Let's All Just Blindfold The Poor, We Must Remind Them What's In Store

Children Of The Revolution

"Jack, what is going on with you?"

"Yeah, will you tell us where Crutchie is?"

"At least stop pacing"

"Guys give him some space."

Jack seethed through his teeth. Nothing could go right for very long could it? And now Crutchie was in the refuge. The horrible place that Jack told him miserable stories about, and he was now forced to live through it.

Elmer was right. He needed the boys to give him space. He couldn't think, he could barely breathe. And why would Davey leave like that? He had no idea about the true situation, and why was that reporter so adamant about taking Crutchie away? What did this all mean?

Jack sat on the edge of one of the beds. One deep breath. He needed to get Crutchie out of the refuge. Two deep breaths. He would need help. Maybe he could convince that reporter, or maybe even David. He definitely didn't just want to resolve this and see him again. A third deep breath. He would have to tell the boys about Crutchies power's. That would be hard. One last breath. He can do this. And if all goes right, he would have an army to break into the refuge with.

"Boys. c'mere'' he finally said, watching them scurry forward. "I gots... Somethin' to tell ya. Somethin' scary but... I hope youse'll still trust me."

The air was still. It was as if none of the boys were even breathing. "What's wrong Jack?" one of the younger ones said, a note of worry in his voice.

He gulped hard. "Crutchie was taken. To the refuge. Causa his... his talent. He.. he can control wind currents n such, and I think... I think Morris picked on 'im and.. And he was just trying to defend himself."

Jack didn't know why the tears were rolling down his face. He could feel the boys staring holes into him, but he couldn't speak anymore. He sounded like Francis, with all of the pauses and sorrow in his sentence.

Race spoke up finally, "What are we supposed to do?" he asked, but it wasn't upsetting or sarcastic. He sounded worried. Scared, even.

Jack wiped his face and stood up. "I'm gettin' him outta there. Whether theys likes it or not, I'm breakin in." He paused. "And I could use some help."

Race shot up. "I'll help."

There was a moment of silence. Whether they knew it or not, they all had powers too. And most of them knew it.

Finch stood up. "So if wes do this, and we succeed, then what? They'll just bust our heads!"

Romeo stood up next to him in agreement. "I mean, we'll all end up there when it's over, right?"

Jack shook his head and started to pace again. "No. That's not it. It'll be a message, just a start, I mean- come on boys we can't keep living like this!" He said, his voice sounding more desperate as he went on. "How many of your friends have been taken away? How many of you are living in fear of Snyder, and Pulitzer and his dogs at this very moment? We- even if this doesn't go well, someone needs to make a start."

It didn't take much longer than that for the rest of the boys to stand up. Their faces were painted with fear, but they looked determined. And happy. As if a huge weight is about to be lifted off of their shoulders.

Jack put his hands up in an attempt to quiet their rising voices. "Ok boys. Get to bed. We'll start tomorrow." he heard protests as he climbed out of the window, but knew that soon enough they would lay down, maybe chat for a bit, and then drift off to sleep.

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Kathrine was typing out her newest story quickly. Her hands moved at a pace that looked uncomfortable, but felt natural. What happened at the park only hours ago was more interesting than anything she'd ever seen.