Orphan Story Bill was out of work and was willing to take any job. He had not eaten a decent meal in 3 months and his bills were way beyond saving. This is what brought him to the St. Steven Orphanage.

The ad read: "Orphanage in need of special caretaker. Competitive pay, good hours, and many fringe benefits. Some special skills required." Upon reading the ad, Bill had never once thought about working with children much less at an orphanage. He himself dropped out of high school to take care of his pregnant girlfriend. Bill later learned that this wasn't his best move, as it turned out the child wasn't his and his dearly beloved would soon elope with a 40-year-old lawyer. Turn the clock 12 years forward, and Bill, hapless and poor, has continued to find odd jobs here and there as he nursed his alcoholic tendencies he inherited from both parents.

Bill had done many things to survive before and knew that most of the work was OTJ learning and that he could adapt and handle anything that came his way. Bill was desperate and needed work, and was willing to do anything, or maybe just about anything.

Mr. Ian was the Director of the St. Stevens orphanage that housed nearly 100 young orphaned boys from the ages of 6 to 12. The children, once they turned twelve they were handed over to another intuition much like their transfer to St. Stevens. Mr. Ian's brother Mr. Todd also worked at the orphanage as his assistant. Mr. Ian is whom Bill was here to visit today, as he was conducting interviews for the caretaker position.

When Bill arrived at the front door of the orphanage, he suddenly realized that he had never been to this part of town, before. In fact, on his way over, he didn't recognize hardly anything. Then suddenly, he remembered an old...

Bill's father warned him not to go to that part of town because it was "full of blood drinkers." The thought then penetrated deeper into his mind and just as suddenly a pang of hunger pains came rushing through his stomach and echoed throughout his tired body. The hunger that Bill felt soon made him forget the drunken spouting of an old abusive fool that was long dead and forgotten.
The front doors of the St. Steven's Orphanage were dull and bleakly colored gray, much like the rest of the building. The building was only one level but at the far north end, a different part of the building was identified by its strange bricks and the electronic razor wires that were not connected to the other part of the building. The razor wire instantly reminded Bill of the torture scenes he had seen on the latest war movie. He thought it was strange that such young children would need this protection, but as he began to question it to himself, Mr. Todd burst through the front door and said in a polite and deep voice:

As Bill entered the office he was greeted by Mr. Ian, a tall older man of 50 years old. His head was bald on top, but kept a pony tail down to the center of his back. He wore loop earrings in both ears and dressed in a priestly like garb with many adornments and sparkles. Bill thought that such an outfit was odd for a caretaker for the orphanage and began to feel that he was in the wrong place. A dark feeling came over him as Mr. Ian offered Bill a drink as he slammed the door behind where Ian was standing.

"Uh, no thanks Mr. Ian. Y'know, I don't think this place is really for me. I really don't feel comfortable here."

"Don't worry Bill. Have a drink, here." Mr. Ian poured…