Willow bristled as she could think of nothing else to do but slap her little brother, tears in her eyes. â€œDammit Jack! That accident wasnâ€™t your fault! Stop wallowing, you act like youâ€™re the only one who is suffering here!â€ Her blue grey eyes closed as she trembled her chest rising and falling softly . â€œYou deserve a hell of a lot more than what you think!â€<br/><br/>The PPK Captain trembled there upon the street in front of her brother, this intruiged the shadow who watched from the shadows, pale skin, close to albino, his ribcage stretching against the thin layer of white skin. Neon violet eyes stared from the shadows a little longer before he retreated. The PPK knew he was a mutation, he read the papers. And that anyone seen using the street drug known as Red Mist was to be reported. A creepily stretched mouth smirked nearly taking up the width of his face like an angry red gash.<br/><br/>Willow looked to her little brother and the angry red mark on his face as she spoke in a trembling voice. â€œLook, thatâ€™s not what I came here to talk to you about. I wanted you to come to the Middle Precinct to live with meâ€¦. You know you have a little niece right?â€ She half heartedly smiled and patted her pockets for her wallet. Pulling out the leather fold, she flicked a picture out to show Jack. â€œHer name is Callieâ€¦I would love for you to meet herâ€¦â€ Callieâ€™s father had been one of Willowâ€™s many mistakes before she  joined the the PPK, she had actually been pregnant during the training, and they still shot her up the ranks. Now her little girl was 4. Smiling she looked back up the Jack.<br/><br/>â€œCome on Jack, let me help youâ€¦For onceâ€¦â€