My Level of Concern

💛🖤chapter 1🖤💛

(Y/n) pov
*flashback*
Year: 2018
Time: 5:00pm
Day: Wednesday. October 31
Log: #23

"I am currently at a Halloween party in disguise. No one know who I am or who I work for, all they know is I'm here to party. Thats it. No one cares. Tyler and Josh have been distracting everyone for a few minutes with a show. Reason for being here is we are on a mission. Some say there are some niners lurking around. We wanted to protect those of feeble minds. The ones who could easily be brought down from their self esteem, easily converted. This is all for this log, but there should be many more to come. Until I write again...
                                                   (Y/n)"
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"(Y/n)! Are you coming? We have a situation!" A tall male with blonde curly hair, by the name James, states in a hurry. I place my journal back in my bag that I have and I follow him.

"Whats the situation?" I ask curiously.

"We have a potential code nine" he states.

"Shit.. let's get going then" I say, almost in a panic, staying calm as well.

We head off to the area. A teenage boy with short, brown hair is seen messing with a bunch of jocks that were smoking. Not sure what is going on, we went and checked it out. Seemed as if he was talking to someone as well, but didn't know who. Someone invisible,  feeble minded and easy to catch if we dont do something now.

"Hey kid! Move along!" A quarterback said, taking another hit off of the cigarette he was holding.

"Oh yeah?! Why don't you make me?" The boy smirks, knowing he's causing a fight. But before he could run off we caught him and took him to a wodded area.

"Let go of me!" He said, attempting to break our grip.

"We need to talk to you" I simply state, needing him to calm down.

"W-who are you guys anyways?" The boy asks.

"We are the banditos. We are here to help you. You can either join us, or risk being taken by the niners. Either way, we are here to protect you. Please. Join us. You can trust us." James states, trying to convince the boy to join the banditos.

"Okay.. i will.." he nods.

"Good. Our job is done.. we need to start heading to the caves, where we must travel to get to a safe space. A safe haven if you will" i say, confident that nothing bad would happen.

We go back to the party, signaling Tyler and Josh to wrap it up. They do within two minutes and we gather everyone and continue our long journey. Along the journey we find others in need of help. One was suffering from bipolar disorder, another with depression,  and the boy? Well the boy, come to find out, is suffering the loss of his mother from when he was a child. Made up his big brother in his head for comfort from his  ignorant father.

I, however, was taken in as a child. My mother and father abandoned me when I was 8. I suffered from hunger, poorness, and extreme depression.  Never had a home until they found me. I am very greatful to call them my home.

We finally make it to our resting stop for the night. We built a fire and there were already several hundred tents pitched around the surrounding area. Tyler likes singing and wrapping to welcome the newcomers. This time he rapped about how they can levitate with some help. Not sure what he means by levitate, but im sure there's a message in it somewhere. The newcomers and other banditos seem to be intrigued by it. I decide to sketch out in my journal what the area looked like for reference when I look back through, or if someone else ever finds it. I was minding my own business when all of a sudden I feel two hands grip at my neck and drag me away, covering my mouth so I couldn't scream for help. Then, eveything goes black.

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I wake up in a dark room, a TV is lit up and filled with static, while two speakers sat on either side of it. I cant blink. I cant close my eyes. Im forced to watch the images pop up on the screen. Images of random symbols and noises. I completely forget who I am at this point. Almost like a brainwash.

"Glad you could join us helpful one, you are now a niner." A middle aged man says, with a red veil over his face, wearing red robes.

And with that the voice fades as everything goes black again.