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Jett sat up in bed. Ugh......school. Whatever; might as well make the best of my unfortunate reality. it was six thirty AM. Perfect wake up time.

Jett wasn't a heavy sleeper. He wasn't much of a sleeper at all. Neither was his older sister, Scarlet, or his younger brother, Proxy. They didn't exactly sleep.

They just retreated, somewhere, deep in their thoughts, found peace, and rested. Since they weren't asleep, they woke at the slightest noise.

The slightest noise, the one he knew so well, the one that always woke him for school, was his watch alarm.

Jett, Scarlet, and Proxy all shared a room. The quiet beep..beep..beep.. woke all of them.

Six thirty was perfect wake up time. Thirty minute walk to school, twenty minutes for everyone to rotate through the bathroom, thirty minutes to make and eat breakfast, and ten minutes left to visit your locker and converse with friends on a slow, unrushed walk to class.

The timing was meticulous and sophisticated. It needed to be. One minute off, one minute closer to the tardy bell.

Proxy moaned. Oh please...Prox. School mornings are miserable enough. Shrug the negativity, seriously. Hmph. Proxy; the most peculiar name ever, still has a nice touch to it. Proxy. Proxy. Proxy. Proxy.

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Jett scaled the rooftops in the cover of darkness; there were no streetlights here. He savored every moment as the sensationally cool air hit his face. It ran through his sweaty arms, between his sticky fingers, and around his warm neck.

Jett closes his eyes, letting his feet manually move: one foot swiftly in front of the other. Repeat. Jett let his toes navigate, feeling for the ridge of each shingle as they incline, allowing him to know when to gracefully descend on the next rooftop. The leap was always the best; the unforgettable feeling of weightlessness.

Jett had memorized every inch of this particular set of rooftops; he knew by heart how much weight each shingle could take. He never lost his footing. Each footfall was so smooth, so graceful, he could never be detected by the inhabitance of the house.

Suddenly, he heard a distant noise. Jett's eyes snapped open and he crouched to hide himself. Rarely was anyone friendly out this late. He heard the noise again. It wasn't very human-like. It sounded like..........a growl.

It didn't make sense. There were no zoos on the outskirts of town, just houses, buildings, and the pine forest. Circuses didn't come by this part of the year. Jett heard the noise again. It sounded urgent, as if in vain to intimidate. It was too deep to be a feral cat. Besides, who would bother a feral cat? If anything, people enjoyed their company, even fed them.

Curiosity got the best of Jett. He stalked the noise. As he got closer, he heard laughter with it. The laughter definitely belonged to a human. Jett cringed at the noise. Some people could be so malignant, so devilish.

Jett was really close. He had travelled so far without even realizing. He was now on the rooftop of a five-story parking garage. He had scaled the rooftops, crossed the street, and climbed five-story parking garage he now sat a top in less than a minute. He wasn't even panting.

Jett looked down into a dimly lit damp alleyway. There, he saw three men, and a mother leopard with a single cub. The mother leopard's vicious growls were quickly becoming yelps of pain.