mekachu04 | Document from my reMarkable: 2026.06.09 (Reply)

against all odds, killer didn't die that first night.

The old man had then all tucked into his little hideout, and was growing visibly more inretuder tat killer hadn't rolled on a succm to his pan already, Kidd in turn was growing incursyly more woman what the man's endgame was, especially concidery Kitt found himself in the spot when the only thy keeps killed alive was hdd playing nice.

weirdly, loft resented the old man not killed for that.

Somehow, he could quite find it in himself to be upset with the other boys The boy deally in agony on the floor of the dingy hideout but not making a sound. Not even when The man had stripped him bane, violently pully melted shirt of his arm along with the fried protective leathers and face mask. It had ripped the burns back open, blood & pus & plaza freely runs down the ruin of his arm, Unsure what else to do, but not trusty the man either, kids had spent his time combing throy the brittle fried locks of blonde hair, some of it crumbly to dust under his fingers. Watched like a hawk to be sure the man at least looked like he was helping.

Killer's left arm might be a lost cause. It festend and wept through the bandages as soon as it was wrapped. He did nt seen to be able to even feel his fingers- at least two of them broken. The old bast- didn't think it importand, leavig Kidd to try to splint them himself.

The banns went up the entire longht of his arm all the way to where the strap of the work apron had absond the head. Killer must of tried to duck- his ear was scorched, the hum the most damaged form then to his neck- when the skin was at as rained but still badly burnt.

Killer was be in agony... The old man wrapped his arm but otherwise told Kidd if he would killon to live, hed have to play nursemaid.

Kitt might have been asked to slay a dragon for all he knew how to care for anybody. He kept havy to remind the bustard for food & water already. When he asked for medice, the man had scoffed. He threatened to back loft's other arm when kids had tried to sneak out for supples. And the h't dung poor killer amend by what was left of his hair & promised to slit his throat a save them all the trouble of keep him alive if he ever came back to fuel left gone. Things only got worse after that. What ark plan the man had to getty off this island was clearly not wonky out for him. He was getting more + more unhinged and Kidd knew the long this went on the less either him or killer's chances of stalls alive.

He was pretty sure he was the man's ticket off island at this point. The rest of the plans have fallen to the wayside.

His devil fruit was the only reason he was alm Right now. And keeping him in line was the only reason killer hadn't been tossed out in the garbage. Killer's fiver had been getting worse- like he'd never stopped burning from the explosion. He used to try and help_ give kids soft apologetic smiles when he hurt to much to move. Now his blue eyes just stared blankly and unfocused.

IR7then came the day when the old man can back empty handed. No water skins. No manger Scap's to eat. Stormed in, grabbed Kitt's good arm & tended to the door.

Killen- bless his almost departed soul- had seemed to come around finally. Stirring even before the old man stone in and had a death quite on /lift's had- It was the any thing keeps kidd from bey snapped off his feet a out the door.

It was agnory- his broken arm sealed by Klerk hold, It was worth the pain to keep him with feet on the ground.

"let Go you fool" the man snarled. A few short weeks ago, if you'd have asked killer if he had family- he would have shrugged. Not really, he would have told you, just the old junkyard guy, I guess. He took me in, been teachy me how to bait stuff. So him maybe? Him & the kid.

The man jerked on kids again + kicked Keller's bad arm. The scream caught in his chest. He did have the strengh to yell even if he wanted to. "Dam't let go on we all die!"

He lacked killer's arm again, Kitt could feel' killer fingers spasm when they gript tight. But he dint let 50.

The old man kicked him again, army for his face, trying to jerk kid free. When it was clean it wasn't woolly, he dropper lift first and mended to try and pry kitten's had open.

With maybe his last bit of straight, killer latched on the th off ma. His voice was house, day, cracly. But clean. " "Kitt- Run !"

"I' ill you myself." the man snarled, fue had going for Killen's throat,

Kidd got as far as the door before he looked back. The men had his knee on Kiki's chest, a hand on his throat. All his focus was on ending the saw pathetic life of his once apprentace.

Worse part is Kidd sees kitten isut fighty to