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  ~ TSEEEEEEEW~ TSEEEEEEEW~

  WHRRRRRR~

  The song motivated me to run after the truck even faster.

  Like my life depended on it.

  So fast that I didn’t realize that I ran pass the truck. Ramming the truck full...I stopped.

  “whoa!” I said.

  Did I just do that? “Amanda,did you see that?” I asked.

  Her voice betrayed her surprise.

  “how can I NOT see that?” she said.

  The truck was swiped clean in half from back to front clean.

  The driver was terrified... He tried to escape but fear got him to turn soft and faint.

  “another one done.” I said.

  The cop arrived and pulled their guns out.

  “its okay guys, I got him...” I said in a friendly tone.

  “put your hands in the air, kid!” one of the cops said.

  “Wait...”I thought “they are after me?”

  The cops just pointed their guns at me.

  All this time, I’ve been standing on the side where its good.

  But they decided to come after me.

  “guys! Please... I want to help!” I said.

  “I said put your hands up now!” one of the cops ordered.

  I lifted both of my hands to my head and lowered my head.

  “is this really necessary guys?” I asked as I moved towards them.

  “no exceptions, hero...” the cop in a brown coat said.

  I assume he is a detective.

  His presence scares me. The Detective is a good looking man.

  He is quite tall and he has a face of danger in his eyes. He wears a pair of brown long pants and a white shirt with a brown trench coat.

  He also wears black converse which is wired.

  Those wet brown trench coat have been through a lot with its owner, I’m sure. He looks like he is in his thirties.

  The detective had a hat to match the coat.

  I could see who he is.

  He looks like your typical Fair skinned American. On his lips,

  he pulled out the white stick on his mouth that turned out to be a strawberry lollipop. He put it back in his mouth and ordered one of the men to cuff me.

  “Alice, make a run for it!” Amanda said on the other line.

  One of the men marched forward. He began to hand cuff me. “that’s not going to be enough...” I pointed out.“oh I know.” he said with a smile. He walked slowly near me. Heavy breathing. His hat stroked towards my soaked hair and whispered “but there are some things you don’t know hero. Its probably best I tell you and your friend.” He stared up towards his right looking at the droid. Winking at it.

  This guy knows something.

  I wasn’t exactly into dark rooms. I’ve seen it in movies and shows.

  This is a place where there is a good cop and bad cop.

  My sense of Fear just built up like a sudden spike.

  I was terrified. The room is fully black.

  There was a gray table right in front of me while I sit on a gray chair.

  There is a huge reflection glass. I suppose there are other cops on the other side, observing as I’m being questioned.

  What if they call my mom?

  How should I explain to her about my “condition”?

  What if she calls these people that I heard about so much on TV?

  The people from The Lab! I heard of how they treat people like us...

  My heart began to pound even harder. No way I’m going to the Lab!

  They found out about where Amanda lives and has brought him to another room. Even after a few moments of calming down, I was still thinking about ending up in The Lab.

  The Detective came in with a cup of coffee and his coat on the arm.

  He took small steps marching in to his seat.

  Each step he took worries me.

  Just his footsteps makes you nervous.

  It’ll make you sweat all over the place.

  My costume is all grossed up from my sweat and the rain, they gave me a huge warm towel to dry off but I think I might need more. I mean this, is enough to warm me up till I’m all sweaty. From all this displeasure, I became super anxious.

  I’m shaking from my shoulders to my legs.

  The detective was just inches away from the table...

  As he got to his seat and sat down...his expression changed...

  I wasn’t buying his sudden change but he seemed honest about his expression.

  His pale skin glowed as the white light shone from above.

  The face is the most intimating part. his face is quite young. His dark brown hair well combed.

  “take it easy, Alice” the detective said.

  “my mom told me not to talk to strangers.” I replied.

  “yes and I am pretty sure she said not to go play with your powers too.” he reacted.

  “what do you want?” I asked.

  “Alice, there are forces that both you and I can’t control.” he said. “and you are one of them..” he began to lean on the chair.

  “I believe you know what they are called.” he said expecting me to know.

  “I don’t know...” I answered.

  The detective sighed in disappointment.

  “you will eventually.” he said after a brief time of a pause.

  “what makes you so sure?” I asked.

  “let me ask you a question, what happens if you lose Amanda?” he taunted.

  “if you lose Philip?” he taunted again.

  I was mad. How dare he use Amanda and Philip against me?

  “you don’t talk like a cop, cop.” I said quickly.

  “do you think this is a game?” he scoffed.

  Is he messing with me?

  “what are you trying to say?” I asked.

  “I am saying...” he paused to drink his coffee.

  “you little crusade is gonna come to an end.”

  “why?” I asked “I’m just getting started.” I scoffed.

  “they’ll come after you...” he added. “your best friend...her brother....they are all targets now.”

  His words spoke like a dagger to all parts of by body.

  It was an intense questioning session.

  “why are you telling me all this?” I asked sharply.

  “because you’ll need my help.” he said.

  “who are you exactly?” I asked.

  “someone who has seen all this happen.” he said that while looking straight into my soul.

  “someday, you’ll need me. You’ll need others...”

  “and what can you do?” I asked

  “Alice Dagger is it?” he suddenly changed the topic.

  “yeah” I paused. “who are you?” I asked again.

  I could feel someone behind me. My heart pounded harder. Its as if my heart could just jump out of my ribs. This room got me into a very nervous state. Its getting nerve-wrecking.

  The room turned cold.

  My heart raced faster and faster. This is not how I want to die!

  I did a quick turn. Nothing. I turned back. He’s gone!

  I scratched my long black straight hair, wondering where he went.

  The tables went missing, the chair was there but the table just disappeared.

  The room became a big

  “why?” a voice rang in my head. It was the detective.

  “why do you need to know my name?” the voice spoke.

  “I’ll put it simple, something really dark is coming this way to our City.

  You and your friends are all targets now. Be careful.”

  But his last words got my attention...

  “We’re all targets, Even you.” the voice faded.

  “What? Who is targeting us??” I asked the air.

  No answer... I panicked...where is he?

  I walked towards the door, trying to escape.

  The room is creeping me out. I don’t know why but I felt a cold shiver
of fear roll down my body.

  Is there really someone there? I thought to myself

  My muscles felt week, but I forced myself to be brave.

  My heart pounded hard. I tried to stay fearless. was it an optical illusion? No, it can't be. I thought. An optical illusion doesn't call your name. I warped my hands around my head and took a few breaths. In-out, in-out, in-out...

  Feeling a bit better, I walked to the door and opened the door.

  The door was unlocked. No one was ever here.

  “what the heck is going on?” Amanda said on the other side of the room.

  I peaked my head out. “Amanda?”

  “yeah.”Amanda said in confusion.

  The hall was a bright.

  It was painted in blue with waiting benches along with police signs.

  Amanda walked quickly towards me like as if something is chasing her.

  She’ll feel scared when she is in a closed tight spaced location.

  “Alice, what did the detective say?” Amanda asked as she tightly grab my arm.

  “nothing. But there is something the he said about us...” I said.

  “us?” Amanda was puzzled.

  His voice rang in my memories. I remembered every tone and every word he said. He did mean us.

  “that’s right...” I said. “US...”

  We left building, no guards, no body to hunt us down.

  “who was that?” Amanda asked.

  “I have no idea.” I replied.