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username: SilhouetteStation
kalon name: Alistair McKinnon

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The town was asleep. Outside, a crescent moon hung in the sky. Streetlights blocked out any of the stars with their artificial orange glow. Inside the car, he was warm. Dressed in all black, leather gloves already snug around his hands. A bellaclava sat on his lap, waiting.

His phone buzzed, and he answered it.

"Coming your way now," a voice rasped. "Red shoes. Yellow beanie. Tragic combination, really. Can't miss him."

He grunted.

"Stole a woman's handbag while she was tending to her baby. Snatched it right off the stroller."

A soft growl escaped his throat.

"There aren't any cameras in the foyer," the voice continued. "It's a shabby apartment block, they never do."

Just as they finished speaking, a figure walked around the street corner matching the description. He watched as they headed towards one of the buildings, and took that cue to put the bellaclava on and pull up the hood on his jacket.

"I'm going in."

He exited the car, and stuck to the shadows as he prowled down the sidewalk. Across the road, up the steps, to the double doors. Silently he opened one, and slipped inside. It didn't look much better in here. Dull carpet, chipped paint, faint wet dog smell. But it was no excuse.

The target, oblivious, had ignored the elevator in favor of the stairs, thankfully. They'd only made it one step before he snuck up, grabbing the back of their sweatshirt. They made a choking sound as they stumbled backwards, and just as quick he had them in a headlock with a hand pressed tightly over their mouth. They struggled as he dragged them to a darker corner, away from anyone who might see.

"You've stolen something, haven't you?" He growled close to their ear; a soft, threatening sound that made them shake and let out a fearful whine. "A woman's handbag, yes?"

They couldn't answer, but they didn't need to. He could feel their pulse beating frantically against his body.

"Have you got it with you?"

They gestured as best they could to the backpack they were wearing. "Don't scream," he said before releasing one hand from them, shoving their head into the wall with the other. His free hand ripped the backpack from their shoulders so fiercely that one of the straps broke. He used his teeth to unzip it; nestled inside, the handbag. He removed it, tucking it inside of his jacket.

Their captive suddenly tried to wriggle free, but a swift jab to the ribs had them crumpling to the floor. "People like you make me sick," he spat as they let out a low groan. Crouching down, his fingers snaked around their throat. He leaned in closer. "Don't ever let me have to deal with you again," he whispered, "or I won't be so kind." His grip tightened, and they nodded frantically. Standing up, he gave them a hard kick for good measure, and left them curled up on the floor, whimpering.

Out the doors. Down the steps. Across the road. Back to the car. The call was still going. "Done," he said, which earned a low chuckle. "Fantastic. Drop it off, I'll deal with the return. After that, go home. That's your third one tonight. Get some rest."

He did as told, dropping the handbag in a letterbox, and driving home. He only had enough energy to get undressed, crawl into bed, and fall asleep.

Roughly six hours later, his alarm went off. Up he got, and began the weekday morning routine; breakfast, shower, tidy hair, get dressed into the usual formal wear. Take the other car to work. Hum along to the radio station.

He pulled into the car park just as one of the buses did the same. He couldn't help but smile at the kids making their way off, chatting and laughing to each other.

"Good morning, Mr. McKinnon!" one of them called, which was followed by more greetings.

"Good morning, my dears!" He replied, falling into step beside them. "Are we ready to do a lot of learning today?"

"Yes!" They all chorused together and he chuckled, following them past the garden and handprint mural into the primary school.

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The school was quiet A few birds chirped near the outdoor lunch area. Teacher only day; just what he'd needed after a long night. Five 'disputes' settled. Five stolen items would be returned in the coming days.

He drained the last of his black coffee, letting out a heavy sigh before placing the empty cup by the sink. It was hard sometimes, juggling being a primary school principal by day and…whatever he was by night. A vigilante? A hero? He didn't know. He just knew that he was teaching people lessons in an 'alternative' way. Stifling a yawn, he was about to move when a voice rang out.

"Freeze, McKinnon!"

He jumped and spun around, gripping the edge of the sink without thinking. He winced, quickly remembering his injured hand.

One of the teachers, Briar-Rose, stood there giggling with a mug in her hands. "You didn't think you'd get away with not washing your cup, did you?"

He let out a chuckle, running a hand through his hair in embarrassment. A few stray butterflies began stirring in his stomach. "Should have known you'd catch me."

"Would you expect anything less?" She asked, smiling as she brushed past him to get to the sink. He shifted to give her more room, and she rinsed out both of their dishes. "I suppose I could let you off this time," she teased, standing back to look up at him. Her eyes studied his face, and his cheeks seemed to warm under her gaze.

"See anything interesting?"

"You're tired," she said, softly now. "I could tell in the staff meeting. You're usually a lot more upbeat about the Easter egg hunt."

"I am a little tired," he admitted. "But don't worry, I'm fine."

She studied him a moment longer. "You hurt your hand, too," she said. "I saw, when I scared you."

"You didn't scare me," he protested, earning another giggle. "Just…startled me. And I, um…" he chuckled, trying to sound casual. "Accidentally shut my hand in the car door."

"Alistair!" She scolded. "You've got to be more careful."

"What can I say? I'm clumsy."

She laughed, and he let out a silent sigh of relief. She believed him. Good. Out of everyone he wanted to like him, it was her.

Maybe it was ironic, someone like him developing feelings for someone like her. She was a gentle soul; she could never hurt anybody. And here he was, going out after dark to do just that. He believed his intentions were good, but hated to think how she'd react if she knew. She'd called him a big softie once, saying she'd never met a nicer principal who loved the kids as much as he did. This was true - he did love them. Maybe deep down, he was trying to make the world safer for those he cared about most. And looking into her eyes, he knew she was one of them.

He couldn't give up what he did.

At least, not yet.

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the other kalon used in this story was my girl Briar-Rose!

[royalpoppy]

hethyn - the blood wolf ☾ male

have you ever killed someone?

it's exhausting. perhaps as assumed, the life of a hitman is no glorious task. there are no servants to carry you upon a throne, nobody to congratulate you for your good work on 'getting rid' of whatever poor soul was the target. hethyn never intended to lead such a life. once upon a time he needed money, and he needed it bad. somehow, somewhere, he'd gotten a job to take out someone. a big criminal, which suited his morals at the time. so he did it. thing is - when you become a hitman, you don't just get out of it. it's a constant fight for survival after that.. to be the top, to be the most dangerous.. otherwise the competition will come finish you off. unwillingly, he continued his work, setting up some rules to go along with it. no minors, nobody with a young kid, and nobody who hadn't done something wrong. at first he was seen as a vigilante, but as he got more.. comfortable, he was just seen as a cold-blooded assassin. he earned his new name 'the blood wolf' after he had the most violent battle of his career underneath the full moon, atop a roof. for a while he just did that, doing his job the way he was supposed to, and going home to nothing, looking forward to nothing. his desires of recognition were unfulfilled, and now that he had the money he needed to survive, he wanted so much more. he needed to let loose, let himself be free, indulge in his wildest fantasies.

so how does a hitman let loose?

he comes out of the shadows - and into the spotlight. hethyn adorns himself with gold and red as the night grows dark, and calls up the owner of a night club to announce his arrival. when he gets there, it's immediate everyone knows who he is, even as he wears red silk over the lower half of his face. he's the favorite male dancer of the club, and it's clear why. he dances, and women and men alike are completely entranced with him. his golden chains shift colors with the strobe lights as they flash over him, and he feels exhilarated. how could he not? a man of shadows, unappreciated, unknown, suddenly being praised by a wave of adoring fans. there is nothing more that he loves than this, hearing the whistles and hollers of wild party-goers as he is bathed in a rainbow of flickering lights. it's the only time he really feels.. free.

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username: Pesagus

Gail Morrison || Male || 17

𝓲'𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝓲 𝓪𝓶 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮

I've been through a lot, and through all that pain and fear... I've made some bad decisions. And because of those decisions, I've lost everything. And now... It's too late. I can never go back to The Way I Was.

My name is Gail, I'm 17 years old. My life is... less than perfect. Circumstances just happened to line up perfectly to bring on this torrential downpour of pain, fear, and grief. Now too late to turn back. I let out my true self, my wild side. I let go of my morals, my values, I let everything go. And now I'm paying for it for the rest of my life.

𝓰𝓸 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮

Rain pounds on the glass windows, the wind searching for a way inside, and angry thunder shakes the ground. One loud boom after another, you can hear the glass windows shudder. The house is dark and eerily quiet. Lying under the bed, my heart is racing, blood coursing through my veins, and all I can do it close my eyes and wait. My sister, my sweet sister. She'd told me exactly what to expect of this man. He'd kill us all if someone didn't stop him. He'd gone after her, and that makes him dangerous, but I'm prepared. I turn the sharp knife over in my hands, eyes shut tight. This isn't me... I repeat the phrase in my head until I'm reminded of how little it's actually helping. I find a new mantra. Trinity will never have to fear.

Ten minutes pass... I think. There's really no way to know, it feels like it's been ten years. What's taking so long?

Wait. Footsteps.

More.

What? I look to my left to find a pair of feet. Then I look to my right to see yet another. I'm trapped. My head starts spinning, I can't breathe... What do I do?

In a moment of pure panic, I launch myself out from under the bed, knife swinging wildly. I've never felt so out of control.

𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮, 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂

What have I done? I look down slowly to see not only the man I'd come to kill, but my sister lying beside him. She'd planned this... But now... Now I'm the killer.

What have I done?

𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴

Tears pouring down my face, I run like I've never run before. Tripping over roots, branches leaving stinging cuts on my face, I keep running through the woods until finally I trip and tumble to a halt. I hear sirens and shouting behind me, and I stand up and keep running. I need to get out of here. My life is over, everything I've worked so hard for... It's gone.

I finally slow down when I reach an old, crumbling cabin that seems to have been undisturbed for quite some time. Slowly, cautiously, I push the door open. Moonlight pours inside and illuminates the mostly empty room. Rats scatter as the light chases them away, and cobwebs collapse as I walk through them. This will have to do.

𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓲 𝔀𝓪𝓼

That all was four months ago. Since then I've livened up my new home a bit, I've grown accustomed to the loneliness. Not to mention my ghostly sister, who's made herself comfortable tormenting me every chance she gets. It's usually easy enough to ignore her, especially when I can just walk right through her, but I will never forgive myself for what I did in that one moment of panic.

I saw my wild side, and because of that, I can never go back. If somebody finds me out here, what will I do? I'll kill them. I can't be found, I can't lose this sad life I've slowly started to rebuild. I've made a name for myself, I may as well live up to it. I was on the honor roll, I was on the swim team... And now I'm a killer hiding in a lonely hut talking to my dead sister.

It's incredible what fear can do.

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Lyrics from the song The Way I Was from Jem and The Holograms

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