Chapter 2

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I drag the guy at least ten or twenty minutes before Jaramy finally picks us up in a dark blue truck. I grin at him as he looks at me through the window. We hop in the bed of the truck, I lay down puttig my arms behind my head. Pulling the other guy down by the collar of his shirt next to me where we can talk and I can hear him better.

"Whats your name?" I ask him.

"Aden." He answers, laying on his back like me. I close my eyes, "can you do anything..." I don't finish my sentence wondering how he is going to respond.

He thinks about it for a second, "kinda..." He answers sounding unsure.

"We'll test that 'kinda' out when we get there"

"Where exactly is there?" He asks.

"Honsetly I don't know, I have never driven there myself, but Jaramy has."

"Don't you think it would be safer if you knew where the 'safe house' is?"

Opening my eyes I look at him, "Ehh... I don't really care. Jaramy will always pick me up."

"How do you know that for sure."

I shake my head, "you wouldn't understand... But now onto the important matter, how good are you at fighting?"

"I have some tricks that you couldn't believe up my sleeve."

"Ooh, secretive..." I grin at him. Turning my head back and closing my eyes again. I slowly fall to sleep in the bed of the truck, the warm April air running over me and trees flying past. 

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