hey guys, Hermes Child awesomeness gave me this wonderful idea. Sorry if you guys thought I was giving up on this story. Like, NEVER, would I give up this beauty. Also, you guys can still leave reviews on a hunter you want. I'm going to make 20 chaps, one for each hunter, if I think someone did really good I'll make you an exception. Realize that after that it's basically the hunters on a quest story... So once I say I'm done letting you guys do the quiz I'll delete it. Love,

Bella

Cold. Grim. Gray. This were the colors that blurred my vision, well except my bright orange jump suit that I wore. Every day I'm stuffed in the same cell. With my sisters. My mother is a special case. She is in supreme lock down for suppose murder, while Amanda, Kennedy, and I, are held for beating my father and abusing him. Which is not true. My step father being the nice man that he was, was the only man in the world that I didn't hate. I hated my real dad for one for leaving my mom. Before my mom meet step dad she was boneless and had no strength in her veins, her heart was broken.

"I was used like a doll! And I thought he loved me," My mother once said. More like she cried. As a child, I didn't understand the long process of divorce and break up, I just thought that if a man was ex- husband or real husband, it was the same, I thought the man would still be married to you. I waited eight years of my life, telling young boys and girls how I imagined my dad. But he never came. And now my life was stuck with mush, pain, and peeing in public, oh and who could forget the fantastic orange jumpsuit that I sported everyday. I hope my dad was happy now.

"Jazzy, Go to bed," Amanda groaned. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head, as she gazed sadly at me, like she could imagine the good old days too.

"I can't," I said sadly. Twisting my fingers through the knotty curls sadly.

"Jazz," Amanda moaned. I stayed silent for a few seconds.

"Amanda?" I finally asked. But she didn't answer as she slept silently.

The warning bell woke us up every morning. It's loud blaring sound made my ear drums burn and my pulse beat faster. Today like every day, we would be heading out to the yard, where we had our break, then we would clean up the place. Today we waited by the door for a police officer to open our door, but instead of a police officer there was a different women. She had chalky pale skin and plush red lips. Her hair was in a tight blonde bun, as her green eyes gazed up at us up and down, sizing us up. But instead of the dark blue uniform and medals approving of there heroism traits, instead she had a pearly white uniform that read:

C. I. A leader.

She had a bright polished badge that read Officer Susan. Officer Susan sighed as if she dealt with people our kind before. Her green eyes flashed like bright limes on the creeps of blossoming on the straight Florida palm trees. She pulled a walking talky from the chain on her belt. Susan pressed the side for a second. Flickering and crackling was heard from the small sterio.

"We need backup. Come in. We need backup" The lady spoke into the black Wally talky. Susan waited for a reply, her hands on her hips and blood red lips pursed in a frown.

"Officer Susan?" The voice on the other end asked. Susan smirked slightly at our afraid faces. They never called for backup before. My mom started to sob.

"Please, officer, please, what have we done wrong?" Susan smiled but said nothing.

"I'm by cell #305, cell #305, come in, come in." Silence again.

"I'll be right there," The voice replied.

Officer Susan just stood, glowering at us. Her eyes were sharp and tedious, and I felt as though she was jabbing me with a dagger. I was tired and bored out of my wits, I just wanted to cry. After a few minutes of standing, two men and one woman emerged from the hall, there voices light and happy even though they were working in a prison. The first man had a scruffy grating beard. His eyes were a crazy brown that almost looked red, fat looped over his belt, and his teeth were yellow and white, his name tag shined proudly and read:

Officer Pete.

The other man was ruggedly handsome. A grin was plastered on his face as his cold gray eyes pierced through everything in sight. His lips were a luscious pale pink and his teeth were perfectly round. His name tag was small compared to the others, but never less I could still read it. It said:

Officer Jaylen.

The next was a pretty blonde, her hair was so blonde it looked white. Her face was free of wrinkles and she laughed away with officer Jaylen. Her lips were painted bubblegum pink, and her teeth were perfect and pearly white. Her tag read:

Officer Katrina.

The three stopped laughing when they saw Officer Susan glowering at them.

"Is that your job?" Officer Susan growled. The three officers looked down at their toes.

"No, ma'm," They replied in together. Officer Susan nodded.

"Take them to the car"

The car was just a normal police car. White and black with blue and red sirens on top. The officers pushed us in, not caring if we were just squished together, or couldn't fit in the seat. Lazy.

"I'll drive them home... You... Do whatever," Susan said through the window. The three officers bowed then saluted. Then officer Susan drove off into the day.

Our home was still the same. The peeling yellow paint. The honeysuckles growing up the sides of the house. The bees rumbling, and the smell of Mr. Button's bakery just across the bend. Officer Susan had drove up the side of the house, then just kicked us out, then drove away.

At the moment, though, mother, Kennedy, Amanda, and I sat on the porch drinking hot Jasmine tea ( my favorite because it shares the same name with me).

"Hmmm, home sweet home" my mothers voice was sweet and gentle, as if hugging a tiny infant against her breasts, the same to me and both of my sisters. I smiled at my mother, a toothy grin that made my mother just have to smile back. Amanda stood up and stretched.

"I think I'm going to bed- a real bed," Amanda said. Kennedy nodded her head in agreement, and the two of them went inside.

Now, it was just mom and I, not like I minded. My mothers eyes seemed to bore into me, as she watched my every move.

"What's bugging you Jasmine?" I was surprised my mother could read me so easily after us being separated for so long.

"Nothing, mom," I lied. My mother eyed me warily, but said nothing. We were silent for a minute, gazing at the setting sun.

"I miss Charles," mom muttered. I nodded my head.

"Me too. Tell me how did you and dad met" I wasn't talking about my real dad, the one that just gave love to my mom then like the son of a beep he was, he just left mom with a baby. No, I was talking about the one who was always there for me, my stepfather. Mother nodded her head.

"Well, once your father had left me I was heart broken. But, I focused on my work so I could support us. Then, one day I had been promoted. I was so happy! I could imagine moving out of that dangerous city we lived in, you and I. My new boss, was a nice man, he helped my work become the best. Once I got the hang of it, once I was on top, he assigned me to a business project-"

"is that where you met dad?" Mother held her hand up, like shut up!

"-where your father was working as well. Many girls liked your father which made me upset, but then I remembered my job... Do work, not worry about some silly crush. But as I worked with him I soon became to adore him. I couldn't ignore that fact any more... I loved him. Then one day I asked him out. I've never been a girl with much guts... But... It worked out. We kissed that night. Soon after that we started dating. Then one night we got to close. We... We... We made love. A couple of weeks later I took my pregnancy test... I was pregnant. From that day forward I spent every second with him. Then one day when we went on a sweet road trip on Tennessee... He proposed. Wanting the best for you and my baby... I said yes, and the rest is history" I smiled at my mother, just trying to calm her down. My mother stared at me, her eyes so beautiful in the warm orange glow.

"It'll be okay, mom."

"I know. I love you" I couldn't help but smile.

"I love you to mom. I'm tired..." And we hurried inside.

A spotless room. For second I thought I was dreaming. In a whole new world, but when I pinched myself I didn't wake up. Mother, Kennedy, Amanda, and I were huddled like one big group. I gazed at the room waiting for someone to make a sound. No sound. I look down to realize that tight bonds secured my hands together.

"Well! It is such a pleasure to meet you!" Someone boomed. The door opened and an officer stepped in. He had a scraggly beard and messed up yellowing teeth.

"Officer Pete?" I asked. The officer laughed.

"That's right, young lad!" The man winked at me. Then smiled at my mother. "Why isn't this a hottie?" Officer Pete smiled that yellow smile that made me dizzy. I watched in horror as Officer Pete ripped off mothers clothes.

"Let her go!" Amanda screamed. Officer Pete growled and harshly slapped Amanda on the cheek. I watched in horror as the chunky officer raised a black gun. "NO!" Officer Pete smiled in satisfaction, as he pushed the trigger. My mother who was just getting up collapsed on the spot. Kristen sobbed onto Amanda's shoulders. Officer Pete sighed contently he smiled before aiming at Amanda.

"BITCH!" Kristen screamed, as the bullet made contact with Amanda. Kristen crumbled to the ground, her body shook with each breath she that she took. She sobbed and held Amanda tightly. Officer Pete raised the gun to Kristen's heaving body and then shot. Kristen stopped breathing. I choked back a sob as Officer Pete turned to me. His eyes were a dark red, and his face was a blotchy purple.

"Now you honey can be my..."

"NO! I HATE YOU! DIE! GO TO HELL-" I stopped as the gun was pointed at my head.

"I gave you a chance," he said with a drunk smile. I closed my eyes preparing for the worst. I heard a grunt and something fall before my feet. Someone started to cut my ropes. I opened my eyes to meet soft silver and gray.

"Help," I muttered. Then everything went black.

Hey guys! Bella here! Well... I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I haven't updated since I've been in Greece... Sorry!

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