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Backstory: Lorilee

"Last year my friends and I went to America and we rode our bikes into the sunset like a bunch of cowboys through the desert- and we played Marco-polo in the town's swimming pool! Mama says that if I get better, I might be able to go with them again this year! You will come with me too, won't you Miss Lorilee!?"

The boy in the hospital bed grinned a buck-toothed smile, his now bald head bobbing around as he recounted his adventures in the wild west. Otherwise known as Austin, Texas.

Lorilee couldn't help but smile, gently coaxing the boy back to his bed while a half-hearted smile countered the boys innocent yet boisterous chatter.

The cancer had spread from his frontal lobe to his spine unexpectedly. The child wouldn't be able to live for another week, let alone see the end of the cold British winter.

Of course, his cancer could have been curable. But there was just something in the way the boy cackled on about his life that irked the nurse-in-training so. Why did this whiny brat get to have access to all the medicine, for free when her mother was dying because America charged their little family of eleven over a thousand dollars in hospital fees?!

But luckily, as his ever so kind nurse was there for him all the time, she was bound to be in the brat's will. She made sure of it. How stupid could the rest of the staff be? They didn't even notice her slipping tablets of rat poison into the child's glass of water.

A spoiled, arrogant nitwit had more the reason to die than an innocent mother. Besides, the kid's parents were rich. The little "gift of appreciation" they will give her will cover all of the expenses.

Lorilee froze for a minute, focusing her gaze to the floor as the boy continued to whine.

Why should she stop after just the one

It was her job to cleanse the new generation of anything that could ruin the future of the world. Although whiny ginger heads didn't exactly fall into that category, god-damn did that kid have a voice shrill enough to be mistaken for a chipmunk. There was work to be done, start small and work your way up. I need to cleanse the world.

The nurse snapped up from her internal monologue, looking at the child with blank eyes as she smiled sweetly, a sly smirk itching to break out as the boy started to chug the glass of water. She dawdled out of the hospital room, nodding at the child almost mockingly.

"Of course, Henry, my dear. For you are one of the most precious patients I have in my care~"