Amaniac Designs

“We are going to look at a case file today.” Briggs pulled out a folder. “(Y/N), I want you to tell me what you think about the person after reading it.” He opened the folder and spread the paper over the table.

I looked at the paper. There was a slight problem. I can’t read, well I mean I can read a paragraph after like an hour, but I think he was expecting more of a fifteen minute time range. The words were as I expected. Scribbles. I looked at Dean and Cassie briefly, hoping that they would say something. They were silent. Luckily there were a few photos of the victims. One of the victims had been stabbed from behind [coward]. The victim had been found in a train station, but moved post mortem due to the lack of blood near the crime scene. The killer likes to place the bodies. Specifically sat her up. I could feel myself thinking about other murders, about other times. I grabbed my arms and started to dig my nails in to get myself away from the past.

I felt eyes on me. Instinctively I glanced up and found Dean looking at me. He looked away as soon as he realized he had been caught. 

Briggs looked at me. “(Y/N), any idea.”

I shook my head even though I had some ideas. I knew if I opened my mouth nothing would come out. 

Briggs narrowed his eyes. I think he could tell I knew more than I was letting on or maybe he just wondered if I was of use. “Dean, Cassie, what do you have?”

“You stabbed me in the front, then left me propped up with my eyes open.” Cassie started talking. Her words felt pressed into me, as if they were directed towards me. I dug my fingers in harder.

A hand touched my arm. I flinched back, and looked at who placed it. It was Dean. “Breathe.” He instructed this as if every ounce of my energy wasn’t already directed towards doing just that. 

“(Y/N), are you okay?” Cassie asked, looking at me. 

I tried to say “I’m alright”. My mouth moved, but no sound came out. I just nodded.

“Liar.” Lia had popped in. I was equal parts grateful, and annoyed.

“Lia, we need to get back to work.” Briggs spoke up, trying to deter her.

“No, you’re done.” Lia stepped forward. She spoke with finality, but I don’t think she was trying to identify a lie. I think she was trying to get him to back off. 

“Alright, we’ll finish this up again on Monday. I have a case.” Briggs spoke as he gathered up all of the different pieces of paper.

Lia said something to Briggs, that I couldn’t quite catch as I hurried to leave. The walls felt like they were closing in. I felt trapped, so I ran out of the room, out of the house. I stopped in the backyard. I was struggling to catch my breath. I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around looking behind me.

Dean had followed me. He sat down a few steps away from me. “(Y/N).” I looked up, meeting Dean’s eyes. “It gets easier.”

I nodded, unsure of what response to give him to make him go away.

He didn’t leave, he just sat there with me in the silence. I was somewhat peaceful.

“Redding. What are you doing out here?” Michael’s voice broke the silence. It was loud. Louder than I wanted it to be. I was ready to run.

“Nothing really.” Dean’s voice wasn’t as bad because he spoke low and quietly, it was more of a thrum than a screech. Dean looked at me then back at Micheal. “Maybe you should go inside for a little bit.”

Micheal followed Dean’s gaze toward me. I could feel him analyzing the tension in my body and the way I was clutching my arms. He nodded and left the backyard.

I just sat there for a while thinking, or trying not to. After a bit Dean spoke, I had almost forgotten he was here. “Do you want to head in for dinner, it’s getting late.”

Found family! The naturals and teen reader

I was brought into the Naturals, a program in the FBI. It wasn’t exactly by choice, but it wasn’t exactly not. I mean it was either that or well let’s not go there.

I was led into a house. There was a man [military-looking] waiting for me. “I’m Judd. It’s nice to meet you. (Y/N) right?”

I didn’t give a response, just followed him inside. 

As we walked he started listing off the different parts of this house. “Living room, Media room, Library, Kitchen.” I was taking note of the layout of the house [never know when you have to escape]. As he started up the stairs he looked back. “Just so you know you will be sharing a room with one of the girls.”

I again gave no response. [I was in a house full of people who can read anything you give them.] I looked around trying to gain as much information about this house as possible.

A girl came out from behind the corner [like to hide? no] she was wearing dark black sleek clothing [likes power or control]. “Who do we have here?” She spoke to Judd while looking me up and down [trying to get a read or just make me uncomfortable]. 

“Lia, this is your roommate. (Y/N).” Judd responded. “Will you show them there?”

“Alright.” Lia walked off. I followed her. She gestured to the side. “This is our room.”

Someone approached. “You gonna introduce me to your friend Lia?” He had a strong stride [confident] and kept a smile on his face.

With a drawn out grin Lia obliged “(Y/N). This is Michael. He specializes in emotion reading.”

I didn’t react except by maintaining eye contact with him. I kept my face blank.

“Miss me?” Michael didn’t break eye contact with me [stubbon, or didn’t back down] even as he spoke with Lia.

A door opened. My eyes flicked to it [I looked away]. A red haired girl walked out. “Absolutly not”

“That would be a problem, but that simply isn’t true.” Lia smirked at the redhead who rolled her eyes smiling slightly. 

“Lia’s a deceitful detective, her specialty is lies.” Michale explained moving closer to me.

Redheads' eyes landed on me. “Hi, I’m Cassie. I’m a profiler. And you are?”

My eyes flicked between her and Michale. They both had their attention on me. 

“Their name is (Y/N).” Lia said. “They haven't told me their specialty.”

All of the eyes in the room turned to me. I didn’t like it. To deter them I answered Lia’s question. “Cognative profiling” I watched the three of them making sure the only thing that moved was my eyes. My voice had been meek hollow [slightly on purpose slightly on aciedent.]

“And I’m emotions.” Michale said, breaking the silence.

“Okay. Now that introductions have been made. Put your stuff up. It’s time for the real tour. Judd gives crappy ones. He’s not really chatty, but he is a good cook so there's that. I’ll give you a better show round.” Lia took charge.

I didn’t move. I wasn’t gonna put my bag just anywhere.

After a few seconds Lia asked or rather said. “Read for the tour. You two come with.” Lia walked off. Again I followed this time out of curiosity. Micheal and Cassie followed us. 

“Where are you going?” Cassie asked. 

“To see Sloane.” Lia continued. We reached a basement. I never wanted to go into another basement ever again, not after everything, but I can’t show weakness. I squeezed my hands slightly before entering the space.

Something exploded, sounded a bit like glass. I tilted my head curiously. I wanted the distraction and whatever was going on seemed somewhat cool. 

“This is normal, you'll get used to it.” Cassie said.

A girl came out from behind a wall. She had long blond hair with blunt looking bangs [I would love to fix those up]. 

“Safety glasses.” Lia said sing-songy.

“There were complications.” The girl [Sloane?] said.

“Anyways. Sloane, (Y/N). (Y/N) Sloane.” Lia introduced us.

Sloane looked at me. “You have green eyes. Green eyes are actually not green. It’s a yellow pigment paired with light reflection.”

I decided I liked Sloane, even though she was a bit interesting.

“And then there was one.” Lia was singsongy again. She exited the basement and everyone followed. She entered a garage [why did it have to be a garage]. 

A guy was doing weights. Each rep felt like it would be the last, but he continued [threat to himself]. 

Micheal started harassing him. Using a macho voice he said. “Ninty eight, ninty nine, one hundred.”  

The guy moved to put the weights up. He struggled slightly. Micheal didn’t move. Slone came to the rescue instead. She grabbed the bar and rocked back on her heels.

“Thanks..” The guy sat up from the bench.

“Torque.” This was Sloane welcome. “My arms acted as a lever.”

The guy had a slight smile on his face. He faced the group. When his eyes landed on me he looked me up and down. I almost wanted to step back but I don’t give anyone that satisfaction, anymore.

“Dean Redding." Micheal stepped forward. “Meet (Y/N), What's your last name?”

I just shrugged. With that I could tell the rest of the group was somewhat suspicious of me, besides Sloane. Dean left the garage.

Micheal addressed me. “Don’t mind him Dean has a bit of a temper.”

“If he had a temper you’d be dead.” Lia shot back.

I spent the rest of the day following Lia around while I observed [important to learn a place before joining it]. Lia was  interesting. She was extremely playful in a cat sort of way. I could tell she is a good person to have on my side [lie detecting skills, slightly protective], but I wasn’t sure if she was on mine.

She headed to her our room for bed. I decided to test the waters, partially out of necessity and partly because why not. “Lia” She turned to face me at my words, after all it was the second time I had spoken. “Do you have clothes I could borrow?”

“Do you not have any other clothes?” She dropped her playful tone and switched to something slightly sweater, but a little more serious.

I shook my head. 

She paused a moment before asking, “Short or long sleeves.”

“Short.” I knew that short was a slight risk, but I hated the way long would stick to my skin.

She threw a t-shirt to me. It was black similar to the clothes I am wearing now. She also tossed up some pants. “If you need anything else, take it.” She went to her bed.

I went to the bathroom walking quietly. I opened the bathroom door slowly to ensure no creaking hinges. I closed the door behind me, softening the click of the door by twisting the handle. I turned on the light. I ran my fingers through my hair. It had grown out. The black strands now fall closer to my chin. I’ll cut it again in a few months. I pulled my sweatshirt and shirt off and pulled on the shirt Lia had given me. It had a small band graphic on it. It was bigger than I had expected. The pants [sweatpants?] were to loose on me, so I pulled the drawstring as tight as possible. It worked, but looked a little funny. My arms were visible. The net work of scars on them could be seen clearly in the mirror. I pulled my sweatshirt back to conceal them.

I crept back into Lia’s room and lay on the bed. I attempted to fall asleep, but couldn’t. I hadn’t slept inside in ages and I couldn’t do it again. I waited for Lia’s breath to even out in a rhythm of sleep before creeping out of the room again. This time I went out the back. I walked over to the side of the house and leaned against the side below the window. There I let myself drift off to sleep, underneath the stars. 

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Hi so this is the 6 chapter of the book that I'm writing. For this chapter I wrote it slightly differently than the other 5. This chapter has sort of joint perspectives. For each part it says the characters name before it, so I hope it won’t be confusing.

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First chapter :The Capture - Hale

Previous chapter: The Capture - Misty

The Escape

- Hale -

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I was hesitant to say the least. If this didn’t work out then the likelihood that I could go back to my family was closer to zero then it was now. Even if it did work out I’d still have the same problem. We would be on the run. Would  it be worth it? I mean we are wrongfully accused, or at least I was. “It’ll just make us look more guilty.”

“Guys quiet down a bit, we don’t want them to hear us.” Ezryn hissed.

Nyx started singing “Let It Go” at the top of her lungs. She winked. She must be providing a distraction, or at least trying to stop the guards from listening closely.

“The chance that this ends with us not behind bars is slim to say the least. We are who know where, who knows how far away from anything we know. Without anything to tell us what's happening.” Ezryn spoke up. She was in on this too. 

I guess I’m out voted. “We need a plan, a good one.” 

- Ezryn -

“We have to get them to open the door for us to have a chance.” I relayed what I had already figured out. The guards can’t hear us right now. They are too preoccupied with Nyx. “All of the doors have child-lock on them, so we can’t open them from our side.”

“Could we climb to the front to disarm the child lock?” Ronan asked. He genuinely thought it was a good idea.

“No.” I responded. To explain myself I gestured toward the panel that was blocking them from seeing us.

“Any ideas, Hale, Melissa?” Damn it. I forgot to ask Melissa her name. She probably thinks I’m crazy. Just pretended that nothing happened. Melissa’s eyes widened slightly, and she stiffened in posture at the name. She obviously knows something’s up.

“Sorry I didn’t introduce myself earlier. I’m Hale. That’s Ezryn.” Hale pointed at me while greeting Melissa. “That’s Nyx and ov-”

Ronan interrupted Hale. “We don’t have the time for this. We have a few minutes and bad ideas.” 

Hale shot an apologetic look to Melissa, who was currently staring straight in front of her.

“I have an idea, but I’m not sure how well it’ll work.” I had been weighing the chances, but if there were no other options. “We need someone to yell and cause a distraction to bring the guard toward us. Then once the guard comes we have to over power them.”

“We out number them, so it can’t be that hard.” Hale was trying to be positive. 

“Ok, who wants to be a distraction?” I asked.

Nyx who had switched to the hamilton sound track raised her hand.

“Ok so Nyx is the distraction as per usual then what?” Ronan asked.

“Then Ronan you have to overpower the guard in some way.” Hale seemed to understand my plan.

“Why me?” Ronan seemed suppressed at our choice.

“Closest to the seat.” I explained. The car came to a slow. We prepared as much as we could. The question was, is it enough.

- Nyx - 

We are going to do this. I had stopped singing Hamilton a few minutes ago for two reasons, one I needed to save my voice and two we had finished planning. The car had  parked at the gas station. I was about to start with the first part of the plan, my specialty. Before I could Ezryn put up a hand to signal me to stop. 

Ezryn waited for a few seconds before giving me the thumbs up.

She unleashed the beast. I started screaming at the door “I NEED TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!! LET ME PEE! LET ME OUT I PROMISE I’LL BE GOOD! LET ME PEE PLEASE YOU’VE LOCKED US IN HERE FOR HOURS” 

The girl beside me tensed slightly at the screaming, but the rest of them were still looking hopeful. This could really work especially if we kept it up. Even if  the guards didn’t respond. The people around us would hear. Ezryn is low key is kinda smart.

“What do you want?” The guard voice was gravely like the textbook scare dude movie voice. 

“I need to pee. Duh.” 

The guard paused for a moment and slammed the door in my face.

“COME ON I NEED TO PEE I DRANK A LOT OF WATER BEFORE THIS IT HAS BEEN LITERAL HOURS” I opted to continue screaming.

The guard opened the door. He leaned in, placing cuffs on my wrist with a sharp click. He hissed in my ear “If you try anything bitch I’ll make you regret it.” He grabbed the chain of the cuff to pull me out, but before he could Ro-Ro kicked him hard.

- Ronan -

My foot connected hard with the guard's stomach. It was satisfying in a sick sort of way. The next step was a simple one. Run. We all rushed out of the car. Our feet were thumping heavily against the pavement. The guard inside the shop came rushing out. 

He held up his gun. “Get back in the car. Now.” Nyx and Hale kept running to the trees. They must have not heard. Ezryn froze along with me. 

The guard that I kicked rose. He held the girl who had gotten in on the last stop in his hands. One hand had her in a choker. The other was pressing a knife against her throat. “If you don’t come back now I’ll kill Melissa over here.” 

“Guys stop.” I found myself yelling. 

The two in front stopped and looked behind at my yell. Hale’s eyes went wide at the scene. 

The guard near the shop lowered his gun to pull out the cuffs. The cuffs encircled everyone’s wrist with a click. 

 I thought that was gonna be it, but as we reached the entrance to the car the guard that I previously kicked pulled Nyx aside. “I told you you’d regret it.” He placed a gag on Nyx tying it tightly.

The words came out before I could stop myself. “Let her go, stop what you’re doing.”

“Shut it. I have more.” The guard pushed Nyx into the car. Tears were escaping out of her eyes.

Control. Control. I had to have control. Fuck it. Kicked the guard again as I entered the vehicle. I closed the door. Control. I should have had control. Vengeance tasted sweeter. Better me than the other guy.

- Misty -

The guard placed cuffs on my hands and shoved me in the car. It seemed the guards weren’t going to remove the cuffs this time [probably a power trip of sorts as the cuffs themselves wouldn’t stop a well timed kick to the stomach]. 

Ronan sighed deeply. But before he said anything Hale turned to Nyx. “Nyx are you okay?”

She nodded, still shaking with silent sobs. 

I had to do something to fix this. It was because of me after all. I was held hostage, not them. They chose to get recaptured [they also had a gun trained on them]. There were two ways to remove  the gag. One was to unknot it [slightly lower success rate, but safer., the other was to cut it out [higher success rate, higher risk].

I reached for her gag.

“Don’t” Ronan spat [he must still need to cool down from earlier]..

I just pointed to Nyx’s gag.

He shook his head. “That won’t work.”

I started picking at the knot. I could feel it becoming looser, but the guard had done it tightly and the cuffs around my wrist weren't doing me any favors. Nyx tried to hold still but was still shaking slightly with muffled sobs. 

Not wanting this to go on longer I started reaching in my boot. I pulled out the thinnest knife.

“What are you doing?” Ronan seemed to cool but was still weary of weapons [fair I guess].

I just continued. Carefully I slid the knife into the knot. Twisting it slightly. I didn’t want to cut through the fabric [don’t want it looking like I have a weapon]. The knot started loosening. I held the knife in my mouth while I was working the knot with my fingers [easy access while in cuffs]. After a few minutes the knot was un done and the piece of fabric slid on to the floor.

Nyx took a few seconds to collect herself, but looked at me gratefully [I was just repaying a debt].

“Melissa, why do you just have a knife in your boot?” Hale said [both redirecting the attention from Nyx to me and likely satisfying his own curiosity].

I just shrugged. I don’t really like to talk [better to observe]. I placed the knife back into the small spot between the inner and outer lining.

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Hi so this is the 5 chapter of the book that I'm writing. Please read and tell me what you think.

First chapter :The Capture - Hale

Previous chapter: The Capture - Ronan

The Capture - Misty

Hi, my name’s Melissa Katz, but I’m called Misty [Don’t dare call me Melissa it’s my legal name and I hate it]. I don’t know where to start, so I’ll just share some things about myself. I’m a Variant [that's at least what I like to call it] with the power to shift [change the way I look] into different things [person, animal, or object]. I can also shift the objects around me to an extent [I am limited to the materials it is composed of]. I’ve grown up in the foster system. Series of houses, and family, but nowhere safe [All of the houses haven’t been the greatest, or good at all]. I have a habit of running. Running from everything, but having nowhere to run to. Most of my life I’ve been on the move, hiding from something, or needing to escape. This day was no different. 

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The sun was starting to rise. I was ready. It had been ten days since I had run [The longest I’ve gone this year]. The goal is to get as far away from my foster home as possible [They didn’t like me to say the least]. It wasn’t even that hard to run [no shifting required]. My foster family doesn’t even know my name, so I doubt that they even noticed that I was missing until day three [that is what it was last time anyway]. I had gone for a while in the sewers [safe, but smelly], but I surfaced to watch the sun rise [fresh air] and maybe catch a bit to eat [I hadn’t eaten in at least a day, maybe more].

Just a little theft [had to get money somewhere]. I took a breath. Walking out my heart was beating and my mind cleared. I smiled [to appear innocent] and looked small [to seem less of a threat]. No one ever expected that I would steal. 

I found my mark, a tall man. He was walking around in shabby clothes [normal for this area], but he had a shiny watch [must have some money]. I changed my face to that of a small girl, chubby cheeks, lighter skin replacing my tanned, green eyes going over my dark brown, hair long to contrast my short shabby cut, and made myself shorter. I walked not looking at him, or his wallet that was ready for the pick. 

I bumped into him, sliding two of my fingers in his pocket. I had pulled up the wallet [success]. 

“Sorry.” The man had a cheery voice that got slightly under my skin. 

I politely smiled and bowed my head. I ducked into an alley. I shed my disguise feeling more drained [It took energy changing into someone else]. I took a few breaths to steady myself [can’t pass out now]. Opening the wallet I found a license [useless], credit card [traceable], some gift cards [not worth it], and finally what I was looking for was: cash [untraceable and versatile]. He had two fives, three ones, and a handful of change. I unzipped a pocket on my black satchel that was partially hidden. This cash brought my total amount of money at 15.92 [I found some additional money in the street and sewers]. After I had placed the cash inside, I discarded the wallet, tossing it on the street. I had no use for it any more. 

Mission two: hit the shops. Looking around I had a few options, a small bakery [food there would be good, but quite expensive], some fresh fruits [Provided good energy, but messy], and the last shop had a few snacks like chips [I would love some chips, but not good sustenance]. I decided to buy a bag of chips, and some apples [taste pretty good, but bruises easily].

I put the chips on the counter. I held the edge of my sleeve to not show my burns. The ones on my hands were covered with fingerless gloves [Good for dexterity, but the burns on my fingers were still visible. Worth it.]. I smiled meekly. That paired with my baggy worn clothes gave an appearance perfect for a little scam.

“That’ll be 3.27.” The lady behind the counter had long hair done up in a braid. She looked nice, nice enough.

I took out two of the ones and started fumbling around with pennys. This action made it look like I needed money [if I pegged her right she would have a little heart].

“Actually. It’s only 2 dollars.” The lady looked at me and smiled [I was right]. 

I smiled brightly and slid over the money and took the chips. As I walked out I felt a bit of pride in my scam. Next up was fruit. As I walked closer I couldn’t help but notice that I was getting farther away from the alleys. To distract myself I opened the chips. I devoured the bag in a matter of seconds. Putting the wrapper in my satchel [It could be useful] I grabbed three apples [a good amount for going through the sewers, but not too many]. 

The vendor was watching me. “It’ll be $1.50 for each so $4.50 for the lot.” This vendor gave off an energy that he shouldn’t be trifled with, so I didn’t try to scam him [not worth the risk]. 

I pulled out one of the five dollar bills. He handed me 50 cents and I placed two of the apples in the chip bag [see useful]. The other I started eating. I was on my way back to the alleys. As I was heading there I passed the bakery. The scent of baking bread was enough to make my mouth water. Giving in to temptation I went in. It was $2.50 for a loaf of bread. I paid in quarters and turned to leave. I saw police circling the area. It was normal I guess. They were talking to the fruit vendor. He pointed in my direction. Almost immediately I knew. They were here for me. Immediately was a little too late. I could try to shift [they had already seen me], maybe just run [add evading arrest to my charges], or fight [assaulting would be worse]. 

“Melissa Katz you’re under arrest.” The officer placed cuffs on my wrist [limiting my chance of escape from low to none]. 

]||[

The guards took me to a black car. It was cleaner than I expected, still not entirely spotless [probably done its fair bit of driving]. The cuffs came off. A second after I thought about escaping. The two guards didn’t give me enough time to, shoving me into the van before I got the chance. Inside the car there was an odd scene. There were 4 other people in the car. One had rainbow hair, there was one with headphones, another was slightly muddy, last there was a guy with glasses. Rainbow and muddy were bickering. Glasses was trying to intervene [peace maker probably]. Headphones was staring out the window [either didn’t like arguing or thinking about something. Based on their calm expression I’ll go with the former].  

“Nyx. Ronan calm down.” Glasses attempts at peace making were to no avail. From this I got that rainbow's name was Nyx and muddy’s is Ronan. Glasses’ also wore slightly worn clothes, but not as bad as mine [came from a working background. Given his age probably has a job]. 

“Shut it Hale.” Muddy, Ronan, yelled at Glasses [now Hale]. I couldn’t help but tense at the sudden volume change. Headphones looked up at me [most likely seeing my start]. Ronan was angry to see the least [temper problems are my guess]. The mud covering his clothes was near the cuffs of his sleeves and all over his legs [stays outside for long periods of time, or just sits on piles of mud.]

“Don’t yell at him he didn’t do anything?” Rainbow, Nyx, defended Hale. Either didn’t like people sticking up for her, or didn’t want him to get hurt for her [either way independent]. “Calm down Ro-Ro.”

“I told you not to call me that.” Ronan yelled with a strong ferocity. The car hit a giant pothole. I made everyone jolt in their seats.

“No, you told me not to call you Roni. There's a difference Ro-ro.” Nyx twirled her hare slightly [likely to apper less interested],

I hate cars. I hate cars, out of all of the forms of transportation they are the worst [no easy escape, and no control], because of these two painful facts I’m stuck listening to a screaming match between two forces. I pulled one leg up and leaned against the window [comfortable position and easy view of both out and inside of the car].

Ronan’s face redded slightly. The car jolted again, sharper.

Luckily Hale spoke before Ronan went off. “Calm down. Nyx let’s just call him Ronan k. And Ronan Nyx was just joking.” Hale held up his hands as a way to split up the two.

“The car is slowing down.” Ezryn filled the silence before the two could start up again [maybe not a fan of arguments either or wants the group to be in control]. 

This distracted Ronan and Nyx from their bickering. “Do you think we finally get to leave?” Nyx perked up.

“Hopefully. I don’t want to be stuck next to you for much longer.” Ronan poked at Nyx [either enjoyed the bickering or doesn’t know when to stop].

“I think we're stopping at a gas station.” Ezyrn somehow knew that [?]. “I mean we’ve been driving for hours right. We must have to stop for gas at some point, and it hasn't even been that long since our last stop, so I doubt that we’d be picking up someone else because all of our stops at least had like a 15, 30 minute window right. It hasn’t been close to ten yet. And there aren’t any big cities near here so like yeah. Right?” She just word vomited all of that [either lying or hiding, my guess is hiding because the reasoning seems sound.].

“Yeah.” Nyx spoke, then she whispered. “So what do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?” Ronan whisper-screamed.

“I mean escape dimwit.” Nyx voiced what I had been thinking. If Ezryn was right this would most likely be our only chance of escape, and there were two guards, five of us. We could over power them if need be.

“That’s a bad idea.” Hale said, whispering with them. “If we run we’ll be on the run from the police. We couldn’t go back. It’s not like we’re actually guilty.”

“It doesn’t matter if we’re guilty. It matters what people think.” Ronan's words were true, but I wouldn’t have expected them to come from him. “Those big ass corporations were able to arrest us without giving us cause. No rights were read, nothing. They would be able to hire some fancy ass lawyer like nobody's business. Would your family be able to hire a good one?” He looked at Hale for this one. Then to Nyx. “Would they even try?” Nyx visible recoiled. Something in Ronan's voice softened slightly. He didn’t stop looking at Nyx when he said “I know mine won’t”

Nyx looked at him, inclining her head ever so slightly. “So I guess it’s settled then. We escape.”

Hale looked to Ezryn for help, but she seemed distracted. “Ok I guess, what’s the plan?”

Hi so this is the 4 chapter of the book that I'm writing. Please read and tell me what you think. (Its about 1300 words)

First chapter :The Capture - Hale

Previous chapter: The Capture - Nyx

The Capture - Ronan

My name is Ronan Ashford. Everyone I’ve ever met said that I have problems. That I’m dangerous, volatile, should be locked up, or worse. This is because I share the name of a man who has those traits. The problem is they’re right, for the wrong reason, but still right. I’m a problem. I’m dangerous. People are right to be afraid. I wished I didn’t have what made me violent. The dangerous power within me. That was until this day.

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I lined up another log on my stump, with a powerful swing I broke it in half. I moved slightly. 

I stepped on to the river bed. The cool water ran over my hands. Nature is beautiful. It makes all things welcome. 

I always come to the forest when it feels like it's too much, so all the time. People don’t like me always whispering as if I have horns. 

A kid had run away again. I was to blame. Anything that happened in this town I am to blame. I’m not a killer. I’m not a bad person, yet here I am at the outskirts of town in the forest.

I slowly lowered my whole arm into the river. The water was seeping into the sleeve of my shirt. The sound of the wild filled my ears. The birds were chirping in song. They were crying out together in mourning. One of the birds was found dead recently, about a week ago. The fragile little thing had rocks thrown at it by some kids just wanting to be jerks. 

I had lost my cool. It happens to everyone, right. It’s normal to blow up. The only difference is when other people explode nothing happens, but when I explode its a tornado.

The birds stopped chirping. Sensing a shift in their toons I took my arm out of the river. The wind harsh on my bare flesh. It was getting dark. I had just realized. I should head inside. Footsteps started approaching. It was loud. The voices of many people were in the forest. 

For a second I thought they were looking for me, but what would be the point? I don’t care anyways. It would be normal. It is always normal.

I got up and brushed the dirt off of my pants. I started walking towards the house. “Stop, hand where I can see them.” The people saw me. 

I didn’t argue. What was the point? I would be accused. Yelled at, but nothing would happen. Nothing ever changed no matter how much I wish it would.

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They had cuffed me, the resounding click echoing in my ears. They took me to a car. They opened the door. As it opened a girl announced “Well well well, who do we have here?” She was in the splits covering both of the seats to her sides. The boy across from her moved to the middle allowing me to sit.

“Are you going to do the entire ride?” I opted to question instead of answer. 

“So what if I am? Are you gonna try to stop me?” She taunted. 

I rolled my eyes hoping to deter her with my obvious annoyance. It didn’t work.

“So you never answered what’s your name?” 

“Ronan.” 

“Cool I’m Nyx. Over there is Hale” she pointed to the dude next to me. “And that’s Ezryn” she gestured towards the girl currently staring out the window. “Anyways what game should we play?”

“We could play the alphabet game again.” The boy, Hale, suggested.

“Nah. Let's do something more fun.” Something told me that this girl's idea of fun is just as rambunctious as her rainbow hair. “Ooooh, what if we do concentration, or marshmallow?”

“What the hell is marshmallow?” I had to say something. I mean at this point does this girl want us to poop out these sweets or something. 

“It’s a game where we take turns going one marshmallow check it out whoo then add on from their saying each thing the number of marshmallows are so like two marshmallow two marshmallow check it out check it out whoo whoo.” Hale answered. I must have looked surprised at his knowledge of this obscene topic so he explained. “My sister loves this game.”

“Ooooh you have a sister. How old is she?” Nyx was distracted.

“Her name's Teresa and she’s six. I also have a brother, Even. He’s eight.” Hale smiled.

“Nice I have a twin brother and he’s so annoying like I can’t even. Ezi, what about you?” Nyx pulled Ezryn's attention away from the outside world.

“I have siblings.” Ezryn seemed slightly hesitant to respond fully.

“Expand, like how many are there, what names.” Nyx pressed, sighing slightly for dramatic affect.

Ezryn looked to Hale for a second before answering. “I have eight, not including me. Their names are Ashley, Benvoilio, Claire, Denver, Felica, Gale, Hayden, Iggy.”

“Damn. That's a lot. Anyway, back to what I was saying. Wait Ronan what about you? Any siblings?” Nyx turned to me as she redirected the conversation yet again.

“I have two sisters, one older and one younger.” I didn’t want her to harass me again so I gave the necessary information, but I didn;t like her enough to be spilling something extra. 

“Cool. Anyways. Back to what I was saying earlier. What should we do? Do we want to play marshmallow or concentration?” Nyx clapped her hands. “Or do we want to play the alphabet game, but like memorization?”

“Why don’t we play the quiet game?” I spoke slowly as if speaking to a toddler. 

“We could, but what’s the fun in that?” Nyx seemed unperturbed by my comment.

“It would be fun for me.” I shot back.

“Okay let’s play” Nyx leaned forward, which she often did when scheming. “What are the rules?”

I had not been expecting her to agree. “The rules are to stay quiet. The person who can go the longest without making a sound wins.”

“Let’s start in 3 2 1.” Nyx spoke. Then followed this statement up with singing the its ti-ime thing. 

“You lost.” I was surprised and annoyed at how short she lasted. 

“Well now so did you sucker.” She flashed a toothy grin. “So I guess we should talk until one of those two opens their mouths. It’s just you and me Roni.”

“What did you just call me?” 

“Roni, do you not like it?” She tilted her head ‘innocently’.

“Don’t call me that.” I sighed. This was going to be a hell of a long ride. 

I assumed that ignoring her would be the best way to stop her antics. However, I was sorely disappointed. After a while Hale had fallen asleep, so he was unable to rescue me from my misery. Ezryn, my only other hope hadn’t moved from her position at the window. I was stuck with this menace alone. 

This girl started singing so bad that my ancestors were somewhere in the heavens covering their ears aghast at this monstrosity. I was getting annoyed to say the least, angry to stay on point, and dangerous if I got out of control. That realization was met with a nasty divot in the road.

I don’t have to listen to her. Not when I could listen to something else. The ground thrummed under us. The small divots are enough to bump the car ever so slightly and to give a slight change in the rhythm every so often. 

I was at peace. Enjoying the sounds of the gravel against the car. That was until the little prick threw something at me. I think it was her shoe or something. “What the actual fuck!” 

“I said think fast.” Nyx looked unperturbed as normal, but she did recoil slightly at my outburst. 

At the time I paid no attention to this, too caught up in my anger. “Who do you think you are? Throwing things at me like what are you doing with your life.”

The yelling woke Hale. “Calm down guys.”

“It’s not my fault your ears don’t work”

“It’s not my fault you have no common sense.” I had felt the car slowing down a while back. We had come to a stop.

“Nyx, Ronan, let's calm down.” Hale tried to calm us as the door opened.

Next Chapter: The Capture - Misty

Hi so this is the third chapter of the book that I'm writing. Please read and tell me what you think.

First chapter :The Capture - Hale

Previous chapter: The Capture- Ezryn

The Capture - Nyx

I’m Nyx. Somethings about me, my favorite color is purple, I love to party, and my family doesn’t appreciate the last fact. I’ve never met a rule not worth breaking. There are consequences to my actions, {sure} but I’ve never experienced them. My parents always said my luck would run out one day. This day was the day my parents were proven right. This day was the day it all changed. This day was just my luck or unluck day.

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Today started like any other Saturday. Hung over as ever. Getting up I went to the sink in an attempt to wash off the leftover mascara and makeup {I looked like a raccoon} before my parents could see. My headache didn’t need to be worsened by a lecture over how partying isn’t good, or how I should study like my brother. I had success of course.

I got dressed in my best “I’ve been asleep for hours” pajamas. To go downstairs for breakfast. The cook made my brother's favorite (my least favorite) food for breakfast, poached eggs. The runnyness was too much for me. Also isn't it gonna give you salmonella or something. I begrudgingly ate in and headed back upstairs. My phone was buzzing with notifications from my friends slowly waking up, one by one. I silenced it. They wouldn’t expect me to awake for a few hours anyway.  I decided to go to the cafe in order to get some good coffee and have some time alone, well not alone, but at least away from judgement.

I started getting ready. My favorite part of going anywhere. I had tangles like crazy in my hair. The knots were all over each of the different colors. I dyed it myself using boxed dye and bleach. The combination led to a bad smelling bathroom for a few hours, but was so worth it. After all the tangles were successfully removed I was able to start my braiding. The braids landed around my armpits. I had perfected my skill to land them perfectly even. After hair clothes. I picked out a tube top partnered with some high waisted jeans. Next make up. I applied a full face of makeup in a matter of seconds. My parents always say that it is important to look your best. However we had an extremely big difference on what the best really was.

I got my laptop in my little tote and headed out to the coffee shop. My parents stopped me before I reached the stairs. “Where do you think you're going to dress like THAT?” My dad gestures at my tube top. 

“To the coffee shop.” I didn’t lie, that didn’t change the fact that he thought I was.

“SURe. According to your brother there's a party at Elania's house.” My dad crossed his arms.

“Just because there is a party doesn’t mean that I’m going.”

My dad snorted. Then pointed up the stairs. “NOW.”

I went begrudgingly. I went into my room. The same room that shares a wall with my brothers. I took a speaker and blasted the music I knew he hated against the wall. No doubt interrupting one of his “Study sessions”. That brat played the role of a perfect child so perfectly my parents had no idea that he was the one behind the money laundering.

“SHUT IT NYX!!” my brother screamed over the music in a futile attempt to get me to stop his torture.

“I can’t hear you.” I sang to the tune of my music.

My dad called my phone. It stopped the music from playing. 

“What do you want?” I answered.

“Nyx get down this instant.” A chill ran down my spine. The way he spoke left no room for argument. I had no clue what was about to happen, but there was one thing for sure: if I didn’t go down now, all hell would break loose. I ran down the stairs. There was a cop at the bottom of them. I halted in my tracks half way down the stairs. The only law I broke recently was drinking. Nothing that bad. I mean not really worth a follow up call if you ask me. 

“Nyx Quinn you’re under arrest." The cop walked up the stairs. With a click metal encircled my wrists. The cop yanked gruffly. Making me trip down the stairs. 

I did what I always do. Something unexpected, to keep them on their toes. “Easy off the cuffs. Sheeesh. I’m not gonna run, I swear.” 

The cop gave no reaction. He just continued his escort.

“I mean do you at least have another color? I don’t look good in silver. It doesn’t go well with my skin.”

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We reached a dark black car. 

“I’m more of a warm tone anyway.”

They took off my cuff. “Finally thanks for nothing.” and shoved me into the car, almost hitting my leg with the door as it swung shut “HEY!!”. I got up and placed myself on the empty row of seats. Across from me were two individuals. They seemed odd enough. They didn’t look like the type to get arrested. The girl looked too smart for it and the dude looked like he didn’t have the guts.

The two of them stared at me.

Time to break the silence, might as well speak first. “Not what you were expecting. Did you want me to be a little more boring? I would, but I have better things to do.” 

The dude smiled slightly. “My name's Hale. What's yours?”

“Nyx. Do you guys know why you're here? All I got was that I was arrested.” Lets see if they know more than me.

Both of them shook their heads. 

I signed. Now lets make some conversation. “Anyways. How long is this drive gonna be?”

“They don’t tell us anything.” Hale responded.

“Well then better make myself comfortable.” Time for chaos. The entertaining sort. I proceeded to lie on my seat all the way. “I don’t know about you, but I have like a one person play so I have to memorize Romeo's many monologues. If you wish, you may be my Juliet." I held out my hand to Hale.

The girl snorted. 

“Or would you like to be my Juliet?" I held out my other hand. 

Hale looked at the girl. “Ezryn I insist I would much rather watch this tale unfold.”

“All right.” The girl, Ezryn, responds. “Which act do you want to start with?”

“You chose.” I wasn’t  expecting her to bite. I pegged her as a quiet type.

“Act 3 scene 5. I’ll start. ‘Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark, that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. Nightly she sings on yond pomegranate tree. Believe me, love, it was the nightingale.’” She spoke quietly, controlled. She used a slight accent. 

“‘It was the lark, the herald of the morn, No nightingale. Look, love, what envious streaks do lace the severing clouds in yonder east. Night’s candles are burnt out, and jocund day Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain-tops. I must be gone and live, or stay and die.’” I recited with Bravatio. Utilizing a thick british accent along with overly exaggerated hand gestures. Earring a snort from Hale. If they like you they’ll trust you.

We finished out the scene. I grew tired. I couldn’t have slept for more than 5 hours last night. “I’m gonna take a quick snooze.” I closed my eyes and went to sleep thinking about some of the chaos I could start in the car. I woke up at what couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes later. I had a plan. A plan for chaos. It’ll be entertaining, sure, but more of the chaotic type.

I rose suddenly. “Ready for a bit of Chaos.”

Ezryn looked at me first, her eyebrow raised slightly. 

“Let’s not.” Hale spoke first.

“You haven’t even heard of my master plan.” I smirked. My goal was to cause as many inconveniences as possible for the guards, but nothing that would get us into too much trouble.

Ezryn smiled slightly, probably imagining the things I had in store. Hale just gave a definitive stare like that of a parent trying to control their children.

“We should just, you know, play a game?” I fluttered my eyes with a sweet innocent smile on my face.

“You too can but I’m out.” Ezeyn spoke with a wide smile on her face. “Please do it though. I can’t wait to watch.”

“Do what?” Hale looked between me and Ezryn trying to figure out what he missed.

Ezryn's eyes widened slightly and her smile faded. 

I changed the topic to save the girl from her obvious discomfort. “You know what, I’m gonna call you Ezi.” I directed the comment at Ezryn. I had been trying to figure out something fun to call her. 

“Alright.” Her smile returned, slightly smaller.

“Ok anyways, back to my master plan. We should play a game where we sing a song and stop, then the next person has to pick up another song with a lyric starting with the last word. Don’t worry, it gets worse. Until the next player can think up a lyric you have to hold out the word.” I was ready for pure chaotic distraction. This would only be annoying to the guards if they could hear us, but they probably could to ensure we weren't plotting to overthrow the government. “So do we wanna play.”

“Like I said I’m out” 

“This sounds like a bad idea.” Hale gave me a stern look, but he didn’t actually say no

“So you in or out?” I really hoped he was in.

“Out, but we could play another game.” Hale suggested. “We could play the alphabet game. Where you look outside of the windows and find words that start with the letter.” 

I can find a way to make it chaotic. “Alright lets play. Are we on the same team or survival of the fittest?”

“Team.” Hale answered.

At the same time Erzyn answered. “Survival of the fittest.”

“Rock paper scissors dual.” I yelled at the top of my lungs. I had one goal after all, to be as annoying as possible. Both of them shrugged and assumed the position. “Rock PAper SCIssors SHOOOT.” Hale played paper while Ezryn played rock. I grabbed Hale’s hand and held it in the air. “WINNER. Guess we're playing as a team.”

I put Hale’s had down, as I needed my hands to cup my mouth for dramatic affect. “ARE YOU READY KIDS?”

“Aye Aye captain.” Hale responded begrudgingly.

“I CAN”T HERE YOU!”

“AYE AYE Captain.” Hale yelled. Ezryn just watched, mildly confused.

“OK for real. The game starters In 3  2  1.” I started the game abruptly.

“All” Ezryn got the first word. Quickly followed by the second. “Buffet” then “Can”

I nominated myself as the sports announcer. “Ezi gives the team a good start with not one, not two, but three words right off the bat.”

“Desil.” Hale got the fourth.

“Hale makes a nice pick finally coming in with the fourth word.”

We continued this game as we got to a rural town. There were fewer buildings here. The letters found were getting fewer and farther between, but I made sure there wasn’t a moment of silence with my excellent announcing skills.

We stopped near a forest/woodsy area. Both Hale and Ezryn stopped looking around. I decided to break this silence, but not in a normal way. I stretched my legs going into a split covering the entire row of seats. Ezryn's eyes stayed fixed on the forest.

Hale however looked at me. “What are you doing?” 

“You know, just stretching. What do you think about doing something fun with the newcomer?” I gave one of my best wicked grins.

“Don’t do anything mean.” Hale crossed his arms.

“I would never. I prefer to be a menace to society, not to specific people. Thank you very much.” This was true. I acted silly as a way to make people laugh and sure the boring ones were going to be exasperated, but I tried to not offend people. The car door opened revealing a tall well built guy. I started my bit, crossing my arms and spoke in an over the top deep voice. “Well well well who do we have here?” 

Next chapter: The capture - Ronan

Hi so this is a continuation of sorts of my last chapter, so if you haven't read that it is linked below.

The Capture - Hale

About 2000 words

I would love advice/feedback

The Capture - Ezryn

 My name is Ezryn Vale. Ez comes from Hebrew roots meaning strength or help. Ryn can mean grace, song or light. Of these meanings I feel that I wish I was strong and I wish I could help. I am not light, however, I am able to shine light on information. I doubt my parents knew of my future when they assigned me my name. They probably wanted to continue in alphabetical order. I care about my name because information carries great sway. Information is the currency of life even if it is not acknowledged, and my gift grants me the ability to have almost infinite wealth. This story is one of fact, not fiction despite how it may appear.

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I was forced to go home early today. Well not early. The average person comes back to their house when school ends, so around four thirty pm. Sadly the library was closing early today. Instead of closing at seven pm they were closing at five pm. I barely got there in enough time to return and check out new books for this evening. I had ten minutes before it closed.

What I needed, a governance text book. I wanted a mystery, or psychology book. I went to the history section first. I needed the specific one for my governance class. I picked it out no problem. The librarian was near. She was one of the regulars. She almost always saw me reading an interesting book, nothing as dull as governance.

 Don’t get me wrong history can be interesting with the wars and military tactics, or the languages and discoveries. Governance though is only about law and order, and is of course a required class. Mainly we just learned about how the government agencies were good and doing all they can to protect society. It drives me up the walls. 

Anyway, I successfully grabbed the text book. With seven minutes left I went and looked at the new books. There were the interesting ones. I picked out one mystery novel and rushed to the checkout. The checkout was full of people. Must be because of the library closing early. After all, the majority of the people were angry at that. After a few minutes I reached the front of the line. Scanning my books in, then my card I was able to check out quickly. Stepping out of the line I swung my back pack around my shoulder and put the books in their pocket. After closing the pocket I pulled my headphones out.

As I stepped out of the library I pulled them on. The weight was a familiar comfort, nice to have against the cool wind and loud murmurs.

 I hate public spaces. They're always loud. No matter how much anyone tries to quiet it it is just noise apon noise apon noise. Silence was never going to happen. Especially with my murmurs. This is why I don’t play music. Why should I add my own sound to the stock pilling amount? It just grows and grows and grows until there is no room for my own thoughts. 

This is why I am currently speeding to my house, but not running. I’m walking just fast enough to be able to get to point a to point b as quick as possible, but not as quick as to attract attention. Doing so I managed to reach my house in seventeen minutes. This was one of my slower times, but due to the increase in foot traffic due to the time it was expected. 

I opened the door. I was unlocked as always. Why would anyone care about security when no one was home? I walked upstairs to our bedroom. My siblings and I shared two bedrooms. Four bunk beds with one of us having to sleep on the floor. Tonight was my night. I slid off my backpack and sat in the corner of the cramped room. I decided to get the dullest task of the day out of the way first. I cracked open the governance text book. 

I had only just started reading when the murmurs came in. They were coming in from downstairs. My dad was leaving again. He hoped that my mom would never find out about his little secret he was about to meet. Mom wished he stayed in the house more, but felt there's nothing she could do. 

I flipped the page. I skipped the majority of the introduction as it is both boring and useless.

Ashley and Benvolio were coming home. I could hear them approaching from the street outside. My siblings were all split up. None of them really like the house. I wasn’t supposed to hear them back so early, but by the sounds of it the party they were at got busted. The younger ones tend to pack their schedule with after school activities, or just keep busy until they have to come home.

I looked at the picture on the page. Carefully I fingered to the table of contents to see how long this chapter would be.

There was someone unfamiliar outside. His tone wasn’t that of my siblings, it was darker, gruffer. Uneasiness spread across my body. They were coming for someone. 

They were coming for one of the Vale children. Then I heard the name before they came to the door. I was already up.  I was prepared for it, that didn’t change the way they felt.

“Ezryn Vale. You’re under arrest." They grabbed my arms. The click of the cuffs was enough to make me flinch. I could feel the weight of my imprisonment in the heavy metal weighing down my arms. The cold of the metal mimicked his tone, cool and unfriendly. Now people have a reason to see me.

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They took me into a van. They took off the steel encircling my wrists and shoved me in.  It thumped. The sound rattled me to my core. I was thankful that they hadn’t taken off my headphones yet, as they were the only source of security I had while the car thumped, rattling my bones. I took in a deep breath attempting to get my bearings. 

I wasn’t the only one in the car. There was a boy with brown hair. His green eyes looked at me gently. I couldn’t tell if he was trying to get a read on me or what. He wasn’t thinking about himself. He was thinking about me. 

“My name is Hale, What's yours?” He spoke clearly, but not too loud. 

“Ezryn.” I spoke barely above a whisper.

“I like that name. What does it mean?”

I smiled. “It can mean a lot of things. Ez means strength or help. Where Ryn means light or courage.” An information dump. I walked right into that one. No one usually cared enough to ask. I got excited. I wasn’t that bad. Hale didn’t seem to mind. His murmurs said that he found me interesting. Doubt that will continue though.

Hale nodded at my headphones. “What music do you like?”

I shrugged. I could assume he is trying to categorize me as something in his head. He wasn't, he was just filling away the information that I don’t really like music. “What about you?”

“I don’t really listen to music, and when I do it’s normally because my younger sister wants to listen. Her favorite song is probably a tie between ‘Golden’, you know from that movie, and then the ‘Sofia the first’ theme song.” 

He is kinda like that one talkative dude in my math. Except he seems to want to learn about me. I decided to test him with another question. “What’s your family like?” This question tells a lot about a person as family determines a lot about their background and what they like. The only reason I don’t normally ask is because it is normally followed by a what about you.  

He smiled. The smile showed off the dimple on his left side. “I have two younger siblings. Teriasa is the youngest. She's six. Evan is my brother. He is ten. What about you?”

I sighed. “I have eight siblings.”

His eyes widened for a moment then he continued. “What are their names?”

“Ashley and Benvoilio are the oldest. They are only ten months apart and are in the same college. Next we have Claire short for Clarissa. She's a senior. After that there is Denver. He is a year older than me. Then, Felica and Gale are twins. They are both two years younger than me. Then there is Hayden who is in 8th grade. Last is Iggy who is 13.” 

“How old are you?” Hale had just learned about all of my siblings, and he decided to ask about me. Not about how that worked or why my parents did this but just about me. 

“I’m sixteen” I was starting to gain an understanding about his character. 

“Me too when were you born.”

“In February." I was born two days after Valentine's Day.

He didn’t wait for me to ask the question, he just returned with his answer. “I was born in November.”

“In 2010 or 2009” I asked a clarifying question as I knew of nothing else to say.

“o nine.” After a few moments of debate that Hale was having in his head. His curiosity won. He whispered his question. “Why are you here?”

“Becasue I was arrested” The answer was simple and expected, but obviously not what he was looking for. 

“Like what crime did you commit?" There was uncertainty in Hale’s voice.

I had been trying to figure that out too. What am I getting arrested for? It is customary for the arrester to provide information, but right now there was none. “I honestly don’t know.”

Hale looked in my eyes for a moment. He was obviously trying to see whether I’m lying or not before uttering one word. “Same.”

I felt as if some of the air had been cleared. The tension in the car had dissolved, or rather dissipated from this portion of the vehicle. It became more pointed at the front of the vehicle or rather the guards. I hadn’t tried to get a sense of them yet. I was more focused on the person in front of me, but I trusted him now. His thoughts revealed that he doesn’t seek to threaten. He was more confused than me. 

I turned my attention to the guards. I had been hearing a small amount of murmurs that I at the time had ignored, but seem more pertinent now. They seemed to be focussing on the next target, or the next stop. 

The vehicle began to slow coming to a stop at what appears to be a rich neighborhood. The houses were enormous. I couldn’t help but think that if I were to live here I could have my own room as there has to be more than 10 rooms in these houses. One guard exited the car leaving me and Hale with the other.

“Do you think this is our stop?” Hale whispered or more like mouthed not wanting the other guard to hear.

“Doubt it. Probably just another.” I responded.

“You mean like another prisoner.”

I nodded “Do you think they actually did something?” 

“Probably, because someone who lives here probably would never get framed.” 

“How so?”

Hale seemed confused at your question as if it was obvious. “They have enough money to hire lawyers and other stuff.”

“I mean we both didn’t get a chance to explain ourselves.” 

“True true” Hale nodded.

We could hear a voice screaming through the car door. The guard opened the door allowing for us to hear this newcomer say or rather scream. “Like I swear I’m a warm tone.” 

I knew this was going to be a long ride.

Thank you for reading

Hi, so this book has switching perspectives between the different characters (each character writes each chapter from their perspective).

A short summary of this book is that a group of teens who all have powers gets framed and put in juvey together. In juvey they are placed together in a special program created by the government.

The bellow is chapter #1

(For each character the first chapter starts with a side note)

Please read and give me advice.

The Capture: Hale

I’m Hale. I don’t really know what to do here exactly, so here I go. My full name is Hale Merrick. I am part of a family of five with a younger brother, Evan, and younger sister Terisa. My family was my only priority. They were the most important thing in my life. Without me they would crumble. My power is one that is designed to help, as am I. The power I have is one of which I can take peoples injuries, and hold them as my own. For 16 years I was the anchor to others. For 16 years I sank so others may float. This is the tale of how I was finally able to surface.

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My phone started ringing as I was on my way to work. I picked up my phone 

“Hale. Did you make dinner before you left?”

“Yes mom. It is in the fridge. The one for you and Evan is in the container with the red lid. Lily’s is the one with the green lid. I used gluten free pasta for hers.” 

“Ok. Thanks again for picking up the extra shifts at work. I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Of course.” I stopped outside the gas station that I worked at. “Is there anything else you need?”

“No, we're good. Bye” She hung up.

I entered the nearly empty building. As per usual I was the only one working today. I clocked in and stood behind the register. 

A little boy looked up at me with a little gap tooth smile. “Can I get this please?” He put a bag of chips and a lollipop on the counter. 

“Yeah, it’ll be 3.25” I smiled, then noticed his worn clothes, and the two dollar bills in his hand. “My bad I forgot the discount, it’s only 2 dollars today. Don’t tell anyone bud.”

“Thank you.” The boy joyfully skipped out with his prize in hand. I smiled as I took a dollar and a quarter out of my wallet to place inside the register. Today was a slow day as usual, so I stepped out from behind the counter to help straighten out the shelves. 

I suddenly heard people bustling outside. Probably just a family on a road trip. 

“Hale Merrick. We’re here for you.” An armed police officer entered the shop.

“That is me sir. What would you like?” I didn’t recognize this man.

“I would like for you to come with us. Hale Marrick you’re under arrest.” He brought out handcuffs.

I stepped out from behind the counter. “This must be a mistake.” 

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 The police officer took me to a black car. There were two guards sitting in the front. 

One got out. “We got it from here.” He grabbed my cuffs. The police officer walked away. He pushed me into the car and took off my cuffs. “Don’t try any funny business.”

 They started driving before I properly got into my seat. The seating was strange. There were 2 rows of three facing each other. The guard took his seat at the front of the car. After driving for an hour or two we stopped in a neighborhood. One guard walked out. He returned with a person wearing headphones and baggy clothes. She looked about my age. Her eyes darted around the car. It was clear she wasn’t a fan of this treatment as well. They gave her a similar treatment removing her cuffs and shoving her in.

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