~Completed~ Adopted By CreepyPastas (CreepyPasta Fanfic)

Chapter 30

"Stop right there!" Several policemen stood in front of me, guns aimed at me.

"Shit."

"Don't say a word! Put your hands up!"

"Alright, Jinx... Make a move and they shoot. With all of them lined up like that, there's no way you're gonna be able to dodge the bullets. Put your hands up, and you get taken to jail. Pinkamena's outside, though. She'll save you. And if she can't, you have ways of communicating with Slenderman," I thought to myself.

 "I said put your hands up! We will shoot if necessary!" I dropped my knife and slowly raised my hands. "Step away from the body!" I stood up and walked away from the body, making sure to face the police officers. "Get on your knees!" I did as told.

One of the officers approached me and grabbed my wrists, bringing them down to my back. I heard a metallic clink, along with cold metal kissing my skin. I had just gotten handcuffed. "Stand," he demanded. I stood. "Walk," he demanded. I walked.

I was brought to a police car and thrown in the back. I looked out the window and saw Pinkamena running up to the police officers.

"What do you think you're doing?!" she shouted.

"Ma'am, please stay away. This is a private investigation."

"I don't care! What's going on?!"

"Ma'am, please."

"I am not leaving until you tell me what is going on!"

"This is a private investigation! I'm not obliged to tell you anything! Walk away now!" Pinkamena clenched her hands into fists and ran off. How could she just leave me like that?! Wait... maybe she's going to go tell Slenderman. I really hope so. If not, I'm screwed.

The policemen got in their cars and drove off. We arrived at the police station, and I was forcefully pulled out of the car. The policeman brought me up to the front doors. I entered the station, head hung low. The policeman approached the desk, still firmly holding onto my handcuffs. "We got a murderer," he said rather quietly.

"Alright. bring her in," the man behind the desk said casually. Did this happen often?

I was dragged to the back of the station, where they threw me in a tiny, temporary cell. "Now, you're gonna stay here until we call Juvie. You're pretty young to kill someone, aren't you? How old are you?" he asked.

"That's none of your goddamn business," I mumbled through my teeth. He put his hand on one of the bars and looked me dead in the eye.

"There's worse places than Juvie for brats like you. You're lucky I haven't tazed you yet. Now, if you have any more smart comments, you're outta here, and off to the Facility. Got that?" I nodded my head, but didn't say anything. I hate police officers. They're all jerks, every single one of them.

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The rest of the night flew by. I couldn't sleep, but I was able to pass the time by sitting in my cell and doing absolutely fucking nothing. "Alright, Jinx, you're outta here. Have fun in Juvie," the officer laughed as he opened the jail cell door, handcuffs at the ready. I walked forward and planned on attacking, but I decided not to. That shiny gun attatched to his belt was actually pretty intimidating.

I was brought back out to the police car, and once again thrown in without a care in the world.

As we approached Juvie, the car slowed down.  There were no guards positioned at the gate entrance, and when they saw the police car, they nodded and looked over to a sort of lookout post. The automatic gates opened with a creak, revealing what was my new home. But not for long. I'm going to bust out of here, no matter what.