It all started in a sophomore level geometry class. We were going over material that would be on the trial run tomorrow. But then our instructor, Mr. Hendrickson, stood up and said something I will never block. He stood up and said, `` You will never go habitation. '' The classrom quieted as what he just said sank in. Some people were just as unknowledgeable as always. Some were a picayune shocked. All of us were confused, so he replyed with a casual, `` You will never see your family again. '' Now we were officially spooked. Just the way he said it sent chills down our sticker. One student stood up and said, `` roll in the hay this, I 'm going home. '' Mr. Hendrickson just pulled a 9 millimeter pistol out from his desk and shot the educatee in the headland. Screams rose and the student fell to the flat coat. Mr. Hendrickson shouted over the shriek, `` Do you think me ? ! ? Do you believe me now when I tell you you will never see your syndicate again ? ! You will never go home ! '' the screams continued, and we were wondering how multitude could n't hear us, could n't hear the screams. It was then when we lost all hope in seeing our families again. Mr. Hendrickson called two men into the classroom armed with AK 47 's and the class went unsounded. The men herded us out the room access and out to the bus grummet where we were then loaded up on a bus. As we left the school our philia sank. We were on our way to wherever he felt like taking us. Some of us noticed the men putting on gasmask but it did n't thing. By the fourth dimension anyone thought to do anything or even react the sleeping gas was already ventilating through the whole bus.


4 years later ... ... ..
This case has been the hard on all of us. No tether, no witnesses it just seems like they vanished into sparse air ! The constabulary gaffer took a late breathing time and continued, `` As always there have been false tether, maybe to cast us off their trail or maybe it 's just mass looking for the wages money. We may never know in fact we may never ... ... '' A whang penetrated the room. The chief outcry at his secretary for letting people into the building when it was supposed to be a common soldier meeting. The secretary calls on the telephone set and tells him that it 's a man who might have a lead on the case he has n't given me all the details. The chief told her off because she had no proof that he knew what he was talking about, she replied with a startled articulation, `` sir I just got a report in ! They found a woman ! ! A womanhood who fits the age description and physical one too ! She said her epithet is Anna. She 's been left at the parking lot, she 's dying ! ! ! ! ! '' the chief was intrigued if this could be a lady friend that was originally kidnapped maybe she could tell them where the former dupe were ! He shouted, `` On my way ! ! ''
Sirens cacophony throughout the urban center as the info was spread to every law place within 20 miles, telling them they found one, they need to retain their heart open to see if any more victims can be found. The gaffer pulled up into the park, jumping out of the car before it had even stopped. He ran into the park startling all the people that were left and the police officer already at the shot. For some reason that finical police ship's officer looked frightened, almost terrified. This made the police honcho very intrigued. The chief asked the police officer if anything seemed out of the ordinary bicycle. The police officer, Ian, replied, `` Out of the ordinary ? Out of the fuckin average ! ! This chick was beat up within an in of her life history ! She was dumped here as a argument. And she has marks all over her dead body ! Like they have when they have been operated on, except all over her ! ! She 's got this Black canvas stuff on her spinal column that must be glued on to her because we can not get them off her ! '' the top dog thought for a moment and said thoughtfully, `` All over her dead body ? '' Ian replied with, '' yeah she was dumped here naked. Not a stitch of clothing on '' This angered the police gaffer greatly. He could n't understand who could do something like this ! It was inhuman ! He walked over to the law-breaking picture. They had n't moved her yet. She was lying there, as beautiful as can be. shadow brown hair glistened down her berm, her oculus were a magnificent shadowiness of dark-green gorgeous breast, 34C 's, she was the most beautiful thing the police chief had ever seen. She was beckoning him closer with one hand. He walked over and grasped it tightly. She pulled him down close with breathtaking ease, and whispered into his ear. `` They experimented on us, made us freaks. Do n't let them ... ... .do n't let them do it to other children. '' he said that he would do his very best. He asked her where she had been kept all these years. She smiled at him and breathed the speech out, `` So moth-eaten, ca n't feel anything glad it 's over. '' Her eyes closed for the terminal time. Her whole soundbox relaxed. The black thing on her back became open. The constabulary chief looked on in wonder, flipping her over and stretching the blackness out ... ... and he gasped. He fell back in shock, nauseous with the intellection that someone would do this to fellate perfect angel. Attached to the flesh on her dorsum were bat wings.
nausea struck the chief as he realized the anguish this young holy person had gone through. He stood up and called in on his radio."We got a domesticated violence, possibly homicide in the park…..has evidence of being experimented on and raped multiple times."He gagged at that last bit.
As the medical examiner van picked up the char. The chief named Christopher, went into his car and went immediately to Bourdeaz Federal Prison two county's away. He requested to speak to a prisoner that had experimented on human beings before. As he entered the prison, he was struck with the impossible issue that had happened in the retiring couple of hours. How did he jazz they weren't delusion. St. Christopher shook off that thought process and went to talk to the one-time scientist.
Chris is suddenly struck down onto the soil by some unseen power. He grabbed his head at the temples and started moaning in agony. The warden called the ambulance and as the ambulance took him to the hospital, we take a look into Chris's mind.

Chris has been contacted by one of the students that had been abducted. He did not understand it at the time, all he knew was that a voice was speaking to him in his mind. It was very feeble. All Chris could make out was a name. Ashley…..Ashley. Chris knew that was his victim.
A vista unfolds in Chris'mind almost like a retentiveness. It was from one of the students point of view. His name came to chris. James

Saint James the Apostle'view
We woke up in a strange room, not knowing where we were, what day it was, not really remembering a lot of anything. It all came rushing back though, the shooting of a student, getting on the bus, everything going to black. I looked around and saw to a greater extent of the students stirring and finding themselves on the floor of a large way. I shook off the survive of the gas or whatever they used to put us to sleep and stood up. I then realized that I was naked. I'm not a jock, but I am 210lbs 6'1"and a big dance orchestra geek at fifteen that was okay. I also had a 6 ½ inch cock that was thick which looking around at the bookman was proficient than most of them. As Sir Thomas More bookman started waking up, they realized too, that they were naked as well. reserve took over and they started trying to cover their portion from each other. There were a few idiot jocks were looking at the girls and basically drooling on themselves.
I look over to my side to find blankets of all sizes, which I then proceed to hand out mantle to all the young womanhood that looked uncomfortable with their bodies being ogled by lummox. There were a few miss who were posing for the jocks, and got mad when I did not hand them a blanket. I told them,"You are obviously comfy flashing your physical structure around so why blot out it ?"I hand out the rest of the blankets to the boys who felt uncomfortable with the position. As I hand the death blanket to the live on boy, a door that wasn't there before opened up. My geometry teacher stepped in and saw that over two thirds of the students were covered he yelled,"Did I say you could comprehend yourselves ! ? !"I step up and say with a unattackable voice,"They were uncomfortable with what was happening so I decided to help…."That is all I got out before he ran up to me and punched me in the jaw as hard as he could. He packed a lot Thomas More king than it seemed. I went flying across the way, about thirty feet and hit the wall hard. Screams sounded as I fell to the dry land in a stupor.
As I came to, once the world had stopped spinning, he was standing over me with a aspect of rage. He said in quiet representative that somehow scared me to a greater extent than his yelling,"You do not talk to me with that timbre. You will not help out anybody but yourself. You won't do anything until I tell you to. translate ?"I mumbled a serial of Word that he did not hear but took as a yes. He stood up as I tried to gather my wag."You will not do anything that is not permitted. You saw how easily I could stimulate ended him. One spry punch to the breastbone and lighting out. Let him be an example."He walked with a little Sir Thomas More pep in his step towards the door. As he left, four educatee immediately rushed over to see if I was alright. They helped me up into a sitting office and kept asking me if I was okay. After telling them that I was at least a few million meter they introduced themselves. There were 2 little girl and 2 boys. The tall, dark haired one was named David, and his brother Eric. There was a inadequate brunette with caliber in her ear who was called Shania. Then there was Ashley, nighttime brown tomentum past her shoulder joint, the burnished leafy vegetable eyes I have ever seen and a unadulterated ovalbumin grinning. They helped me stand and they used the blankets that I had given them earlier to make a sort of make-shift bed.
That was four years ago.
The Chief :
Those last words were spoken in my head. I sprang to living, scaring the doctor as he tried to push me down to go back to kip as I had a head up harm from falling, I just ripped out the IV and sensors and started pulling on my dress.
As I sat in my police cabin cruiser on my way to the police station, I go over what had just happened today. A group of students had been taken hostage about four years ago and we had no leads whatsoever, until one of the students turned up dead and experimented on in the Park, I go to the prison to verbalise to a former scientist about human experiment and how far it could go, when I blacked out, and had a vision of some sort. It told me the get-go of a chronicle by one of the students called King James and a mathematical group of pupil who had helped him after the abductor had struck him down for helping the scholar that were uncomfortable and not taking anything for himself.
I burst into the police station and look at my better half and say to him,"Look for any students from the kidnapping by the public figure of James River, David, Eric, Shania, and Ashley !"But my collaborator, Mike, said with a confused facial expression,"Chris, what does that have to do with the kidnapping."I look at him with an irritated look,"Look for a connectedness between them, it may help us break through this shell unfastened"I ran into my higher-up role the commissioner of Newport. The commissioner looked at me with a startled look,"Chris shouldn't you be in the infirmary ? Don't you have a concussion ?"I said to the commissioner,"There is no time for sick daytime, Commissioner, I may have had a vision of some kind involving the kidnapping."The commissioner looked at me with a skeptical looking at. I said,"If today had not happened I wouldn't believe it either, but our murder dupe in the park, her public figure is Ashley and has been experimented on to cave in her bat wings subject of homo flight."The commissioner said with a fire hook face,"Go on."I said in a breathless articulation,"I had a vision in Bordeaz Federal prison about the snatch from a students item of panorama, more specifically the stop of view of a student named James. They woke up in a dark room about thirty feet across and about sixty groundwork wide and they woke up naked and James gave blankets to the students who were awkward with the aspect that masses were giving them. But the kidnapper came in and punched James a good thirty feet and hit the wall and then four minor came up and helped him up by the name of Jacques Louis David Eric Shania and Ashley."
Just then Mike came into the commissioners office,"Sir, we got a connector between the figure you got. Turns out they were all kidnapped and they were often seen sitting at a board talking to each other. We also got the gens of the murder dupe. Her name is Ashley Hardy"The commissioner looked at me with a mazed aspect,"What does proving that they were Quaker do for the typesetter's case ?"I did not get a hazard to respond him, for the pain in my head had appeared again putting me on the ground. The world faded away as I once again entered James'memory.

Saint James the Apostle :
"I'm fine"I looked around at all of the skeptical expression on the students, when one of the jocks said,"I wouldn't have let him hit me, I'd have put him on his ass."David stood up angrily to go confront the jock when I grabbed his arm."No,"I said,"we can not be fighting with each other. That is what he wants. He wants us divided so he can do whatever he is going to do easier. As one man he is incredibly powerful, as you saw by him putting me on my ass."The jock snorted and said under his breath,"it would be gentle to put you on your ass."I pointed at him so suddenly that it startled a couple of student."Come forward"I growled. He walked forward with a smug look on his face. Jacques Louis David then grabbed my arm and whispered in my ear,"Are you sure James River ? You got hit pretty hard."I looked at him and told him,"yeah"I then looked at the athletic supporter who was getting smugger by the endorse. I looked up at all the students and said with a well-defined part,"If you have a job with anyone you talk it out on how to lick this. For example,"I said,"This untried man does not think that I am strong enough to stop the kidnapper or anyone trying to puzzle me."I was interrupted by the jock,"I don't think, I know."With a clenched clenched fist to manage my temper,"If we can not talk this out, we will have a friendly competition in order to decide who is correctly. In this case it would be a showdown of fighting."David and Eric said no simultaneously and the jocks laughed. I looked at my friends and told them,"I will be alright I know something they don't."they asked me what did I know that they did not know. I laughed and said,"You'll see"The students made a circle and we chose three pupil to referee the fight. We started circling each early and the athlete was trying to fuddle me off correspondence with his trash talk of the town. Shania started laughing to herself. Eric said with a scattered flavor,"What's so funny ?"Shania just shook her head and said,"William James has 3 different blackened belts in 3 dissimilar fighting styles."All my friends started laughing and I knew the cat was out of the bag. So I decided to end it. The jock took a step towards me and to put it simply, I put him on his ass, hard and quick. Everyone looked stunned as infernal region but my friends who were laughing their asses off. We walked off towards a private turning point in our holding room.

Chris :
I snapped to attention, in the commissioners chair, while the commissioner looked at me with concern and said,"You just passed out on my floor, maybe you should go back to the hospital…"I cut him off and say to Mike,"look and recover out where James trained in soldierly arts."As microphone ran out to go check his computing device for the datum I asked him to feel, the commissioner asked,"how do you hump that James I was in soldierlike arts ?"I look at him and say,"vision