Gaige Monroe

❛ Wᴇʟʟ﹐ I ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴀᴋᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ — I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ. ❜ ⊰ — Dr. Gaige Monroe. Criminal Psychologist. Part of @GrislyDisney. Descriptive. Detailed. ↳ Penned by #Viper.

Okay, but we need to do something tonight.

This place is so quiet...

But that is part of the fun, H. [[Winks.]] xitter.cf/MindTheDeath/status/96…

It's Friday, Friday...

|| We're getting Megara. Yass.

꧁ Mɪʀᴀᴄʟᴇꜱ ɪɴ Dᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ꧂ Read: tl.gd/n_1sqep59

-- late mother. "Daddy, it's a miracle."

-- suffer. 'Gaige!' A voice called, and suddenly he was being enveloped in a hug, the warmth of fresh tears falling on his shoulders, it was his father. The little boy eventually turned his body and looked at his father with a bright smile while he pointed at the body of his --

-- check himself. As he looked down, he saw blood staining the snow. He was not the one to be shot, it was his mother. An uncomprehending sense of relief washed over him, not because he was alive, but rather because his mother was dead. She would no longer make him --

-- please!" He tried begging, but it didn't seem like she would change her mind, so Gaige closed his eyes, waiting for the blow. A shot was eventually fired, its sound making the boy's ears ring, but he felt no pain, none at all, so he quickly opened his eyes to --

-- the reason behind those tears he didn't know why. As he felt the hold on his wrist loosening, the tried to run again, this time being successful in the act, but something forced him to stop on his tracks. It was his mother, standing in front of him with a gun. "Mommy, --

-- sirens. —•— There were shots being fired everywhere. He was not sure, but he thought he heard his father's voice, and his mother screaming. Everything was a mess, and his vision was blurry from crying, --

-- such luck. Gaige wanted to scream, and yell at his mother, as her why she was doing that, but he couldn't find his voice, couldn't move, or even blink. The shock had managed to take over his body. And when he thought all hope was lost, he heard the --

-- 'I will give you the money after the service is done.' The male's grin broadened and Gaige tried to shrunk in on himself. His head was spinning and he didn't even know why. The boy tried to run, but a hand reached for him to keep him in place. He would have no --

-- twisted in a Cheshire grin, showing his golden teeth. 'Is this the boy?' He asked, looking weirdly at Gaige, causing goosebumps all over the small boy's body. His mother merely nodded, shoving her kid forward towards the strange man. 'Get rid of him.' She said firmly. --

-- front of a decrepit house where his mother insistently knocked on the door. Gaige was sure the wooden surface would give up at any moment. After a couple minutes of knocking, someone finally answered the door. It was a man. He looked old and dangerous, his face --

-- to leave him behind to be kidnapped by some creep. The boy had no idea where they were going, all he knew was that they were crossing streets and alleys, nearing places where safety was not a word one thought about upon seeing them. They eventually stopped in --

-- fact that his father wouldn't be back home until late in the night, plus it was not like they would feast before midnight on Christmas' Eve anyway. Still, despite all that he made an effort to push his little legs harder, to walk faster. He wouldn't put it past his mother --

-- over. It was in one of those days that everything changed. —•— 'Come, quick, we don't have much time!' Gaige didn't know why the woman was in such a hurry, it was still early morning and he knew for a --