Prologue

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Stokeley Goulbourne. The people of Lauderdale, Florida know that name too well. At first, he was just a normal kid, until the voices started talking to him. He explained them to be very deep and masculine, like a strong man's. What started as him just fighting led to things much worse, like trying to kill other teenagers at his school, stabbing teachers, etcetera.

Stokeley was currently breaking into the home of Scott Israel, head of the Broward County Sherrifs office. He had already climbed through the window, and was now rummaging through his belongings. "He has things that could kill you, kill him on sight" one voice told him.

"I will" he responded, pulling out his black FA Glock, cocking it and turning off the safety. "He's probably downstairs, sneak up in him" the voice commanded. Stokeley nodded, walking slowly to the stairs, making sure not to creak the steps.

He made it to the bottom silently to his surprise. Conversation from the kitchen caught his attention, making his walking stop. "We have to catch this kid Rob! He's a threat to everybody in Broward County!" The man yelled. Stokeley snuck up behind him and pointed his gun at the older man.

"Rob, I don't have time for this. I'm go- HE'S IN MY HOUSE ROB, SEND HELP" was all the man said before dropping to the floor, blood leaking from his head. "Good job" a voice said. Stokeley smiled, feeling proud. His pride soon faded when he heard sirens. He quickly ran to the back door, making a run for the wall.

He quickly ran down the street, the white cars following him. "STOP RUNNING" he heard from behind, but he didn't listen. He kept running until he could no longer breath, looking behind himself. There was more cars than before, some S.W.A.T. vehicles also.

"Stokeley get on the ground, drop your weapon!" Stokeley did no such thing, instead cocking his pistol and putting it to his temple. "Stokeley, you don't have to do this" the voice in his head said calmly. "You can call John, he can get you out, just surrender" stokeley nodded, dropping his weapon.

He put his hands behind his head and walked toward the multiple men, getting on his knees once close. "Is he dead?" He asked, looking up at the officer. "I don't know" "ok, hurry up and arrest me, it's hot" he said, his childish ways coming forth.

The officer, who's name was George Smith, placed the cuffs on Stokeley and brought him to the car. "Thanks for not resisting Stokeley, sorry I have to do this" Officer Smith said. He was the father of one of Stokeleys close friends. "Oh well"

I like the way I wrote this, Idk about you guys though 😂

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