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Dante started and stared with what could only be described as utmost horror. And then--

"Gaaaaabe! Look! I got a cookie!" Dante laughs, messy black hair in a wild tangle. The three-year-old sibling looks up from the ants; his eyes gleam as he grabs for it. His brother breaks the stale cookie roughly in half, giving the larger portion to Gabriel.

"Where'd ya find it?!" demands Gabe, eyes wide. They haven't had such a delicacy in weeks.

"Shh! Not so loud! I, well...borrowed it from Mr. Tom."

"What? He gave it to you?"

"No, he didn't, ahaha..."

"What do you mea-- Ohhhhh," Gabe finishes, emanating pure admiration for Dante, the young thief.

"Someday...someday, I'll get enough money for us to get out of here! Maybe we can both get motorbikes, like Mr. Tom has! And then we won't have to live here! We can have cookies all day! And clean water! And lots of food! And new clothes!" The two young boys stare dreamily at the last few crumbs. Dante continues.

"And I promise you, we'll get out of here alive. Don't worry. You'll be safe as long as I'm here, okay?" Dante grins at Gabriel, who grins back with crumbs still on his face.


Someday...

Nothing made sense anymore. There were no Dybbuks, no humans, no nothing. In Dante's eyes, only him, Gabe, and something that was destroying his brother. Dropping his guns, his knife, and all sanity, he leapt at the attacker with a feral shriek of pure hatred.