xxxix. Help

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{CHAPTER THIRTY NINE}

─HELP─

❝Help Me❞

❝Help Me❞

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JACK MINDLESS SCRIBBLE HIS CRAYON UP AND DOWN THE PAPER

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JACK MINDLESS SCRIBBLE HIS CRAYON UP AND DOWN THE PAPER.

The fluorescent lights were the only sound that he could hear. The constant humming slowly drives the young boy insane. He felt a pair of eyes that seemed to burn a hole in the back of his head. Earlier in the day, Jack and the other kids were in the rainbow room, just hanging out until 002, 003, 004 and 005 decided to pick on a young girl, Eleven. The blonde didn’t want to step in, but felt bad as they teased and picked on her. 

But they crossed the line once one of them used their abilities to shove Eleven aside. Jack watched as the group laughed while Eleven was on the verge of crying. He glanced over at the guards, who were standing near the door, and seemed to not mind the torment. So, Jack let out a long sigh before focusing his attention on the red puck from one of the games and within blink of an eye, the puck went full speed to 002’s face then bounced off and hit the other three. 

The four cried out in pain as they grip their bloody noses in pain. Eleven jumped back, surprised, then her eyes landed on the blonde. She rushed her way over to him, practically hiding behind Jack. 002 wipes away blood streams as he notices the golden pair eyes glaring at him. 

“What did you do?” 002 yells in his broken english. Jack simply turned away and went into his arts and crafts. The four bullies march up towards the boy, glaring daggers at him. “What did you do?” he yells again, Jack continues to ignore them and continues drawing. Until 002 snatch the paper out of the boy’s hands and show his friends. “What is this?” The drawing contained a poorly drawn man with a big dark brown hat and was wearing light brown shirt and pants. On his shirt, there is a crappily drawn golden badge. And behind him was a brown police truck with active red and blue sirens on top. 

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