Delivery Word from Maxwell to Carmen [5]

The speckled delivery word that drops from the sky is young, strong, and in a terrible mood. He'd been chosen over his compatriot over the assumption that he wanted the freedom snatched from him two days ago, yet the poor bird seems quite literally torn apart. Still, he maintains a cocky, if reckless, demeanor evident in his descent, traits that led to a certain boy labeling him as the teenage delinquent of delivery words way back when.

What falls from his talons before he flies away with a loud HONK is not a piece of parchment, but a large, flat, gray rock. How the tiny bird managed to carry it is unknown, yet somehow, he managed. On the largest face of the stone are words scrawled messily in a substance that is disturbingly dark red in color.


MURDER SUX, RITE? BUT DONT LET IT GET U DOWN. ITS WHAT WE MUST DO TO GO HOME.

U DO WANT TO GO HOME, RITE? SURELY U DIDN'T VOLUNTEER FOR NOTHING.

AS MY USELESS OLD MENTOR LIKED TO SAY, CHIN UP.

~M