A/N -
Based on the Bird Song by Florence + the Machine...
P.S. - In this story the society is okay with the Redcloaks and their hybrid looks.
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Devin's PoV -

It was a beautiful day outside, the Nilonian morning air was crisp and everything was peaceful. Nilo was nothing like Eura but it was still a beautiful country anyway, only it was a little humid.

I walked along the busy market street, I watched as a young gentleman helped an older woman cross the street. I smiled, the world needed more of that... but then the young man grabbed the laddies' purse and began to run. The old lady immediately sprung into action, for her old age she was still pretty fast though the boy still out paced her. I chased after them both, wanting to see how this ended.

The chase lead to a dead end ally, then the old woman pulled a gun. I had no idea who was in the right and who was in the wrong, things had escalated so quickly. The boy screamed and tossed the lady her purse but that wasn't good enough for the old woman. She pulled the trigger, the boy hit the dirty floor hard, blood oozing from his head. I didn't know what to do but my instincts kicked in. I pushed the old lady down, "Why?!" was all I could yell at her, why take that boy's life, he wasn't inocente but still... he didn't deserve to die!

When she hit the dirty brick floor he skull cracked open and I had blood on my hands. I screamed. What did I do! I just killed an old lady! Then I felt the dread of a pair of eyes watching me. I slowly turned around, there was a tall boy about my age, he had giant beautiful bird wings. His eyes were huge with shock or fear. He immediately turned and ran away.

What did I just get myself into? I decided not to ever tell anyone about what I did and what I saw happen. I swore if I ever seen that tall bird boy that witnessed it all... I would make him promise to never tell anyone and if that didn't work, I'd just have to take problems in my own hands.

     The next day I casually walked past the same alleyway I committed the crime in. I had to know if anyone had come back for the bodies. I glanced down the alley and was pleased that there was no trace of bodies or blood left. No one had come looking for me yet... thank Tellun.

     I went to the market to buy some breakfast, the vendors were loud and the streets were crowded. I felt safe in the busyness of it all. Then I turned the corner and the same bird boy as the day before stood in front of a crowd. He was singing, I quietly approached and stood with the crowd of listeners.

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There once was a boy with no morals...
He whitenessed a crime and then on a dime...
The boy took justice into his own hands...
Blood ran forth from the victim...
So with a great leap, the boy jumped to his feet and ran away from that dreadful scene...
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     I listened to the bird boy's words as he sang, my mouth dropped open in shock but then I felt anger rise within me. How dare he sang about me! Once the boy finished everyone in the audience clapped, I fake clapped so I wouldn't look too suspicious. The boy bowed politely and the audience tossed coins into a jar as they left. The boy smiled and thanked them before picking the jar up and taking his leave. I decided I would talk with him. I walked up next to him, "I would appreciate it if you didn't sing about me," I growled.

The bird boy flinched at my words, "I sing about everyone... all the wrong that goes on in this city," he explained, "I sing about the bad."

"Just don't sing it again!" I snapped.

"Okay, okay... I'm Karmo by the way," the bird boy stated as we walked.

"I'm Devin," I hissed back still mad at him.

"I know," Karmo smirked.

"How the hell do you know?" I yelled.

"I research the people I sing about, I guess I'll be seeing you around," Karmo chirped and flew off.

I turned around... "I hate that dude," I mumbled under my breath.

The next day I decided to go back to the market to make sure Karmo wasn't singing that song anymore. I turned a corner and Karmo's voice seemed to echo in my head... He was singing it again, louder than ever! I couldn't help but growl angrily. HOW DARE HE!

     I waited till he was done singing. Like the day before he bowed as people clapped and left him coins. He then picked up the jar and began walking. Just like the day before I followed him. "You're singing it again," I growled.

     "Oh... good morning Devin," Karmo greeted me cheerily, like I hadn't said anything at all.

     "Why the Hell are you still singing... about me?" I asked but I made sure to whisper the last part.

     "I tried to find something else to sing about, I promise but I couldn't find anything else interesting in this entire city," Karmo whined and for and instant I almost felt bad for him.

     I was silent a moment as I thought about my next move. I smirked...

     "I have an idea, why don't you come over to my place, I'll help you come up with lots of other songs," I smiled the most trusting smile I could muster.

     "Thanks but I'd rather not," Karmo stated awkwardly.

     "Oh, I'm sorry but that's not an option," I flung a blade out and held it to Karmo's throat, "You'll be coming home with me."

The bird boy's eyes went huge, he looked terrified and I almost let him go, almost.

I walked Karmo to my house, the knife held close to him the whole time. I could hear his whimpering. It was kinda adorable.

Once inside I instructed him to sit down. I awkwardly sat half on his lap with my knife pressed to his neck... drawing blood. "Please... I'll never sing it again!" Karmo cried out.

"You said that yesterday and now is too late," I replied but it really wasn't me, there was some weird voice in my head that spoke for me, I wasn't in control anymore.

Karmo winced, he wiggles under my weight, his wings flapped trying to break free from me. I smirked as I got a horrible idea. I grabbed a fistful of feathers and yanked them from him. "Yow! Stop it!" Karmo cried out.

I grabbed multiple fistfuls of his feathers and began littering the floor with them. Karmo screamed. I stopped for a moment to compose myself and get a better grip on Karmo. I pressed the knife to his neck again. "How about you sing for me, Karmo, sing that song for me," I smirked at the fear that showed on Karmo's face, "make me angry."

Karmo knew if he sung that that would be his end. I plucked one feather at a time now.

"Sing," I cooed.
Pluck
"For"
Pluck
"Me"
Pluck
"Little," Karmo sobbed.
Pluck
"Birdy"
Pluck

Karmo was sweating, his wings were nearly bare and bleeding everywhere. His feathers floated through the air. A part of me felt bad... really bad but another part of me, the one that was in control, left me angry and wanting revenge. I took my knife and ran it over the remainder of his wings, Karmo let out a blood curdling scream. I smirked, I knew I had won. Karmo had finally had enough of this torture. Karmo sobbed from his position underneath me but he began to sing in broken cries, " There once was a boy with no morals...
He whitenessed a crime and then on a dime..."

I pressed the knife in a little farther. Karmo stopped his singing. "Sing!" I growled.

He began again, "The boy took justice into his own hands...
Blood ran forth from the victim..."

I pressed if farther into his neck, I was surprised he could still sing but he didn't need anymore encouragement from me.

Karmo gently sang with a pain in his voice, "So with a great leap, the boy jumped to his feet and ran away from that dreadful scene..."

I glared at Karmo and anger flooded over me in a wave. Karmo pleaded but it was no use. With one quick slice. He was gone.

I smiled at my achievement. I had nothing to worry about now. I quickly cleaned up the mess that Karmo had left me. I disposed of it all. Before settling Karmo down for his eternal slumber I gave him a quick kiss, "Sleep well little birdy," I cooed and boarded up the walls.

Days went by and my actions that night seemed small, I could scarcely remember them. That evilness that had came over me that night was now long gone. I was filled with regret. Then I heard it. I heard his voice loud and clear. Karmo... He was haunting me.

There once was a boy with no morals...
He whitenessed a crime and then on a dime...
The boy took justice into his own hands...
Blood ran forth from the victim...
So with a great leap, the boy jumped to his feet and ran away from that dreadful scene...

I screamed in fear. Out of the corner of my eye I swear I could see a bloodied tall boy with broken bird wings staring at me as he sang.