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(Jack's POV)
Jack got to the Seaford home for boys at about 12 o'clock. It was a large dark blue building and on the outside, it seemed rather run down. The inside was no better. He walked up to the desk and told the receptionist who he was and why he was there. She was very friendly, but she also was acting sorry for him, as though she knew something he didn't. After that, a man came and escorted Jack to his room. The room was small and was filled with at least ten beds there were boys everywhere in the room, making Jack a little more than a little nervous. All of the boys looked at Jack, and he noticed each of them were hurt. One had a black eye, another had scars and cuts all over his body. They all looked sad and lonely, and almost as afraid of him, as he was of them. It was an odd contrast to those three boys he met, who seemed so confident. As he was thinking this, the man, Mr. something or other, Jack didn't pay attention to the name, went over the rules. He wasn't allowed to be out after 7 pm, and he couldn't leave until it was time for school. Jack asked what school was but the only answer he got was 'Where you sit and learn for 8 hours, now be quiet'. There were countless other rules that Jack vaguely listened to. He was more interested in the fact that all of the boys were at the home, even though Jack was fairly certain that the man said something about Saturdays you didn't have school and we were allowed to be out until 8 o'clock. Something about this place struck him as odd, and he couldn't think why. Before he left, Jack asked if he was allowed to go out. The man said he didn't care what he did, as long as he followed the rules. Jack put his stuff away and went to explore the town and see if he could find the school, the mall-whatever that was- and a phone. He just hoped he didn't got lost and be late for curfew.
(Milton's POV)
Jerry, Eddie and I went to the dojo after we left Jack. Our sensei, Rudy, tried his best to get us to train, but we just couldn't get our heads in the game. Eventually, meaning after like an hour, of trying to get our attention, Rudy called for all of us to go into his office. We all sat down on his couch as he looked at all of us.
"What is going on with you three? No one is paying training!"
He said. The three of us looked at each other, not sure who should be the one to start the explanation. Eventually, though, everyone was just looking at me. I sighed before going into the story.
"Well, you see Rudy, earlier, we were all sitting outside my house when this kid walked by. We had never seen him before, and he looked really nervous and scared, so we tried to talk with him, but as we got closer, he got even more scared. He was just stuttering and backing away from us. All we did was ask if he was OK and he just took off running, and boy was he fast! We followed him, trying to let him know that we weren't going to hurt him or anything like that, but he just wouldn't stop until he ended up in an alley with a dead end. With him cornered we were finally able to talk to him, but it was the weirdest thing. He went into a karate fighting stance before we even got there. Then he calmed down a little and told us his name was Jackson, and he bowed when he introduced himself. How weird is that!? And when we told him we were karate students, he got back into his fighting stance. If that wasn't weird enough, he didn't know who Bobby Wasabi was, and when we gave him my phone number, in case he got lost, and told him we'd see him in school, he didn't know what a phone or school was. He thought we didn't hear him when he said that, but there was something weird about him. I don't know exactly, he was just- off."
Rudy stared at me like I was crazy, then turned to Jerry and Eddie.
"You two thought something was off too?"
The two other boys looked at each other, nodded, and the Eddie spoke up.
"Definitely. For instance he seemed to have muscle, but he was super skinny, as though he never ate"
Jerry cut in,
"Yeah, and that dude was fast man! I mean really fast, like he was used to running away a lot."
"You really are worried, aren't you? *nodding from the boys* Fine, then if you see him again, let me know, OK?"
The boys agreed and they all went back to training.
(Jack's POV)
I finally found out what a phone was, and it turns out that the 'school' is called Seaford High, and the building is so big that it looked like it could fit tens of thousands of people. The boys I met in the alley said that we'd meet here so I figured that maybe there are a lot of kids who go to this place. I now looked for the mall, and the Bobby Wasabi dojo. It was getting late, though, so I headed back to the home, hoping I wasn't passed curfew.
When I finally made it back I was greeted by the Man. He was standing there with his arms crossed. He is much taller than I am and as he looked down to me I couldn't help shivering as the dark room made his features looked even more sinister than earlier. He only said two words to me right then.
"You're late."
-This is a child abuse scene if this is triggering you can skip this section-
I looked to the clock on the far wall and it clearly said that it was 7 o'clock. I stuttered as the Man came towards me, hoping it was just a mistake, but he ignored all my pleas. He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled my into a room I hadn't seen before, It was covered in blood, and on the walls there were countless weapons. I knew what was going to happen, Grandfather had a place just like this. I sat quietly as the Man locked the door to the room and choose a whip off the wall of weapons. I took off my shirt, knowing what was coming. He pulled back and hit me as hard as he could with the whip. I felt the leather hit my skin, and the warm blood come out of the newly formed about 10 lashes, each cutting more and more of my skin. He then rolled the whip back up and grabbed a baseball bat off the wall of weapons. He lifted it high up and hit me as hard as possible right on my back. It hurt like crap and all the wind got completely knocked out of me. He hit me again and again with the same force right on my back. Finally, he let me out, yelling at me to go back to my room. I did as I was told, thankful that it was over, and that it wasn't quite as bad as my Grandfather's beatings.
-The child abuse scene is over, if you skipped you can start reading again-
I went straight to bed avoiding every boy in the room, now understanding the injuries and their fear. I started to think of the other boys, Milton, Jerry, and Eddie as I drifted off to sleep. They were so confident, unharmed, completely different, but why? I pondered this question as I was consumed by the peaceful darkness of sleep.
I am so sorry for not updating for so long, but I made this chapter extra long for you guys. Please review!