The Son of the World's Most Wanted Criminals
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"Love is punishment itself."
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disclaimer: I will never own Gakuen Alice.
Prologue
"The best things in life are for free."
My mother used to say this to me. But I soon realized that…
She was wrong. Very wrong. I get free things here and there. But it's not just the best. Not for me anyways.
I grabbed my ipod in the table and plopped on my bed. I turned my ipod on and let rock and loud music fill my ears. It was a peaceful day. The sun was shining while the birds were flying freely.
I closed my eyes savoring the moment when…
I heard a bang. Bangs like these were normal…
"Freeze! This is the police! You are under arrest!" Now that wasn't normal.
My eyes popped open at the sound of the voice. Or rather what the voice just said.
I knew this day would come. But not this soon. I ran to my closet, grabbed a backpack and went to where the commotion was happening.
The scene before me ripped me apart.
My foster mother was tied to the ground as to where my father was being dragged outside. I expected guys in blue uniform like the normal police. But instead, I saw black suited men with shades.
"Natsume! Run! You know what to do! Get your sister and run away! Hurry!"
I know I didn't have any strength to fight these guys so I did what my foster mother told me to do.
'I love you.' I mouthed to her as I ran. The last thing I heard from her was 'I love you too.'
"Get the boy!" I heard one shout. I heard running footsteps behind me as I banged the door to my sister's room open and saw her.
She was crying while holding the bag similar to what I held. I carried her to my back, opened her closet, and slid down the tunnel my foster parents made especially for us.
I felt her close her eyes as we heard gun shots running through the tunnel.
We were trained. Not to fight but to escape. We were no match for them. And we knew it. My foster parents knew it. They were smart.
After all, they aren't the world's most wanted criminals for nothing.
A/N: I feel guilty. I deleted my other story since I ran out of ideas. Luckily, it won't happen here. Comments? Please do. It helps.