"Harley?"
"That's right! Where do you plan on going? The hospital? Home? They'll find you. They'll find you, and your friends."
"Harley, listen. Morrigan is a fake," Tyler says. "She just wants us to-"
"I already know, Tyler. Way to ruin an entrance," she snaps, placing her hands on her hips. She looked at us all before continuing to speak. "I looked in the basement. The papers, and the files, and even the pictures. It's horrible." We all looked at each other, confusion written all over our faces.
"What papers?" I asked. "And how did you find us?"
"They're in the basement. You didn't see the big door?" I shook my head as Harley spoke, and ignored my second question.
"No. We found the door out, but that's it."
"Then follow me. You need to see this," she says, walking away from the door.
"Wait," Sam says. "How do we know you're on our side?"
My question too.
"Never said I was," she remarks, turning to him.
"Are you on our side or not?" Justin asks.
"I am. But on one condition."
"What?"
"I am in charge. You listen to what I tell you, and you do as I say. You trust me on all my decisions. Deal?" Daisee looked at me, and I bit my lip. Could we really trust Harley?
I looked at her, and hoped to see something. Her face was unreadable though, which made me aggravated. I hated when I couldn't see what people were thinking.
"Deal," I finally say. If all came to worst, Tyler, Daisee, and I could protect Sam and Justin. I don't even know what Harley can do.
"Are you sure?" Justin whispered to me as we walked.
"No. But it's better then nothing, right? Besides, Harley's alone," I reply. He nods, and grabs my hand.
"But if she's lying, what would they do to us?" He asks.
"I have no idea. But it won't be good."
~
Walking back down the almost fully black hallway made me nervous. I hated this, but felt better with Sam and Justin beside me.
"Here it is," Harley says, pointing at a big door. It had the words "Faculty Only" in big letters.
Sam grabbed the handle, and pulled the door open. Inside where millions of papers scattered around. They caked the floor, walls, the desk, and chair.
The first picture I saw, made me gasp. It was of Tyler in, I'm guessing, third grade. I tapped his shoulder, and passed it to him. His face was too recognizable to miss.
He held the paper, and looked like he had just seen a ghost. I don't blame him, it's creepy.
I looked around to find many pictures of the kids. The one that mainly caught my attention was Zach. His picture, and his file. It was displeasing, thinking this kid has been rejected his whole life.
Zach Gare
Son of Morrigan and John Gare.
Age 13 as of July 29th, 2017
No special talent whatsoever. Needs to be taught how to become like his sister, and be able to move things around. Will be eliminated by age 18 if not moved out. Needs his vocal cords removed by age 14.
I looked at the paper a few times, hoping Zach hadn't seen the offensive paper yet. My head turned, and I looked at the wall. My eyes went right for my file.
Raylin Gare
Age 14 as of June 17, 2017
Raylin is an unique girl. She needs to learn to control her anger. We shall use her against Mind Facility and Corps, considering she is both companies main priorities. Well be eliminated once after.
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Control
Fantasy{Cover by Ms_Horrendous} ~ "H-hello?" I called, grabbing at my chest. There were doctors in the hallway, but they weren't moving. They were all standing, like they were frozen in place. I dropped down to my knees, feeling extremely light headed. I w...
