Snippet #1505769

Back in the warehouse that they were sleeping in, Elliot was rummaging through what was left laying around. After all, especially since they had gotten away with sleeping there for the night, this place was definitely abandoned. Since it was abandoned Elliot assumed everything within it was abandoned as well.

There was one pile that he was making where there were supplies to make weapons. Not to mention, there were a few decent knives in this pile, though all of them needed sharpened. There was another pile of what Elliot considered junk, or stuff that he could at least, at that time, see no use for. Then there was a pile of building supplies, after all, if they were going to stay there (though he hoped they didn't, they were too close to where father's body would be for comfort) the place needed to be outfitted some, made a bit more habitable. Finally though Elliot found what he had been looking for, an oil can.

Silently, and with a bit of a sour look on his face, Elliot set to work on the door to make the screeching far less noticeable than it had been earlier. Loud noises like that drove Elliot insane. And he'd prefer not to kill anyone because he was being drove insane by loud screeches like that. Rather, he'd prefer that they gave him a good reason to kill them. Then he could get himself and Kat out there. Maybe they could go back to Italy and just fade into the background, forget this life that they currently lived, and become people.

But how would that work? They didn't know enough of society to function in a way like that, and Elliot didn't want to make Kat sad or take her away from people she (thought) she cared about.

That didn't lessen his desire to have his sister for himself though. It bothered him, having to share his twin with so many people. He owed her so much, and he wanted to take care of her. Everyone else was just in the way to him.