Wolves of mystic

Chapter 3

Once i heard those words the place started to shake as everyone quickly braced themselves including my uncle but i just stood there unaffected

"YOU SAID YOU WOULD LEAVE THAT ALONE! YOU SAID YOU WOULD LET THEM REST IN PEACE!"

"Ashley calm down!" Once i noticed what i was doing i calmed my temper down as the place stopped shaking and everyone slowly stood up fine as i flenched my hands into fists.

"Ashley calm down!" once I noticed what I was doing I calmed my temper down as the place stopped shaking and everyone slowly stood up fine as I clenched my hands into fists.

"You promised."

"Ashley im sorry but this guy was reported seen at the crime scene and during it."

"My father and brother died in a car crash and I survived! There is nothing mysterious about that!"

"Ashley the car was tampered with and someone took you out of that car! Why do you think I became a cop!"

"For Aunt Margret!" once I said that name he suddenly stopped and his arms became loose as he stood there shocked and upset.

My aunt Margret was his wife. She was the kindest and sweetest woman in the world. But one day she suddenly became a drug addict. She started to take too many of her prescriptions and started to have overdoses but luckily survived. One day they found her hanging from the ceiling fan. Some say it was the drugs, but some say it was their marriage. Either way they ruled it as a suicide. But my uncle knew it wasn't even though all the evidence was thick tight he believed she didn't do it. So he became a cop.

After feeling bad however about saying that I lightly sighed calming down a bit as I held my arms to try and comfort myself with the thought of using my powers again.

"Why do you think he's mind will be easy for me to access?" once I said that he snapped back into reality and wiped his tears away to look professional.

"Cause he's drunk and stupid." I showed more tears as I kept my hands clenched before I loosened them feeling much calmer now.

"Where is he?"

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I walked into the interrogation room carrying a black visual art diary that was left in the store room along with one of my art pencils as I noticed the man cuffed to the chair. Probably because he attacked some of the officers.

As I sat down across from him placing the book in my lap as I lightly placed my hands-on top of it.

"Mr Grayson. My name is Ashley. Im just going to do some sketching of what you remember ok?" Usually when I deal with drunks they'd talk shit or just sway their heads around. But this one was different. He was sweating. They don't normally sweat. Something must have happened to him. Especially since his clothes make him look like a part time businessman and not some drug addict.

"Just try and relax." I gently pulled back the cover of the book as it opened to a blank page lightly holding my pencil ready to draw. I looked up at the man as I saw some green/brown waves emanating from his head as I suddenly was shooting through his mind squinting my eyes shut as I felt my hand starting to tense.

I was flying through many clouds of memories that Mr. Grayson had before I manage to find the one involving the accident.

I was looking at his point of view however so its freaky. I noticed him getting out of his silver sport car holding a torch however as he was trying to get down to my crash site. I suddenly noticed someone carrying an unconscious 12-year-old me out of the car however I couldn't see their face but there was one thing I knew all too well. Whoever took me out of the car was wearing the mask of the person I saw last night.