Web Of Lies

Chapter 2

I kind of wrote this out a bit faster than I initially thought so here you go I guess.
Hope you enjoy!

"Just give me a second, it's probably my editor." William sighed, unhappy about the sudden interruption. He left the table, the chair screeched against the wooden floor when he did so. Taking one last glance at John, he made a mental note to continue the conversation after sorting out the situation at the front. Whatever happened at those readjustment classes surely wasn't good.

Arriving at the front door, he thought that he told his editor that they would meet later on in the day. Maybe there was a misunderstanding. Hearing the clicks of the locks unlocking, he twisted and pulled the knob to reveal two Authority agents. Well, it definitely wasn't his editor.

"Hello. Are you William Doe?" A pink haired man with a stoic expression asked.
He nodded, brushing aside a strand of hair that was sitting on his forehead and questioned, "And who might you be?"

"I'm Keon and the one next to me is Andrew, we are here to investigate a matter for the Authorities." He said. Both of them took out their identification cards, holding them out to him. Keon...why does that sound so familiar?

"Alright, may I help you with anything?" He asked, after checking their cards. Curious as to why the Authorities had come here personally.

"Well it has been brought to our attention that John Doe, your son, has been recently put on an indefinite suspension from Wellston High School for disobedience and excessive violence. And because of his repeated bad behavior we seem to have deduced that a crippled caretaker isn't suited for a god tier like John. So, we are going to have to take you and your son into custody to figure out the best option for his future." Keon smiled, while Andrew shuffled closer to the door, pulling off something attached to his belt. "Please cooperate with us so that we can make this as easy as possible."

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"You can't do this!" Dad yelled abruptly, the sound of something slamming against the wall soon followed. Someone's ability had just been activated. What the hell is happening? Jumping to his feet, he rushed himself to the front door.

And there in the hallway was a brown haired Authority agent pinning dad to the ground. His eyes glowed a bright red, as he started cuffing Dad.
"What the hell." He mumbled under my breath. Why are the Authorities here? What are they doing to Dad?
"John, long time no see." He froze, chills running down his spine as he registered the voice. Why was he here?
Looking up, he met Keons' eyes, his gaze piercing through him. He quickly pinned his eyes down to his feet, thoughts buzzing.
What is he doing here? Why are the Authorities here? What happened? Why are they cuffing Dad? Did Dad do something wrong? No, that's not possible. Right? Otherwise he would have told me.

Then why are they here? Think, think, think. Why would they be here? If they're not here for Dad, are they here for him? Is he going back to those classes? No, they would have sent an email, not come here personally.

Something grasped his wrist roughly, pulling him out of his thoughts. Panic erupted through his body, as he yelped in surprise. He tried squirming away, but the grip just tightened in response. After some continued struggle, the hand started to pull him along.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.
Let go.

"LET GO!" Erupted from him. A wave of energy pulsated through him as he pulled his hand free. His body screamed for him to run. To get out.
The same hand previously containing him latched onto his arm, he instantly broke free, his new found strength startling him.
He needed to get out!
Looking around the hallway, he saw the front door wide open. There was his route to safety. Putting as much strength into his feet, he dashed to the exit.

And that's when a flicker of unbearable pain flashed through the left side of his rib cage, flinging him to the wall. The wall broke on impact, as he had the wind knocked out of him. Pain sprouted in his head, and his ribs felt like they were on fire. He wanted to scream in pain, but he couldn't breathe. It felt like something was crushing him. Pushing, he tried to get out. But it felt like all his previous strength just dissipated in a flash. Squirming, pushing, he opened his mouth, trying to scream for help. At least, that is what he thought he was doing, the high pitch shrilling in his ears seemed to dominate his hearing.

That's when the weight was instantly lifted off his chest, he greedily gulped the air around him. Hands grabbed and lifted him up, he felt hot thick liquid run down his face as that happened. His head felt like someone was continuously pounding it with a metal hammer. Focusing his eyes up, he saw a brown haired Authority agent. He seemed to be saying something to him, but he didn't understand anything because of the continued buzzing in his ears.

The next few moments seemed to pass bye in a blur. He found himself in what seemed to be an ambulance, the person next to him had shoved an ice pack onto his head. The cold instantly made him more aware of his surroundings. That's when the noise rushed back in.

"-ir!Sir! Sir! Are you with me?" Someone seemed to be tapping him. Looking up, he was met with a lady dressed in blue, her ability active. The sound of the ambulance sirens blasted through his ears, as he laid there in complete confusion.

Seeming to understand he was responsive, she continued, "We are transporting you to the hospital to confirm all the injuries you have sustained. May I ask what your name is?"
Giving himself a second to absorb all the information, he answered, "John."
"Alright, how do you feel? Does anything other than your head hurt?" She questioned, a wave of calmness washed over him when he met her glowing eyes.
"Um, well the left side of my chest is feeling this immense pressure." He replied, the pain starting to become more evident every second.
"May you lift up your shirt, so I may take a look?" She asked calmly. He did as she said, looking down to see the area completely swollen and bruised. What the heck! How did that happen?

After some poking and prodding, she took off her gloves and put on some new ones. Sighing, she took out a box full of medical equipment. Her hands worked meticulously as she took a glass bottle and poured the liquid inside of a green whistle. Her eyes glowed a light blue, making him wonder what her ability was, since it had been active throughout their whole conversation.

"Please put your mouth on the end of this whistle, and breathe in and out through your mouth. This will help with the pain." She explained plainly, I nodded, taking the whistle from her hand.