The Wolf In A Uniform: Book One of The Mind Binders Series

(intro/part 1)

INTRO

Hello, my name is Wess and I am 15 years old. I like reading and psychology and I have a pet dog named Caleb. I live with my foster parent Arthur Donner and Mary Donner. I used to have a sister named Julia Donner that lived with us but she's gone now and we don't talk about her. I am attending the prestigious boarding school Grace Academy and right now I am currently in a cellar starring down the barrel of a gun. Keeping my eyes on the gun I slowly take a step back and lift my hands in the air and place them on the back of my head. " D-Down on your knees!" the girl with the gun yells at me. She's shaking and there are tears running down her face. "I said on your knees!' she yells again as she jabs the gun into my chest. I do as she says and get down to my knees. As soon as she sees that I have complied with her request, she walks behind me and quickly slides a pair of hand-cuffs onto my hands and pulls a hood down over my head. "Y-You couldn't just leave it alone now could you." I hear her muffled voice say as she ties my ankles together with several cable ties." But I should have expected that of you since it's in your nature Shane Blight. Or should I say Wess Donner the hired police consultant and son of the famous detective Arthur Donner." I hear her stand up and walk away from me. She pulls up a chair and collapses in it. I hear some rustling and the chink of a lighter. "Ah that's much better." she says as she exhales a cloud of smoke. "Nothing calms the nerves like a good smoke. You wan't one? No Thanks? You sure? Oh you don't smoke. My bad I forgot." She says as she giggles. " You don't have to do this" I say as I began to smell cigarette smoke. "Just let me go and put down the gun and then you can tell me what really-" " Let you go. What do you make me out for, an idiot! No, I have a much better idea" she says. The next thing I know I'm sprawled out on the floor with a large blade impaled in my shoulder. I cry out in pain as I writhe around on the floor. She laughs giddily and then yanks the blade back out of my shoulder. I cry out in agony as the blade cuts my flesh to ribbons as it is yanked out. Because of the cuffs on, I can neither apply pressure to the wound or stop the bleeding. I fell blood begins to soak into my school shirt and sweater. I hear her stand up and turn off the light and walk towards the entrance." Hmm. I wonder what will get you first. Blood loss. Infection. Ooh maybe you'll starve to death. Or maybe the rats and roaches will get you." she says with a giggle." You won't get away with this you fucked up bitch!" I yell, trying not to sound worried yet on the inside I'm crying like a new born baby." Aw, you poor naive little boy." I hear her walk back towards me and feel her lean in close to my ear. "Unfortunately for you, I already have!" She leans away and I hear her stand up and walk back toward the exit. "As much as I would love to hear your elegant cries of agony, I have to go back to school. Winter Break's almost over and that's when the real fun begins." She says with a giggle and then I hear the cellar door slam shut, leaving me engulfed in utter darkness, and terror.

PART 1

Prologue

Now I know what you're probably wondering, you are probably all like what the hell is going on here!? Who are you? Why did you just get stabbed and left for dead by a psychotic bitch? And how in the world did you even end up in this shitty situation anyway?! Well for those of you who asked who I was and skipped the part where I introduced myself, they must be lazy as fuck and clearly need to go back and read it. But for those of you who did read it and still want to know some of the details I will be happy to elaborate. Like I said before my name is Wess Donner and I am 15 years old and I am attending a boarding school named Grace Academy. Or, I was until...well in order for me to tell you that my dear readers, I will have to explain the story from the beginning and that involves me finishing this formal introduction. Now I am sure that most of you have heard of a detective. You know the crime solvers, wears a funny-looking hat, and carries a magnifying glass and stuff (yeah those guys) well, when the detectives needs help solving a crime that's when they call in police consultants. Since I am one of the best police consultants, I am the one that usualy gets the call. At least that is the way it should be, but since my foster father is the head of the police department where I live and he always thinks that I am too young and inexpirienced to handle being a cop (even though I am practically an expert on criminal psycology and I'm not even a cop, I'm a consultant) I hardly get any calls. And because of that I have only helped solve 3 cases in my entire career though all 3 of there where homicide cases ( and they were ones that I would not like to have a repeate of). Before I started going to Grace Academy ( and after) I used to take online classes because if your dad is the police cheif and you study the criminal mind for a hobby, you tend to become a little unpopular. So in the fifth grade (after a few years of years of being an anti-social loser) my dad sighned my up for virtual school ( where I became an online anti-social loser) and that is where I stayed until the end of eigth grade when I graduated and had my ( vrirtual) graduation ceremony and recieved my (also virtual) diploma. Now with eigth grade over and school out I began my vaction by playing some online virtual poker ( did you guys really expect anything different) and then later falling asleep while listioning to. And this, my dear reader, is where the my introduction ends, and the story begins.