Alpha and A81C7 ~COMPLETE~

Ummm...

*A81C7's POV*

I look around, not believing that I am really back here again.

I left, we broke out of the prison twice and ran, moving homes and leaving our lives behind. We even joined another pack, only for this to happen. For me to end up back here again.

Why do I have to have a mate? Why could I not just have a regular life, without all of this other stuff? All I want is a nice peaceful life. A happy life. Maybe that is just something I am not destined for.

I really do not want to be here, but due to the fact that this is where the feelings I had from gained information have brought me, I guess that I have to be here. I do not have much of a choice.

I am just going to get this done as fast as possible. Whatever this is. I still do not quite understand why I am here, but I am very aware that it is important.

I start to walk, trusting that I will be guided the correct way by my intuitive gaining of information. While walking I move my bracelet around on my wrist without thinking, and stop once I realize that I am fiddling with it. I usually do not fiddle with things, or fidget in general, and I am not going to start now.

I do not like the way it looks when people fidget, when people can see outwardly any anxious feelings I may have, so I make sure not to display them. Though, on another note, my bracelet is oddly comforting.

After a few steps I realize that I am going down to the prison where we were all held. Someone must be in there, and it is at times such as this when I have a great desire for better information.

More consistent gaining of information would give me a greater understanding of what is occurring and would be much more convenient. I do not like being ignorant of all of the facts, or in the dark as Mor has taught me. That supposedly is a more common phrase, and I trust Mor.

She has much more experience in the world when compared with me. I have not even been in the world more than a few months, unless you count New Age. That place was like another universe, and an awful one at that.

I quicken my pace to the prison hastening my approach. Upon my arrival, I glance around taking in my familiar yet different surroundings.

The entire area seems darker, like it is warning all too keep away. It is much more than a dangerous feeling, it is like the entire pack has something wrong with it and it is more concentrated here. It must be Nathan's doing, that vile animal of a mate that I just had to have. I am attempting to identify the correct cell, or prisoner, but there are many people down here. There seem to be quite a few more occupied cells, I do not think there were this many people imprisoned before.

I decide to peer inside individual cells to see who the occupant is, and if I recognize them.

Inside the first cell to my right, I see an older woman. She looks harmless enough, but I immediately am made aware that this is not the case. She is guilty and dangerous, so I move on.

In the second cell I see another middle aged person, but I cannot tell if they are male or female. They appear to be asleep, but this person looks different. They do not appear innocent as the last prisoner did, and certainly do not look harmless. They just seem to have this presence that looks dangerous, and I am aware that they have killed many people. I do not know who, or how, but this person was a hitman. They cannot be who I am here for.

I move on, seeing twins who have been imprisoned. They are young, probably teenagers, and female. They do not look harmless, they look slightly intimidating. They are not human, but I am unable to tell what they are.

Their intimidating looks make me want to think they are guilty, that they deserve to be imprisoned, but that is not the case. While they can be dangerous, I am made aware through gained information that they have been imprisoned under false pretenses. I will let them out, but I will continue looking first.

I pass by many cells with dangerous and guilty prisoners, until I see two people I recognize. Ryker and Jett are in the jail, and they look like they were beaten at some point. They definitely do not deserve to be imprisoned.

Ryker sees me near the door first, and then signals to Jett. They seem very surprised by my presence, and I am too. I never really expected to be back here.

I pick the lock, which I am now quite quick at doing telekinetically. I guess the more I do it the quicker I am, and I get kidnapped a good amount. Mor does say that practice makes perfect, whatever that means.

I wave Ryker and Jett over, while continuing to look inside cells. I do not find any other people who are innocent, until I come across an older woman. I instantaneously know that her name is Amanda, and that she should not be imprisoned. I open her cell, and shake her awake.

She seems startled at first, but then stands with me, Ryker, and Jett as we begin to silently escape the jail. When I reach the twins cell, I open it, which seems to startle and confuse everyone present, though no one speaks. I assume that they are aware that speaking could draw attention to us, attention that we do not need, and they want to break out of the prison successfully just as much or more than I would like them to. They are innocent, after all, and should not be in here.

I continue on my way with the innocents who were wrongly imprisoned, hoping they do not grow curious as to who I am for the three who do not know me, or why I am here. I hope that they also do not ask about how I got them ou, at least until we are safely away from the pack and on our way to another.

All five of these people, all imprisoned and beaten as most prisoners there seem to be, for fun. All five of these people, innocent but caged away despite it.

What is Nathan doing?

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So, I wrote a new part.

I don't really know if I like it, I feel like it could be better written... Whatever.

I hope you have a wonderful day.

Stay in school kids.

Do hugs not drugs.

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