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It was strange, at first. I remember I was in that stupid basement, watching Finn kill the grabber. It brought me joy, watching his neck snap. I was proud of Finn. Finally being able to protect himself—Everyone left one by one. First it was Griffen.

He cried, Alot. I didn't think he would be able to do that with his broken neck. His Grandmother came for him. Her arms wide inviting him into a hug. It was sweet. He smiled and said goodbye. I responded with a wave. It kinda creeped me out, the smile. I didn't go right with the bloody neck. But it's okay, I don't mind it. I didn't see him after that

Next was Billy. I was just guessing by now we were going in order by who was kidnapped. His dog came for him. He called her name while he smiled.

“Betsy, come here girl!” He called.

His grin was big and wide. I watched as his dog, Betsy ran towards him barking and panting. He didn't say goodbye, but he looked like he wanted to though. I didn't see him again after that.

Next was Vance. His best friend came for him. I honestly didn't think he had friends given to his violence, she? They? I'm going with them. 

They were tall, if I had to guess about passing 6 '4 which was a hell of height. They had big, curly hair. It looked fluffy and soft. It was long and it covered their eyes. 

They were wearing a black tank top, with a red jacket draped over, baggy jeans and dirty white converse. They smiled big and wide. Reaching their left hand out for a shake. I noticed they had black fingerless gloves. 

“Come here, you little fucker.” They said, smirking broadly. As soon as Vance went to shake the hand, they pulled him into a hug. I didn't see him after that.

After that it was Bruce. I liked Bruce, he was kind and caring, I would've never thought this would happen to him. I remember Vance told me he cried the whole time he was here. 

It made me sad thinking about it, It broke my heart. Bruce's feelings spread to other people. He's an easy person to talk to— I didn't realize someone came for Bruce. I don't think he noticed at first either.

I was surprised. It was a little girl holding a dog on a leash. I watched from afar as he fell to the floor and sobbed. The little girl slowly walked closer with the small dog. 

She gave him a tight hug. As he left, I heard a faint. "Amy…" he cried it out. It broke through the sobbing and sniffles. 

He was gone after that. Next it was me. I didn't know what to do. I knew someone came for them. I don't know how. I don't know when, or how long. I just know they came.

So I waited, I looked around a few times, just to see, Nothing. So I waited some more. I waited, and waited, and waited. I didn't get it. How come someone came for them, but not for me? 

Just as that thought came. It soon left. I knew he came for me. I felt the tears rush down my face. I stumbled and ran. Right into the arms of the big, broad and strong man. I cried, for him , for me.  

“ Te extrañé papá .”

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The sound echoed through the room. I did it, I could rest, and so would everyone else. I scurried away from the body. I stared down at the ugly mask— It gave me so much pain. I could still feel his neck in my hands. Like it was a phantom.

The drying blood under my fingers, and the dirt stained onto my face, I could still feel his hands. Roaming, grabbing, taking. When there's nothing to give. The feeling of his hands on me, made me feel uncomfortable, I just wanted to burn my skin off to stop the feeling.

I started to watch the blood slowly oozed and leaked out his neck, while it gushed out his mouth. I noticed his bone was sticking all the way out his skin. It was a disturbingly peaceful sight to see. 

Usually, I hated blood and violence in general. But I don't mind it now, I see and know the need for it. I guess violence can be an answer. If you use it correctly, I wonder what Robin's doing. Maybe he already passed on, moved away. I finished what I needed to do to let them rest. I hope it works.

I started walking away from the body, and to the stairs. I listened as my feet thumped and hit the ground repeatedly. I stopped at the entrance. I stared at the stairs going up. 

It made me think of Griffin, how many times did he try to leave before getting beat. It made me think of Billy. How he got knocked down the stairs after he got beat. It made me think of Bruce, Vance, and Robin. How they tried to fight back, how much they cried, or if they even cried at all. 

I slowly walked up the stairs. I tried not to look or stare at the dead body right next to the ground. Once reaching the top I walked slowly and surely out the basement and into the house. I looked around. Remembering the pain, and suffering I had, what they had. 

I made my way to the door, my breath picking up slightly, causing me to hitch. I put the code into the bike lock, everything felt like it was moving in slow-mo to capture the movements. Moving the storm door out of the way, I started to open the screen door, and as soon as I did the dog came rushing out.

I smiled softly. I had a sad smile, but a smile anyway. The dog had freedom now as well. I would want freedom from a terrible owner too. I looked forward, I stared blankly watching the police rush over to me and run inside the house.

"Basement." Was all I said. The detective, Miller, his badge read, patted my shoulder and called medical assistance to look me over. They gave me a blanket and told me to sit in the ambulance.

I watched as my Father— no, Terrance came towards me. I watched as he fell to his knees, and said sorry, repeatedly. I watched with a blank face. I only stared at him. I could tell that I wasn't showing any emotional responses, based on how my face feels. I don't feel a smile or a frown, my eyebrows feel the same when I'm asleep. My eyes don't move.

It was pitiful, watching a grown man cry over something he chose to do, for years and to wait for something bad to happen to come to a realization. I didn't feel remorse, or sorrow, not even guilt. This was his fault, and he knew it as well.

I always wondered what life without Robin would be like, I always wished that, it would never come true. That he would leave, or move. I didn't expect him to die. I thought he was stronger than that, I knew he was stronger than that. I wouldn't be surprised if he got killed in his sleep. The Grabber said he only lasted a day.

It depressed me to learn that, he explained why. Robin had been fighting every time he came down, it angered him. So he waited until Robin went to sleep before striking. He gave me details on what he did. I feel like vomiting just thinking about it.

I fell asleep, Gwen fell asleep earlier on my shoulder. I could feel the van moving. I was laying on a bed. I could hear the police sirens in the background following after. I dozed off, and everything went black. I didn't hear anything after that. 

The black faded into white, it was bright, and it blinded my eyes, leaving highlighted spots in my sight. I saw a beautiful woman standing in front of me. She had Dirty blonde hair, and she was wearing a black and white dress, like a suit. A black funeral veil covered her face and her hair reached her waist. 

“My Baby…” she exclaimed. Was I dead? I haven't seen her since I was five. I still can't get that memory out of my head. The gushing blood, the glazed eyes. The blood splashed everywhere. I remember her head fell off when they moved her.

“Mamá?" I heard the accent in my voice. I picked it up from Robin, she laughed softly and looked at me with unconditional love and care.

“Oh, my baby. You're so Brave.” she cried. I watched as she reached out to cup my cheek, tears streaming down her face. 

“So, so brave…” she muttered. I still heard her, I don't think I would've If I was farther away. I felt tears rush down my face. I didn't even realize it, I reached up to touch my cheek, feeling the wetness on my finger.

I sobbed quietly into her arms, my voice quickly coming dry, she would mutter calming words to me to stop the crying.

“Sweetheart? You know how I'm blessed, and how special I am?” More like blessed so you'll kill yourself. But sure. 

“Ye–yeah.” I stuttered out. I didn't like stuttering. It made me feel wimpy. But, I guess I've always been wimpy haven't I? 

“Well, we blessed people get a say on what goes on in life, and I'm giving my say to you.” she explained, I could ask her what she meant, but I didn't need to. I know what she was saying. It was easy to tell.

“I can..save the boy's?” she nodded her head. I cried in relief, wow! alot of crying today. Well, err. Whatever this is. 

“I'm using my say now, I love you Finney.” she told me. Her voice faded with each word. The white turned to black and once again, I lost consciousness. 

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I woke up, breathing heavily, my vision was blurry and cross eyed. I panted and tried to clear my vision. I shook my head and ran my hand through my hair, sweat dripping down my forehead. 

A surge of anger filled me, I started ripping things off the wall, I clawed and ripped my space posters, I flipped my desk and punched a hole in my wall. I threw my books at my window and threw all my clothes on the floor. 

I was so blinded by my anger, I didn't notice the fearful stare my sister gave me as she watched me destroy my room.  

I panted harder, until I was breathing loud and heavy. I looked around my room and slid down the wall and cried. I cried so hard, I was scared my voice was going to break with all the sobbing. 

My throat was dry and my breath slowed. Hiccups and sniffles could be heard in the loud silence. I rubbed my nose and looked around at my ruined room. My messy bed, the fist shaped holes in my walls, my clothes scattered around my room, broken glass from my window. 

I sniffled and got up, only to cry. I sat and scooted back on my bed. I cried into my knees. 

"Finney?...." My sister called out, she sounded worried. Did she see me break down? Please tell me she didn't. I watched her approach me carefully. 

"I called Robin. He's coming on his way." She continued. I watch her sit next to me. It gave me comfort. 

"Thank you, Gwen." I said in-between sniffles and cry's. Tears dragged down my face silently. My cheeks stained red and my throat hurts.  

I hear a soft knock in my window, Gwen gets up to answer it and Robin comes in. He takes notice of the room but rushes forward towards me.

"Hey Finn, are you okay? What's wrong?" He asked. He climbed on the bed and snuggled up to my side like when we were kids. 

He used his thumb to wipe my tears before hugging me closer. Gwen had fallen asleep right next to me. Her head resting on my thighs. 

"Finn?" He asked. I cried harder and my throat felt like the Sahara desert, it was so dry and it croaked when I tried to speak. 

"Ni—Night–Nightmare." I didn't want to tell him the truth just yet. I needed to come up with a plan first. My dad was obviously not here, he would've beaten my ass the moment he heard the noise. 

I watched as Robin leaned on me. It was obvious on Robin's face that he didn't believe me, but he didn't push. He hugged me tightly and fell asleep with his head in the crook of my neck.

My face grew hot, I thought it was crying but I knew the real reason. I've had a crush on Robin since we met in the 2nd grade. I remember coming home and telling My Older Brother about it. I also think that was the same day he told me he had a crush on Bruce. It reminds me of the time Ink used to visit.

I wonder where they are now.  

My body felt weak and heavy eyes drooped and the exhaustion from all the tears and sobs catching up to me, I fell asleep in a hug with my sister and crush bestfriend. 

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Oh how I missed my best friend. Robin started to snore. It wasn't too loud but it made it easier to fall asleep. Losing consciousness I smile softly to myself. Drifting off to the land of sleep.

I woke up to something on my side. I turned my head to see Robin, snoring softly on my thigh, his hair was messed up, and he was slightly drooling from the corner of his mouth.

I didn't see Gwen anywhere, I'm guessing she went back to her room.

I slightly shifted, and waited for him to wake up.

“Finn?” I jumped, I didn't expect him to wake up so soon. I snapped my head towards him and said the first thought that came to my mind.

“You drool in your sleep.” I blurted out nervously. I can't believe I just randomly said that. My face grew hot and I buried my face in my hands. I heard a soft laugh. 

I slowly pulled my head out of my hands. Robin was laughing, his head facing down, his hair making a window of his face like a curtain. I stared and my face grew hotter than it already was. He lifted his head and stared at me. His lips looks so soft, and he look amazing, he was so pretty— 

WOAHHHH THERE BUDDY. WHERE DID THAT COME FROM???? 

I shook my head and smiled softly at Robin. I looked at the clock, it read 6:39am. 

Shit.  

“Uhh, Robin?” I turned to face him.

“Yeah, Finn?” He answered. He gave me his full attention, he started at me with his beautiful doe brown eyes, his skin was a perfect tan–

Finney, stop being gay for one second.

I shake my head again.

“Don't we have school?” I ask, his eyes widen and he jumps up, he says a few words under his breath in Spanish, and judging on how he said it. He was definitely cussing. 

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The Police have been working on this Unknown Case for a while. They have been searching in the database, and looking through each file. Just for any information. But it seems nothing's working, they won't give up hope. 

Detective Miller has been going over the same File over and over again. He can't believe how little they have on them. He doesn't understand, they just came out of thin air. 

He wonders what's their real name, there's no way someone would name their child, Ink. Ink like a Pen's ink. It just didn't make sense. How they’re seemingly are way too aggressive and dangerous for a child.

It didn't make sense. 

He reread the file again, going over the information. 

Ink Scott

Name: Ink Scott(?)

 had a different one, so to say. But when questions are asked, doesn't reveal and instead gets angry.

Note: Possible Anger Issues.

See Session Tapes.

Bio Gender: (F)

Birthdate: (?)

Age: 15

DL : 8/10

Proceed with caution. No child shall be on such a high level, observe from afar and request backup if needed. Watch out for signs of aggression. 

Don't Avegrate, bother, or make fun of, unless you want a broken arm. Agent Smith was out for 3 months.

Note : Possible Anger Issues, Aggression

See Session tapes

Nationality: Mixed, half Portuguese and Half African-American.

Hobbies: Skating, Sports(?), Music

Ink is often seen doing one of these things, Mainly Skating while listening to music, of any kind. Swimming and Basketball are seen the most.

See Session tapes

Note: More Observation Needed, Watch from afar. Calm(?)

Appearance: Athletic, Tall.

Broad Muscles, Scars can be seen everywhere on Arms, Legs, Neck, Face, and Torso. Dark, Curly, Fluffy(?)Long, Big Hair covers eyes and upper part of nose, Mostly seen in baggy, grunge clothes. Afar appears to be 6 '5, up close goes up to 7'0 feet tall. 

Notes: Hawk sight.

Sexuality: Bisexual

No comments.

Bio Maternal : Unknown

Bio Paternal : Unknown 

(Fos) Maternal : Brooklyn Scott

(Fos) Paternal : Prince Scott

Family : Sunny Scott(File 12), K.C Scott(File 15) 

See Session Tapes

Notes: Ink Scott is often seen with Vance Vixen Micheal Hopper.(See file 17 for more.)Signs of aggression are always shown by them(Possible Anger Issues?) Expressed Frustration with other people, almost always seen together, Ink has High Stamina, and Strength, seemingly hates adults and will throw a punch at any time.(Approach with Caution. Watch like a ticking time bomb that's about to explode.) Leveled Threat.

Important Notes: Anger Issues, Height, Music

Music seems to Calm them down the most, (Self- Music Therapy?) Use at all times when in contact.

He just didn't get it. How could a child be so dangerous for police to take caution of. After his transfer from Fort Worth, he was told to solve this or gain more information about this kid. It doesn't make sense, how dangerous is this kid really?

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I bashed his head into the wall and watched as he fell bloody on the floor. This was the fifth time someone messed with me, I'm so sick of it. I have a runny nose, I haven't seen Vance all fucking day or Oscar, and it's getting on my fucking nerves.

I watched as the blood covered my hands, this bitch thought he could take me head on, fucking idiot. I glared at his body, looking over his body quickly. I'm pretty sure someone called the cops, judging by the wailing sirens in the background. 

He has bruises scattered on his face, his leg is broken and his arm is bending in a weird angle, the back of his head is bleeding, his mouth is bleeding, his eyes looked swollen shut, and his hair was matted with blood.

Fucking weakling.

I walked out of the alley, my hands stuffed in my pockets as I made my way down the road. I passed by these to freshmans, one of them was scrawny and skinny, his skin was pale, and he was wearing a black nasa hoodie and tan cargo pants, his hair was a dirty blond, and he had red converse on. 

The one next to him had a bronze tan, and he was wearing a white muscle shirt, with wide light blue jeans, a black Mexican belt, and a bandana wrapped around between his forehead and Hairline, his hair reached his shoulders and curled.  

I watched as the two conversed and walked down the sidewalk towards the school. I scowled and kept walking in the opposite direction. That was until I saw the police cars making their way towards the alley I was just in. I kept walking with my head down low, avoiding looking at the cars. 

I took out my headphones and plugged them in my phone, playing my playlist. I started to vibe to the music and I continued my walk towards the Grab n’ Go.  

Maybe I'll find Vance there, Maybe not. All I know is that I can really go for a Sprite and Snickers bar right now. I don't care about school, Mrs. Morgan can kiss my fucking ass for all I give a fuck.

The way to Grab n’ Go is silent besides the music blasting in my ears. My feet thump in a repeated rhythm I remember. My hood covering my head, the wind pressing my shorts to my legs, only to create space once more. 

I walk into the Grab n’ Go and grab my snacks, paying the underpaid worker who looked about ready to leave. I glance at the untouched Pinball machine and leave, not before leaving a bag of quarters there for the next player(Vance only really.) 

I tear off a piece of my Snickers bar and pop it in my mouth with a reese's cup. I stop at McDonald's and Wendy's for a Chocolate Frosty and an Oreo McFlurry. I combined the two, and calmly ate the sweet treat on my way to school(Even if I'm late.) 

I didn't see the need for school. Most of the things they have are done in that shithole, we don't really need.(Like Algebra, Calculus, or Geometry, Sometimes history. shit like that.) No one wants to learn about what exact second John Adams wiped his asshole. 

Hopefully, I find Vance or Oscar somewhere, but knowing Vance he's probably with his pretty boy Bruce Yamada, flirting with him until he drops dead.

Oscar's birthday is coming up, I need to get him those comic books he wanted. He had gushed about them the other day, and his voice is just so adorable and his face was so bright I just wanted to—

Woah, woah. Where are these thoughts coming from?

Anyway, I'm going to get him those Batman comics he wanted(Maybe I can get the rest of the Nightwing comics to finish my collection, so I can start on the Red Hood comic series.) He has all the Batman comics except the first six, I have all the Nightwing comics except the last nine, I'm only half way with the Red Hood Comics.

Enough about comics though. 

I walk up the steps and throw away my empty shake. I walk into the school and stalk the halls. I had just missed second period, there was only ten minutes left, so there's no need for me to go. I leaned against the wall of Oscar’s class, planning to surprise him. 

The bell rang loudly and I watched as students came and filled the halls, only hushing and whispering when they saw me. I waited for Oscar to come out, I saw the two from earlier walk out and stare at me as they passed. 

It was lunch period now, and I was planning on asking Oscar and Vance if they wanted to get something to eat outside the campus. I heard a voice, I snapped my head towards it.

“Hey, amore.” Oscar said softly to me.

My gaze softened, and my face relaxed. 

“Hey, O. I was wondering if you wanted to eat off campus?” I say nicely, I was hoping he would say yes, I towered over him at 6’6, while he was only 6 ’0.  

“Yeah, sure. Is Vance coming?” He asked, as we were walking down the halls at this point, I ignored the people avoiding my path, or hugging against the lockers in fear. I just focused on the beautiful, sweet man in front of me. 

“I don't know, I haven't seen him today.” It's true, I haven't. He wasn't at the Pinball Machine this morning, nor was he passing by when I was bashing Jason Carter's Head in, or when I walked past his usual Hiding place where he used to smoke. 

That was until I saw a crowd, in a circle surrounding someone. I guess it was a fight, judging by the chants. 

“Move.” My voices boomed through the crowd, and like I said, they moved. I grasped Oscar's hand gently, and pulled him with me as I made my way towards the fight, and no surprise it was Vance and Moose.

“What happened?” I asked the kid next to me, he looked like he just pissed his pants, and witnessed a murder.

“U–U-uh, i-i-I j-just g-got here. B-but I w-was -told that mo-moose said something a-about his mom.” He stuttered a lot. I wonder why? Whatever. It was blindly obvious that Vance was a Mama's boy. And to be frankly, if you met his mother, you would be too.  

I nod my head and let go of his shirt, Oscar is cheering Vance on, no surprise there either, Oscar may be sweet but he absolutely loves violence. It's absolutely insane how someone so sweet, can love something so vicious, and to be honest, it turned me on. 

I turn my head towards the fight, if I stared at Oscar too long people would notice and tease me about it. I watched as Vance threw Moose to the ground, it was hilarious to see, his face connected with Mooses repeatedly, blood pooled out his face and his eye was swollen and surrounded by purple. 

And then everyone scattered. Seems like someone from the student council called the Teachers, I grabbed Oscar and Vance and ran out the building. Lunch had just started for the A group. 

“We're going off campus to eat.” I told Vance, I turned to get a good look at him, he had a faint bruise on his cheek, and his knuckles were bruised and bleeding, I heard Moose had sharp teeth, this just proves it.

“If you want your boy toy to come with you better go get him.” I added after a minute or two. His face turned redder than a cherry.

“Shut up.” I watched him leave in the direction towards Bruce anyway, and he didn't deny. I mean obviously he didn't, it's so obvious they like each other it's sickening. Makes me want to barf. 

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It was nice outside, birds were cluttering and I could hear their wings flapping in the distance. I bumped my head to the music played quietly in my ears as I skated down the road to the Grab n’ Go. I could hear Vance shouting to slow my ass down, while Bruce rode his bike beside me, Oscar was already running ahead of us. 

“You’re just slow as hell, Vance!” I shouted behind me in the wind. I skated faster with the wind blowing in my hair, and ruffling my clothes. Bruce boasted with laughter and Oscar started showing off as he ran backwards. 

“Assholes!” He shouted back and he ran faster. Lazy ass, I mean don’t tell him I said that, because he will surely try to beat my ass. Because we decided to go to the Grab n’ Go for lunch and a little of 4th period, after school we planned to meet up at my favorite tree behind the school over the fence.(We even invited Vances boytoy, Bruce the Golden Boy of Denver.) 

But currently at the moment we’re racing to Grab n’ Go. I felt the innocent smirk on my face and rushed forward and—I jumped on top of the staircase rails and slid down before jumping off. I kicked my leg back and pushed forward with my foot. I was ahead of Oscar now. I looked back and noticed the wide smile blooming on his face, everything lit up and the world was more vibrant and colorful and my stomach was doing flips. Oscar may be pretty as hell, but that’s not stopping me from winning this goddamn race. I kicked my leg back again and pushed forward with my foot to make it go faster and I rushed down the road towards the grab n’ go. 

As soon as I reached the doors I jumped off my board and kicked up.

“Woohoo!!! take that you–filhos da putas!!” I shouted at them. My hands were in the air, my skateboard in one, and none in the other. Oscar came straight after me tackling me on the ground, I groaned as my head hit the concrete, I let out a oof as another body fell on top of Oscar, the curly frizzy blonde hair gave me a clue who it was. I noticed Bruce standing off to the side with his bike was chained to the bike rack. 

“Meu Deus, vocês são pesados pra caralho..gordos do caralho.” I groaned out, I stood up watching them fall effortlessly off me. I leaned back, listening to the loud pops and cracks coming from it. I opened my eyes, I didn’t even notice I closed them. I looked up– 

“So, are we going in or not?” I watched as a grin bloomed across Oscar’s face, he rushed off

I soon followed after, Yeah, I could get used to this.

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Yesterday was the type of day we're everything seemed normal, today not so much. Albert Shaw woke up with a start, his neck was sore and his eyes were wide. His dark brownish gray pupils looked around the room. He just had an amazing dream, one of cute boys talking and laughing. 

Oh! How he blushed at the thought of having them for himself. He was getting flustered thinking about it. The joy of the sight of them, he had already been watching the cute little boy that walks past his street after school, he was short and frail, and such a lonely child.

No friends to talk to, and his mother doesn't get home till late. He’ll be the company the boy needs, he'll take him away and then they little boy would be praising and worshiping him for taking him out of his loneliness. 

Aw, he could imagine it, it would be wonderful, amazing indeed. He kicked his feet off the bed and scrambled to get some pants on, he couldn't stop thinking about the boys, his boys. It must be a sign from God. He must have them. (But what if they're not? This is wrong, Albert.) 

He gathered his clothes, digging through his drawers for some socks. Once found, he rushed to the bathroom, not wanting to be late for work. Fifteen minutes later, he walks off and gets ready for the day. 

He just has to wait two more weeks, and that boy will be his. (This is sick Albert, this is wrong. He's only 13.) He cheerfully walked out the door, ignoring the voice in his head(The original ego) and skipping to his car. 

Before he saw this kid skating down his street, now normally he wouldn't be attracted to little…girls. But this one was, truly magnificent. Her hair was shining in the sun, bounceless curls formed a mullet down to her chest, he couldn't get a look at her eyes because of her hair, he just wanted to brush it behind her ears and look at her pretty face.(This is Nasty, sick.) 

Her pants were baggy, too baggy. They didn't show the curves or define her legs like he wanted. Although, he got a good look at her upper body, she wore a red short-sleeved cropped top, Caution: I don't care, in bold black letters, framed like a road sign. Her tan skin looked soft and smooth, she was athletic, it showed her abs and muscles shined in the morning sunlight.

The girl noticed him, and she skated faster. He saw her face form a snarl before she disappeared around the corner, What was that for? Does she not like me? She was a prize that he was going to win. 

He climbed in the car, adjusting his police uniform, he started up his car and rode down the driveway out to the road. 

His trainee was always working on this one case, the lost cause one, about the girl named Ink Scott, if that's her name.

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Yesterday was fun, I loved it. Skipping our last few classes to get lunch at Grab ‘n Go. When I got home, I quickly took off my shoes and ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I slammed open my door and instantly belly flipped on my bed. Bad Idea.

“Oof!—” I groaned, I had hit the head bed board and now my head hurts. Great, it didn't matter it was time for me to go to sleep.

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. Waiting for the darkness to lull me away into a deep slumber. Amazing news! It didn't work. I ended up, opening my eyes after seven minutes and walked downstairs.

“What am I going to do..?” I muttered to myself. I could go skating, or take a stroll. Yeah, I'll go skating around. Clear my head, get rid of this..this creepy feeling that someone is watching me. A shiver down my spine like dry ice slowly sliding down my back and taking my skin with it. 

I grabbed my skateboard, not bothering to change out of my pajamas. I took my headphones out of my pocket and connected them to my phone. I strutted out the door, locking it behind me and skated off into the night towards the large tree with the tire swing.

Something's wrong. Terribly wrong. I should listen to my gut. And it was as clear as the night sky. Something was off. I should turn around. I should go home. But instead, I kept going. (The van drives to the next street, unnoticed.) 

I pick up my skateboard as soon as I meet the grass, and slowly walk up the hill. The feeling grew worse. Something was warning me to run. I stopped walking and looked around. Just in time to see a man behind the tree, seemingly waiting. 

I dashed down the hill and set down my skateboard with a running start. I kept going, nonstop. He was waiting for me. He knew I was going to be there. How? It didn't make sense. Everything around me became a blur. The frown on his face made his face look devilish. He was upset, mad. I bought myself time by dashing before he could get in his van. But I don't know if that'll last. 

As soon as I got home I picked up my skateboard and rushed inside. Shutting and locking the door behind me. I went to bed straight away, after that. I couldn't bare to stay up and think about it any longer.

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Getting up felt like trying to pull up a lake. My head was pounding, the lights were too bright, staining my eyes with blurs in different colors. My limbs were numb, moving felt like static throughout my body. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I closed my blinds and curtains and dragged myself to my closet. 

The man's face was like a shadow in the dark, that frown haunting me in my nightmares. His eyes glowed from the pole light, it didn't help that I couldn't see his face, just made his eyes glow like a cat in the night. 

I grabbed my favorite red hoodie, a black sleeveless turtleneck and my favorite jorts with a spider web design, black socks and red tennis shoes. I quickly took a shower, I scrubbed my skin roughly just by the thought of that man, that thing staring at me.

I got out and stared at the mirror. I could imagine him staring at me as I dried off, as I got dressed, as I brushed my teeth, as I put on deodorant, as I let out my dog, as I fed him and took him outside, as I made breakfast, as I ate.

 I choose to ignore the figment of my imagination. I got vivid images from my mother. I enjoy horror movies, I truly do. My mother hated them because her brain made vivid, realistic images and experiences from it. I enjoyed it, she did not. But this time? I hated it, I wanted it to go away, I didn't want to live it, or see it, or even hear him.

I hated it and I wanted it to go away, I wanted it to go away more than my family's death haunting me. I wanted it gone. I grabbed my skateboard, and shrugged my backpack over my shoulder. I skated towards the school, it was broad daylight, the sun was out and it was warm with a gentle breeze. I turned up the volume when Things to do, by Alex G boomed in my headphones.

I skated in peace, listening to my music and ignoring those around me, I skated towards the school in peace. I came to a stop and picked up my board and walked towards the entrance, ignoring all the kids and chatter waiting for the doors to open. I stood in the corner where no one would notice me unless they were looking..

That was until a crowd formed. Loud, and booming. A fight, most likely. I walked closer, ignoring the fact that people's stares and those that backed away. It was obvious what was going on. In the middle of the ring of people. Was Robin Arellano, and Micheal “Moose” Johnson. This was the third time this month. Moose need to give it a break. 

I heard Oscar come up to me. “Hey, O.” I said with a soft smile. He gave me a smirk in return, it made my heart flutter and skip beats. I could kiss him senseless right now if I could.(Stop thinking about that, you have other things to address than a pretty boy.) 

I watched as Johnson got his ass kicked. It was hilarious, someone his size should be able to fight, but I guess not. Couldn't even stand a chance. Tsk. 

I watched as Arellano scanned the crowd, after rearranging Johnson's face. He seemed surprised I was watching. I gave him a smirk and a nod, before leaving with Oscar. 

Who knew? Hm.

—

Finney Blake was never a simple kid. He’s never been simple. When he was 5, he heard voices telling him things. They warned him. Whispering things like, ‘she's going to break soon’, ‘She can't take it anymore, beware.’ He never understood what they meant. It was frustrating, and irritating as hell. When he was 7, his older brother and mom left. With tears that were too overwhelming to try to remember. 

When he was nine, his step-mom died. Leaving him with his little sister he swore to always protect and a deadbeat dad he swears he'll kill one day. Terrance Gabriel Blake lost the title of his father when he hit him at the fresh age of ten. And one day? *Finney was going to get him back.* For every hit, and broken bottle that was thrown at him. For every tear wasted and every plea ignored. 

Finney Blake had a mission, a goal in life, if you will. One day, he was going to kill Terrance. And he was going to make it look like an accident. He can promise you that. One thing he couldn't stand? Seeing his loved ones cry. 

But now? Finney has two goals in life. Save the boys, and kill his so-called father. And this time? He wasn't going to screw up. He needed a plan, something set in stone. He grabs his notepad on his nearby desk. He sets a plan. He refuses to fail. Either he wins, or he dies trying.

He doesn't know how Ink dies, but he does know it's three weeks before all of them. Today is September 12th 2023. Ink disappears in three weeks, Griffin follows soon after. Then it's Billy a week after Griffin, so October 15th, then Bruce at the start of January, Vance after spring break, so April 1st. Then Robin, on April 30th, then me May 1st. Okay, I got this. 

As I walk in the hallways, I stumble into someone a few inches taller than me. Oh! It was Oscar, he gave me a warm smile and helped me up, and to his right was, Ink Scott!? Oh, I was fucked. Doomed, actually, utterly, completely, fucking hopeless. 

“Hey squirt. Long time no see, yeah? You know where ya brother is?” She says. God, I haven't seen Ink in years. Vance visits and checks in every so, But Ink hasn't really been around as much as I'd like. 

“U-uh, no. Uhm, no, I haven't seen him.” I managed to stutter out. God, I don't remember Ink being this scary, it's just Ink. I need to relax, deep breaths Finney. Deep breaths. 

“Bumma’ Tell me if ya see him, kay, squirt?” She tells me gruffly, before ruffling my hair. Oscar shoots me a nice smile and walks off with her. I blink. Okay? That was way less scary than I thought it would've been. My phone was constantly blowing up. What could those idiots want now? 

I unlock my phone, and look at the chat.

Immediately, I roll my eyes and type back.

——

Furry hackers 🤕 

Bandit- Finn, did you just talk to The Ink Scott!?

WetNoodle- WAHT!?!?

Paperslut- finney hiw r hou nawt dead?

Vulture- Srsly

Paperslut- finney andwe yhe phonde

Vulture- learn how to spell Billy, dam.

WetNoodle- Dam.

Bandit- Dam.

Paperslut- Dam.

Vulture- I will murder you all in your sleep. 😐

Bandit- Calm down, Jamal. Don't pull out the nine 🙄

WetNoodle- Y havent we heard from finn yet?

Bandit- ARGH ARF ARF BARK BARK ABEK WOOF

Bandit- Finn is mine

WetNoodle- Calm down u furry, I alr hav a man 😐

Bandit- Oh. 😅

FlightRisk- Wat da hec

Bandit- Finn!

WetNoodle- Pookie!

PaperSlut- Ginney!

Vulture- Hellspawn. 😐

Vulture- Ginney?

Bandit- Ginney?

WetNoodle- Ginney?

FlightRisk- Ginney?

PaperSlut- I meant Finney, damn. 🙄

Vulture- Surprise, Surprise, he can actually spell. 😦

WetNoodle- Surprise indeed.

Bandit- Finn, Why was Ink Scott talking to you!??? Without her fist???

FlightRisk- Oh! She wanted to know where my brother was. 

Bandit- You have a brother?

WetNoodle- What Robin Said 🤨

PaperSlut- ^

FlightRisk- Yeah, My older Brother Vance!

PaperSlut- 😨

PaperSlut- Your older brother is THE VANCE HOPPER?!!!!

Bandit- Finn ur not kidding right?

FlightRisk- im not joking?

WetNoodle- I'M DATING YOUR BROTHER?!!!!!

FlightRisk- Ur dating my brother? 🤨

Vulture- I thought we knew his brother was Vance?

PaperSlut- NO DA FUCK WE DIDN'T?!!!!! LIKE WHAT?

Bandit- Im little doomed, ¿Cómo se supone que me casaré contigo ahora, mi amor?

Bandit- Tienes dos lobos feroces que te protegen, dios mío.

WetNoodle- Ur such a simp.

Vulture- Sucks to suck, Robin.

FlightRisk- Wat he say?

Bandit- Nothin. 😁

—

Finney smiles and closes out his phone. He loves to pretend that he doesn't understand Spanish. He should

tell Rob, but god, he's just so sweet, and he loves how he sounds when he speaks. I hum. Time to head off for that hell camp I call my English class.

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Sooo, haiii? Im going to rewrite this, because i really don't like how a few chapters are, or have come out, and i really kinda don't wanna go back and edit, so im just going to redo the entire thing, Im not really liking this one. So, it'll be posted in a few weeks, not sure when, but it will. I just can't with this one.

Sorry! 😟