Hmmm.. I didn't really like the other chapter but oh well. AND IM BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry no shout outs, the disclaimers already been posted a lot. But thanks for the reviews, all of you!

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Jamie shifted the pack on his shoulders. Oh how he was going to miss his mother. In the pit of his stomache he was scared. There were so many things that happened in the dark streets of New York and with every shadow that danced across an alley made him more paranoid. Maybe he should go back home, tear up the note and pretend it never existed. That he was never creeping around the streets at an un godly hour when all kinds of creatures were out. Lurking the streets for a prime boy, like him. He shivered at the gruesome thoughts.

He looked around his hair flying infront of his face forceing him to push it back with the tips of his fingers. This wasn't Manhattan and he knew it, though he had rarely gone to the place he knew it looked nothing like the streets he was walking down now. Whore houses littered the streets and the soft smell of alcohol reached him as he walked, it swam around him like sharks do to a swimmer before going in for the kill. He took a deep breath trying to rid himself of the smell. His pace quickened and the palms of his hands began to sweat. More shawdows swarmed around him, coming closer and closer. Like the stalker that stays hidden, or the murderer that waits, just until the oppertune moment. And then, he strikes.

Jamie almost let out a scream as he crashed into a solid figure. He was shaking and it wasn't from the soft wind that was weaving through the streets. His adrinaline was pumped but he himself was scared shitless. With a quiet gasp he stumbled backwards then looked up to see a man, wearing an all blue suit that had buttons in the front. It clarified him as a cop, probably something he did, but also didn't want to run into at the moment.

"H-h-hello officer." He managed to stutter out still trying to regain his nerves.

"Well... What do we got here." The blue clad officer said a cruel smirk begining to appear on his pointed features.

"I'm just a-"

"Around three in the morning a little street rat runnin' around. I'd say a theif too." Jamie was slightly taken aback by the quick judgement. The only thing he probably stole in his life would had to of been a piece of pie that was sitting on someones windowsill. And even then he got scolded from New York to California.

"I ain'-"

"Ah.. Yes, come along now. We got a nice little spot for you in the Refuge."

"But I ain't a theif!"

"Sure son. A few weeks in this place will certainly straighten you out."

"But-" Jamie started as he was lead to a carriage. It didn't only look dark and dreary but it felt the same way. Jamie thought this as the officer tossed him into the back slamming the door before he could even tell his part of the story, "Damnit." He said angerly punching the wall of the darkened moving cell, as he referred to it, "Well Jamie... Guess there ain't no turnin' back now." He said to himself watching the streets become little blurs far behind him.

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That wasn't that good ;;;; I was gonna have it totally different but then it got deleted many many many months ago. And I've re-wrotten it a million times. And finally ta-da! I got this chapter done! I'm working on TCR (Plug!) just need to type it now. Oh yes, the refuge is now re-opened just by a different warden. Forgive the bad grammer.

Carryin' Dah Bannah

-Cerri