Elite Deceit {Molly}

"...Poo, we could've gotten along so well..."

Molly frowned at the decaying bodies of two middle aged citizens on the floor, why couldn't things ever go her way? She chuckled to herself and slowly folded her hands behind her back, walking in a sloppy circle around the man and woman. The small heartless let out a frustrated sigh and stopped in front of the departed body of the female that laid before her, she lifted up her leg and stomped on the large bump that remained on the woman's stomach.

"Disgusting..." The small heartless said through clenched teeth, as a large splash of wet red liquid covered her whole entire body. Molly Phillips shivered in her boots as she heard screaming and crying come from the blood puddle. "You shouldn't even be alive," She spat, withdrawing her dagger Cinnamon out of  her hidden belt. She wrapped her small slippery fingers on the silver crested hilt and lifted it over her head, the cries became louder.. Molly looked around, then grunted. Placing Cinnamon back into it's sheath, she bent down and picked up the baby.

The small heartless placed the open palms of her hands under the armpits of the newborn and shaked it furiously.  "YOUR RUINED EVERYTHING!!! WHY ARE YOU EVEN ALIVE, DIE YOU USELESS PIECE OF AIR!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, into the newborn's new face. The newborn's underdeveloped eyes managed to open, it let out a soft coo and flailed his arms hitting Molly in the face. "Ouch!" She yelped, still holding... The heartless quickly looked down and regretted it after returning to look at it's ugly face.

Him, after holding him in her hands. Molly cringed with disgust as she brung him closer so he can rest his head on her shoulder, What was she going to do with this trash that ruined her cookie-cutter image of a perfect family? She couldn't kill it. For someone who has murdered her victims without remorse, she couldn't kill a newborn babe. She could've killed them earlier? "Golly gee, I don't know what to do with you!" Molly said to the baby as he rested his cheek on her shoulder.

With free hand, she snapped her thumb and middle finger quickly together. Five shadow heartless appeared, looking up at her with big yellow glowing eyes for orders, Molly smiled, pointing at each of them while barking orders. "Can you two bury these two worthless piece of nothings underground for me? You there, fetch me a new dress from upstairs. And you two, get me two clean blankets!" They all followed their orders, one of the shadow heartless was carrying the female but was stuck. Molly unsheathed Cinnamon with her free hand and quickly swiped the disgusting thing that kept mother and child together.

After getting cleaned up in new attire and wrapping blankets around the newborn babe, Molly walked out of the white suburban home that she has stayed in for five months. It was a lovely experience getting all of the attention and new clothes. But good times come to an end, as always for the unlucky small heartless. She walked down the street carrying the cooing newborn in her arms, ignoring the curious stares from the citizens. She noticed a powerful being was around somewhere, looking up on a fence she saw a young boy staring at her. Was it her kind? Maybe it was a ragged beggar on the street. Either way, she put on a smile and lifted her chin to look him directly in the eye. "Hello there," Molly managed to say, acting as if nothing back in the suburban home ever happened. She held the baby boy close, "May I help you with anything?"

Odd? Molly winced at the youth's choice of words, So maybe he was a beggar? Either way, he had the aura of a psuedo-heartless. The type of heartless that takes after their human form and can control some sorts of heartless, hopefully he was her kind. The small heartless managed to hide her smirk behind the newborn's head as she lifted her small hand to gently pat his back, "Actually, he's my baby brother," Her response sounded pretty sincere, since she was a pathological liar at best.

Molly thought that the boy would shut his mouth and move on, but the questions just kept coming. He asked about the mother and how the newborn might need medical treatment, She let out a small innocent giggle, "Why little sir, you ask so many sincere questions," The little girl stated, she held the baby boy close as if he were her baby brother. "Well, my parents were murdered by robbers! My mother had given labor early, I can take care of myself but I can't take care of him."

"I don't know where else to take him, none of my neighbors had any extra room for a newborn..." Molly stopped smirking and hoisted the baby boy on her hip, looking up at the boy. "I've just met him but I-" Molly stifled a sob, slowly contorting her face into one that makes it look like she was crying. Forced tears ran down her crimson cheeks as the newborn reached over and yanked on her braid.  "I adore him, he is so innocent... You must know what it f-feels like to be an o-orphan, don't you?"

"L-L-Laveas?" That name, that title sounded so familiar. It was a titled that was feared throughout the heartless region as well as The Realm of Darkness. She has heard of this Lavaeas but has never even met him, she did her own thing in the Realm and never paid any mind to politics. Being three hundred years old, nothing really mattered anymore.. How did this beggar boy know who the Lavaeas was? Was the Heartless Lord a storybook legend already!?

Molly turned away from him, lifting her chin in the air. "I work alone," She said, snobbishly. She wasn't put in these worlds to be a henchman to just about anyone, especially a boy who was much more older and mature than she. Molly then turned around again and looked him up and down, he had an athletic build and long legs. He wasn't as small and chubby as she was, he seemed like a caring individual who looked out for mere strangers and he was curious which was a good trait for someone to have.

"Well to be honest," Molly sighed, she was about to jump out of her boots with excitement, but she still had to play the innocent orphan card. She straightened up and wrapped both of her arms around the newborn, "I'm going to answer your question after we find my brother a good home!"

Molly grinned and walked in front of the boy, passing by big bushes and nice big homes that only wealthy and middle class citizens can afford. "So, it's my turn to ask questions," She said, ignoring the cooing baby. "What's your name? Do you live here? How old are you? If you don't live here, where did you come from?" She stopped walking on the concrete pavement, twirling on her toe to face him, she took a few steps towards him and attempted to reach up and grab his shirt, if she was successful, she would bring his face close to hers. "I know there are other worlds, I'm no fool..."The heartless whispered, slowly flashing her canine teeth in his direction.