Thank God for acting. Kitkin slipped the

Though Crispin was out of breath, he couldn't help laughing as his pursuers lagged behind. He had to admit they were persistent. He turned a corner into an alley and ran up the wall. He was only able to go up a few feet, but it allowed him to push off with a kick and land easily on top of a dumpster. He used the same trick to grab onto the end of a drawn-up fire escape. Trying to stifle laughter as he heard the small group of older men approach, he scaled the three story building via the fire escape and hauled himself onto the roof just as they turned in to the alley. From safely above, Crispin watched them slow to a stop and look around in

"Alright everyone, up and at 'em." Angel opened her eyes slowly and immediately glanced up at Virgil. He had already taken down the pinup and she wondered if the others knew about it. As she was pondering whether or not to bring it up, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened and turned her head, but she was met with friendly green eyes. "Did you sleep well, dear?" Vianne asked. She didn't notice Angel's tense reaction since her eyes were still bleary with sleep. Angel blinked as she thought about her response. She hadn't slept at all, and it had been a long time since she had. "I slept fine." Vianne smiled happily and extended her