Hello my ninjas. Here is the next chapter for Wanted. OK LETS DO THIS

Chapter 3

After eating the meal they gave me. I sat and finally let myself think. First, I thought about the two people who had helped me out back in the alley. My captors. So many questions were going through my head. It was like a tornado ripping everything to shreds. Why did they help me? Who were they? Did they need something from me? What are they going to do? In the note that they left; it explained that they were trying to help me. Only if they knew that they couldn't.

There were other questions waiting to be answered in my head but I decided to just ignore them for now. One problem at a time. Protect yourself. That was my main goal right now. I reached out and grabbed my right boot (My left foot was the one that got injured and had the cast on.) I took it off, ignoring the soreness and pain, and felt the inside of my boot for a pocket. Ah-hah. Here it is. I take out my dagger, put it down at my side, and put my shoe back on. I look at my dagger and smile. It was one of the only things that hasn't changed. It had a brown handle and was incraved with swirl designs. The blade was sliver and shinny. It was one of my possessions that I liked to keep clean.

I never go anywhere without a weapon. That was rule number one. I know I might not ever need this with these guys, though. They seemed nice and did give me food to eat... but then a voice in my head said " Don't trust anyone". Another rule, well at least part of it. Hopefully they were telling the truth but you never know.

Suddenly, I heard a squeak of a door opening and footsteps. I look straight ahead towards the noise. I stash my knife under pillow and lean my head against the wall behind me to hide it. My heart started to race and my breathing went silent. The foot steps were nearing closer and soon figures came into view. But there wasn't two of them; there was six. Shit, I should have guessed that they would bring back up. The group slowly walked up to me and sat down in a half circle that faced me. Two of them grabbed boxes to sit on. There was three males, two females, and one balloon robot. They looked at me, no analized me like I was some kind of alien. Everyone except one boy who looked was looking in any direction that wasn't facing me or his friends. Everyone was still until one of the guys nodded towards a girl as if it was her job to start things off. She took a deep breath and started.

"Hello, my name is Honey Lemon. Don't be scared. We are just going to ask you a few questions so we can help you. But first we should introduce ourselves." she smiled. I looked her up and down; she was a pretty blonde wearing a pink shirt with a cute bear face with polka dot leggings that covered her amazingly long legs. I wonder how tall she is? Honey Lemon smiled again and turned towards her friends and nodded at them. The other girl spoke first.

"I'm GoGo." she said curtly and nothing else. She seemed about my height and had purple high lights in her short raven black hair. Gogo had her arms resting on her legs and was staring straight at me, not breaking eye contact. I looked away. She was already making me feel uncomfortable, but I kept a straight face trying not the reveal that I was secretly dying inside of nervousness. The next boy in the circle spoke.

" Sup, I'm Fred but you can just call me Fred. Dude, you look super beat up like some kind of lone street fighter. Are you a street fighter? Can you..." said Fred eagerly until he was cut off and sushed by the tall boy to his left.

" Don't ask questions yet, we can wait until later. OH, Hi, I'm..." but before he can finish his sentence, Fred interrupted him and said " Wasabi. His name is Wasabi."

" I was going to say that" Wasabi countered. Fred looked like some kind of comic book hippie. A dirty comic book hippie. He wore a monster beanie and a Ironman shirt that I started to wish I had. Wow, I wonder where he got it from? Wait, pay attention!

My mind focused again. Wasabi on the other hand looked neat and smooth in a blue sweater. Can you even use the word smooth to describe a person? Amazing, his sweater fit him perfectly even though he seems very muscular and bulky.

"And this is Hiro and Baymax." They said simultaneously; both gestering toward the dark haired boy and then the inflatable robot next to him. My eyes widened and my breath hitched.

They were the ones who helped me off the streets. Finally my captors/saviours had a name, Hiro and Baymax.

UGGGG. I really loved writing this chapter. Thank you guys for reading and I would love to hear what you have to say in the reviews.

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DemonKittyHawk, Kelly, and WaterPheonixdragon

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