Here We Go Again

14: Jacob... Or Is He?

I went on vacation this weekend to New York. I had no wifi or internet connected and did not check this app for five days. This (the picture) is what I came home to. I just want to say that you guys are the best people I've ever known and I want you to know that I read all your comments (even the stupid ones lol) and try to reply to a lot of them. I'm also super sorry I haven't updated in forever but I was on vacation at my cousin's so don't be mad.

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When Peter woke up, he saw Jacob sitting against the wall, watching him. It was strange, sure, but harmless overall. Jacob saw he was awake and smiled.

"Hey kid." His voice was soft and Peter started getting confused. This was the nicest Jacob had sounded since he got there, and this was not normal at all. "We need to go." Were they going to let him out? Peter nearly laughed at the thought; like they would let him go on purpose.

"Where?"

"We need to go," was all he said. Peter sighed but got up and walked over to Jacob, who had pulled a wheelchair over from who knows where. "I have to strap you down. So you don't escape," he explained. "You understand." Peter nodded and sat down, allowing Jacob to pull the leather straps around his wrists and ankles, securing him to the chair. There was a sharp tug on the sleeve of his shirt and suddenly his shoulder was exposed. Jacob had ripped the seam.

"What the hell?"

"Sorry," he said with a wince. A needle was plunged into Peter's arm and after a second the boy was out cold. Jacob pulled a bandage out of his pocket and put it over the small wound on Peter's arm. He truly did feel bad for the boy, but he would be killed if he didn't do that. Pushing Peter down the hall, Jacob thought back on how he got himself into this mess. His name wasn't even Jacob, for crying out loud!

His real name was Jackson Wyatt, and he had been living on the street barely three months ago. He only had one friend, Phil Collins, who wasn't who he said he was at all and was instead some mutant who called himself Deadpool.

~DRAMATIC FLASHBACKS BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK NOT~

It had been a cold night and he was trying to find a warmer place to sleep when he heard a sound. He looked around and saw two men tackle another at the end of the alley. Jackson flattened against the wall, staying as quiet as he could.

The man, now unconscious, was hanging over the shoulder of one of the other men, both of which Jack saw wore suits. They headed down the alley in his direction and he sank to the ground, shrinking back as much as he could to remain out of sight. He noticed they walked fast, but they also walked quietly. The one carrying the man was already at the other end of alleyway, but the other had stopped right in front of Jackson.

"Get up." His voice was cold but not angry. Jack scrambled to his feet, not wanting to end up like the other guy, who was being held like a sack of potatoes. "Do you have a home?"

"No, sir," he said quickly, standing tall.

"Do you have a job?"

"No, sir."

"Do you want a job?"

"Yes, sir."

"Will you work hard?"

"Yes, sir."

"Will you do as we tell you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Will you keep your mouth shut?"

"Yes, sir."

"You're hired. Follow me and stay quiet." Jackson followed him down the alley and out onto the street. The other man had already disappeared, but a second after they emerged onto the street a van pulled up and the door slid open. "Get in." Jack climbed in the back and the suited man climbed in the front.