Orson was once more on the run, he had been somehow captured by a station of officers. Including his brother, whom he hates so deeply. He spat on Alastor's shoe, though, rather gladly. But he was then put under rehabilitation. With several officers whom he had brutally injured, and after the latest one. He has managed to make a run for it.

No one was going to fucking fix him, he wasn't about to become a goody two shoes. And thank his brother, Alastor, was no saint. Not for leaving him with his father, not for making Orson into this. After that day, he was stuck with his father's abusive ways and the gang that man ran. Forced to do dirty work as a child until he was 18, since he was 18 he no longer needed that man to survive. So he killed him and the rest of his gang.

Obviously, that started a chain reaction, since his father knew and had allies with many other Mafias, Gangs, and criminals. Many came after him, which left him no choice but to do what he does. To kill. He enjoyed it sometimes; most of them were people just as bad as his father. But anger issues and bad blood ran in the Calloway name.

So he did hurt people by accident sometimes. Currently, he had just been ambushed in a alleyway by some thugs from a group he pissed off a while back. He dealt with them, of course, but there were a lot of them. He had a bullet hole in his side, which was bleeding rather fast. And to top it off, since no cops could 'wrangle this beast,' a soldier had been sent after him.

Orson had no clue who it was, who they worked for. But he was bleeding out, so that did not matter, not till he spotted the shine of a gun a little too late.