Trapped [Discontinued]

°Prolouge°

@Writingisha
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How many years has it been? Oh yeah five. Five years is kinda a long time don't you think? I mean you can only lock people in jail for so long. My name is Boomer, yeah as weird as it may sound it is my name.

Why have I been in jail for the last five years? Very simple. I almost killed a lot of people.

Five years ago
It was fairly sunny that day, not to hot though. My older brother by few seconds I might add, was watching tv. People never found it possible for us to be related. Me being a blond, he's a red head. Anyway, the TV was blaring something on the news, nothing I found important.

Brick however, "Boomer! Move your lazy ass! I can't see!"

"It's all boring garbage anyway." I mutter moving beside the couch.

"Don't yell at him," a yawn entered the room.

This was my other older brother, Butch. Of course he had interesting features. Butch has raven hair that was longer than ours so he always wore it up. This was the rare time you would see him with it down. Butch was the palest out of all of us, like wow he hasn't ever seen the sun pale.

"Don't yell at him." Brick mocked his voice "Shut up! I wanna hear this!"

I looked over to the TV to see what has him so interested. It was a interview with the most annoying people I know. The Powerpuff Girls. I know your thinking, Boomer they're so cool and protect people. Well to criminals, they were just pest. There's only one way to deal with pest.

Squish them.

Little did I know, this was exactly Brick's plan. Instead of leaving like we always do on Fridays, we stayed at Mojo's house that night. I woke up the next morning and Brick was gone.

"Butch." I shook him lightly. "BUTCH."

"What?!" He groaned turning on his stomach

"Where's Brick?"

"I don't care." He rolled over

Brick didn't come back. He was gone the entire morning. Mid-afternoon, he's still not home. I turn on the TV and I see the entire downtown area in shambles. Lying unconscious in the middle of it, was Brick.

Me and Butch had never ran so fast before. People started grabbing hold of me and Butch trying to get to our fallen brother. Butch escapes but I couldn't. Grown men are holding me and shouting in my face. Some of them tries attacking me. I wasn't left with a choice but to attack them.

I looked over to Butch practically crying, Brick wasn't moving. They closed in on us, I was terrified and threatening them to stay back. I can't tell you what happened after that, I don't remember. To this day, I still don't know.

Next this I knew I was being charged with attempted murder and destruction of property. Brick has woken up a day before trial. He told us "Plead guilty."

No emotion in his face. He didn't look me in the eye or Butch. Of course for destruction of property we plead guilty. For attempted murder.

I plead guilty.

When they questioned me one what exactly I did. I told the truth "I don't know."

Just like that, we were sentenced and locked away. Butch didn't 'fit in' with the boys. Brick remained silent majority of the time. Me, I mostly got in fights and destroyed stuff.

So yeah, I was sent to jail trying to save my brothers. Really shows how forgiving the world is. I really wanted to give up on people by then, mostly I wanna wipe Townsville off the map.
Present day
"Here," the guard handed us each a plastic bag. They lead us in different directions. I was sent to a bathroom and was instructed to bathe and put on the clothes. After bathing, I walked out in the blue shirt and denim jeans they gave me. Once finished I met with my brothers wearing the same in their colors and a woman in a suit read off to us.

"The Rowdyruff boys sentence is up and your are free to leave. Being looked over by the mayor of New Townsville, your previous parent Mojo Jojo isn't fit to watch a child, let alone itself so custody is to the foster mother Nakamura Izumo."

"You boys may leave."

The ride was silent, very silent. I tried smiling but it was more forced. One reason was, I found out the day we were sentenced was on our birthday, today was our birthday. Officially, we are 18 years old.

The home we're sent to, it was just a huge apartment building. The moment we stepped inside a woman greeted us. She looked very young yet the lines by her lips spoke otherwise. Her short brown hair was pulled back and she smiled greatly. "My name is Nakamura Izumo, I'm your foster mother."

We didn't introduce ourselves so she took a lucky guess on who's who.

Our rooms were on the third floor. Each bedroom was the same, a bed, two dressers, and one bathroom. There was a bedspread and any belongings we previously owned.

Quiet, we haven't spoken to each other in three days. I break the silence as were sitting in Brick's room.

"What do we do now?"

Brick, still laying with his hat covering his face.

"Stay alive."