~Kem Senef
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 comments on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH more fun 2 kill the person with my own hands."
"that's....creepy, Kem..."
"ain't it?" a girl about a year younger then me walks over, her white hair flowing behind her. she smiles at me and i fight 2 keep my heart from racing.
"hey Cross." i say casually.
"emotionless as usual?" she snickers.
"good question...y u always so bleak?" a small boy with hair the color of sand walks out. "so bitter?" "it's a bitter world we live in. what do ya want from me?" i reply simply.
"doesn't....have 2 b..." a girl with the same hair as the younger boy walks out and stands by him.
"can't u b positive?" asks a boy with short, dark brown hair and eyes just a half shade lighter as he tosses another log in the breaking-down fire-place.
"tellin' me 2 b positive, James? how'm i 'post 2 b positive when i don't c shit's positive?"
"true...we've all seen mostly darkness..."
"but...Jacy....ur usually....positive..."
"yeah, Luci, but that's just the way i am." the sandy haired boy replies 2 the girl with the same color hair and eyes. "they scared u so much....u can barely speak..." he adds in a whisper.
"barely...is better then not at all..." James mutters, looking into a room where a small soy with silver hair and eyes the burned gray of the wall behind him.
"no need 2 talk about Silver Wolf like he ain't here." a girl with raven-black hair and icy blue eyes replies.
"Raven has a point" Cross replies. "James, u was like that b4 when u 1st got here."
"u were all like that at 1st." i reply.
"he's been like that for 2 years..." James mutters. "what the hell is he always staring at?"
"his past..." i whisper, almost 2 myself. "he's watching his past...everything he's done....2 try 2 figure out what he did 2 deserve what they did 2 him..."
"wow....deep..." Cross whispers.
"i do clean work with no clues left behind" i almost snarl.
"what about weapon identifi-"
"i never use my own weapons." i interrupt. who knew convincing a dude whose father killed his brother that his father would b better off dead would b so hard? "calm down, Jim. i've done this about 20 times b4."
"but u made 1/2 of 'em commit suicide, Kem. i'm tellin' ya', my pop ain't the type."
"2 comments on that. 1, suicide is always a valid cause of death because it's basically thought that any and all humans are capable of taking their own lives. 2, it's MUCH more fun 2 kill the person with my own hands."
"that's....creepy, Kem..."
"ain't it?" a girl about a year younger then me walks over, her white hair flowing behind her. she smiles at me and i fight 2 keep my heart from racing.
"hey Cross." i say casually.
"emotionless as usual?" she snickers.
"good question...y u always so bleak?" a small boy with hair the color of sand walks out. "so bitter?" "it's a bitter world we live in. what do ya want from me?" i reply simply.
"doesn't....have 2 b..." a girl with the same hair as the younger boy walks out and stands by him.
"can't u b positive?" asks a boy with short, dark brown hair and eyes just a half shade lighter as he tosses another log in the breaking-down fire-place.
"tellin' me 2 b positive, James? how'm i 'post 2 b positive when i don't c shit's positive?"
"true...we've all seen mostly darkness..."
"but...Jacy....ur usually....positive..."
"yeah, Luci, but that's just the way i am." the sandy haired boy replies 2 the girl with the same color hair and eyes. "they scared u so much....u can barely speak..." he adds in a whisper.
"barely...is better then not at all..." James mutters, looking into a room where a small soy with silver hair and eyes the burned gray of the wall behind him.
"no need 2 talk about Silver Wolf like he ain't here." a girl with raven-black hair and icy blue eyes replies.
"Raven has a point" Cross replies. "James, u was like that b4 when u 1st got here."
"u were all like that at 1st." i reply.
"he's been like that for 2 years..." James mutters. "what the hell is he always staring at?"
"his past..." i whisper, almost 2 myself. "he's watching his past...everything he's done....2 try 2 figure out what he did 2 deserve what they did 2 him..."
"wow....deep..." Cross whispers.
chasing butterflys,
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?
playing with a stick,
catching a leaf,
batting at shadows...
these are in our dreams.
if dogs bark,
then what's on a tree?
in leaf-bare,
are trees cold?
things we question.
watching birds,
look at squirells.
playing with shadows and moss.
things we enjoy.
so, as you can see...
the biggest difference between
a kit and a warrior is this.
kits can enjoy simple things.
little, tiny things,
so easilly overlooked by most,
kits can see them and love them,
even though they are compleatly meaningless.
but, the problem is,
and we all wonder this...
when i grow up,
when i'm a warrior,
who will i be?
still me?
of all the things i'm suppose to be,
do i have the time,
to just be me?
the thoughts and dreams,
and the chasing sun beams,
will i still have that?
when i'm older?
will i still have the time?
the time for fun?
or will that time,
be done?