Firstly, thanks to all the reviews! It really urges me to write some more, and any constructive criticism, hint at the word constructive, is very much appreciated. Sometimes my parents rush me to hurry up, so I may make spelling/punctuation errors. I try my hardest to spell check, but I tend to miss tiny things. Thank you 3

CHAPTER TWO - Ivypool

That night, I could barely sleep. I managed to sneak in a small nap, but other than that, I was worrying like mad. I couldn't imagine how worried my mother is. She'd be pulling her hair out with anxiety. And what will she think when she finds out that her daughter is in jail?

Morning comes - the only way I can tell is when the officers flood in. Unlike all those jails portrayed on movies, where there's a small barred up window which they somehow manage to shimmy out of, there are no windows in our cells.

I blink wearily as I hear the clinking of metal and a hideous screeching sound, and then the door of my cell is shoved open. There's an officer with blondish-white hair standing there, and I nearly choke. It's my Grandfather, Cloud. Oh crap.

"Come on, Miss Woodfalleh." I gulp and get to my feet, follow Cloud as he leads me away. My hands are still in cuffs, and the metal is biting into my wrists. "We need you interviewed this morning."

"Interviewed?" My voice is raspy from not speaking all night, my throat dry. "What do you mean, interviewed?"

"Firean had a new idea." Cloud explains. "He wants us to interview all criminals before they are taken to court and a case is opened."

I nod, and my heart plummets. I'm going to have to tell them everything, aren't I? A piece of my black and silver streaked hair falls in my eyes, and I reach a hand to push it away, only to remember that my cuffs are restricting flexibility and movement.

We come to a waiting room type-place. There are seats and officers are milling around. I spot Hollow, moaning with a hand pressed to his head. Hangover, the darned things.

A few others that I don't know are giving me cold glares. I shiver and find a seat, pulling my legs to my chest and trying to relax. I don't like this, not at all.

"We have someone else in!" A young woman with light brown hair calls. A hand is placed on a hip, her eyes alight with a great arrest. "She's a funny one, she is!"

My breath catches in my throat as a familiar face is pulled into the waiting space. The platinum blonde hair and emerald green eyes are unmistakable. It's my sister, Dove. What is she doing here?

Cloud looks up and then at me. "Another granddaughter?" He shakes his head. "No, seriously, what is happening with my family?"

Dove looks over at me and smiles, giving me the best wave she can in cuffs. "Guess what she stole?" The lady with brown hair holds up a diamond necklace. "She stole this!"

I roll my eyes. Typical Dove! She always chatters on about how she wants huge diamonds and glitter at her wedding, on her prom dress, everywhere really. And look where diamonds got her!

"Miss Ivy Woodfalleh." A man with raven-black hair calls. I get up on shaking legs and journey into the interviewing room. He sits down and rests his hands on the metallic table. "I'm Crow Fathermund, and I will be interviewing you."

I know that name from somewhere. But where... oh, yeah! Crow is the father of Breeze, the reason why Breeze joined us, as well. And then, not sure whether this is just gossip, but some people think that he's also the father of some other kids as well... I think I'd like to find out who.

"What were you doing with the Dark Vengeance's?" Crow tilts his head and then sighs. "I know you're a good kid, or supposedly, at least. You've got quite good grades in school and you've got some nice friends. What is a seventeen year old like you doing with hooligans like them?"

I search for something to say. "I-" I break off and stare at my hands. "It's hard to explain."

"You don't have to do any explaining." Crow looks towards some officers behind a window. "Turn the presentation on, please."

Up pops an image of Hawk. I shudder under his icy blue eyes, even if it is just an image on a computer thing. If I didn't know him, I'd say he's relatively handsome. But, sadly for me, I do know him and I wouldn't say that ever. Ever.

"This is Hawk Frose." Crow explains. "He is an alleged criminal. He's stolen multiple cars, stolen numerous weapons and drugs, caused huge fights and murdered several persons."

"Murdered?" I tilt my head, tears threatening to fall. I had a feeling that I was being used. He had never told me about killing people. "What is he planning? Have you spoken to him yet?"

"We haven't interviewed him yet, no." Crow sighs. "We're not sure what he's planning. But we do have someone who wants to talk to you. Lionel, come in."

A boy a bit older than me, eighteen or nineteen, walks in. He has golden blonde hair and is broad-shouldered. Crow stands and leaves the room.

"Hello Ivy." Lionel nods. "I was in your position once. They asked me to join them and I was trained by Hawk and Tiger. Not Tiger Junior." He adds.

I inhale sharply. "When were you with them?"

"When I was fourteen." Lionel tells me. "Six or so years ago."

"What do you need me to do?" I ask, tilting my head to the side in interest.

"I want you to spy for us." Lionel tells me. "We need to find out what they're planning."

"Spy?" I whisper. It would be easy, I guess. But what would I get? I've still stolen a car and committed various other offences to the law. I'll still have to go to court. And not to mention..

"So what do you say?" Lionel prompts, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Are you going to spy for us?"

I pause, hesitating. "Okay."

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