Run. Run as fast as I can. There are two things that could
happen. One is that I make it and everyone I love will be ok, or the other one
where I don’t make it and they all die because I couldn’t protect them. I’m running
as fast as I can. I turn a corner and there is my house with…. No there already
there. I jump using the powers I inherited from my dad to lift me over the
first police cars that were blocking the road. I hear them shout warning as I fly
over them heading for the front door. Then I see them. Out the corner of my eye
I see them piling out of the truck. I swivel in mid-air to face them. These things
of meal piling out of the back of the truck point all their guns at me and dam.
There are a lot of them. I float down so that I’m in front of the house. Then a
man hops out of the truck. He walks over to me and stops just inches from my
face.
“Now no one needs to get hurt all we what to do is help you.
That’s all.” He gestures at the armour hulks. “We can hurt you but I don’t what
to. You’re a good boy Noah and you know it. so come with me and we can all be friends
right?” I turn to look at my house and that’s when he hit me round the head.
Now I’m in this prison. Made for people like me. I can’t
leave and I can’t do anything. I’m stuck here.
My name is Noah and this is my life.
Need some help with next bits.. might go back to his past or show off the prison.. need your help.
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