As a punishment to me for being lazy and a reward to you for reading this book, extra long chapter today! 1000 words! ~Nuke☢

Jason's POV

"Thank you for what?" I said, puzzled. "Everything. In his exact words, 'Tell them I said thank you. Thank you for everything, no matter what stupid things we did in our past. No matter how painful it was.'" I felt something slam me in the chest. Repeated memories of when Ian had first come replayed in my head, when we pranked him and unleashed a horrible beast, when Quentin died. When he was slowly draining the life out of Adam and Sub. When hi alternate from was ripping savagely at my flesh. I stumbled backwards for a moment and quickly regained balance. "Wait. How do you know exactly what he said?" Jason asked curiously. "He's speaks to me. He's in my head. He guides me." At this his wings began to flutter a little bit. Mitch stumbled backwards a little when he saw his wings move. "Oh and Ty, my dad wants to know, have you made any more stupid mistakes recently?" I swear I saw his eyes start to swirl with blue and green. "Uhh...no???" "Good." I completely fell over and slammed into the back wall. Something about the way he said it irked me... "You 'kay Jason?" His cold blue eyes pelted through my eyes into my mind. "What is it?" he asked curiously, he flapped his wings and lifted a few feet off the ground. "uhh nothing.. I think.." Everyone stared at me weird. "Trust me, it was nothing."

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Colton's POV

I was led to my room by a man with small black ear piercings. He smiled awkwardly as he said, "this used to be Ian's room. When there was still a Team Crafted..." I walked in and sat on the bed. The man slowly walked out of the room, silently swinging the door closed. I fell backwards on the bed and stared at the picture. I quickly found my dad in the picture and stared into his eyes. I stared at it for hours until my eye grew heavy and I fell asleep.

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Adam's POV

Quentin gently shook Colton awake. The he rubbed his eyes and sat up. "You better have a good reason for waking me up or I will destroy everything in this room," he said with a tone that commanded respect. "Oh, we just realized that we probably have a lot of explaining to do because, if I remember correctly, you've never seen us before," I reply to him. "I'm Adam." "I'm Quentin." "I'm Mitch." "I'm Jerome." "I'm Jason." "And I'm Ty." "Together we make up Team Crafted. Or we did. It broke up a few years ago," I said, "your dad was part of it too of course, but he..." "Died," Colton finishes for me. "Yeah.." Mitch trails off. "Well actually we also wanted to say you have to leave soon." Ty adds. "What? Why?" Colton asks, bewildered. "If you stay to long they will find you. The best we can do about that is give you the supplies to be able to live secretly on the streets." "Oh.. oh yeah.." "It's ok though, you can visit secretly. Actually, you would have the entire mansion to yourself!" I interject. "Good. I guess. I don't really have use for staying so I can be on my way now!" "Wait, I need to get something." Then Ty walks out of the room.

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It was dark. I stood on the porch out back. A stay dog squeezed between some loose fence planks and walked up to me. "Hey, what are you doing here?" I had always had a soft sporting for animals. It barked and trodded back to the fence. It turned around and barked again. "What, do you want me to follow you?" It barked, as it seems, in response. "Ok." I ran after it and hopped the fence. Don't ask me what I was thinking. As soon as I managed to get one block away from the mansion, I felt a cold, calloused hand clasp over my mouth. "Don't scream or move. I have been given orders to try to capture you alive but I have permission to slit your throat," a rough voice said in my ear. I was blindfolded, perhaps by another person. The gagged me also and threw me into a hard metal room. I assume it was a truck becuase I could feel the thrum of the engine. I lied on the cold metal surface for a long time before it came to a halt and I was dragged to some unknown location. I felt my arms and legs get strapped to.. something and I was left alone. I thought of course. I didn't really know. I was blindfolded. After a while I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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Seto's POV

I watched as the guards dragged the boy into the cell and secured him in his cell chair. I would begin the first faze of the experiments tomorrow. He was unusual though, he didn't make a sound as the guards dragged him to his cell. As the door slammed shut I placed my hand over it and emitted a faint energy ray from my palm. The door was much like a fingerprint scanner but it scanned magic. The entricate web of strands of power, forged from memories and other things. It was recently programmed to accept my magic, when I was assigned to lead this project. From what I had seen on recording, this is most likely the work of an angel. Most likely corrupted, or maybe not, maybe something else. We would find out more tomorrow. General Pacific approached me. She was tall and her hair was pulled back on a tight bun. She had high cheek bones which rather accentuated the jagged scar that ran from the top of her left cheekbone to bottom of her right jaw. He stared at me and said,"I am looking forward to see what weapon will be from this boy." I opened my mouth to respond but no sound came out, my mouth had gone dry. Finally I gathered up the courage to stutter, "once we establish c-control over him we c-can test him out on the p-prisoner." "Perfect," she said, flashing me a cruel smile. She gave me chills. I walked back to my office and sorted the papers lying on my desk that were never put away. As I was rummaging through it, I saw a letter with me name on it. It had a Team Crafted logo on it. I flipped it over and looked at the return address, it was the address of the Team Crafted mansion. Memories raced through my head, some good some bad. I set the envelope down and walked out of the room. Locking it behind me. I probably should have read it. But when I did it was too late.

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Author's Note

Sorry. I'm lazy. But I gotta say thank you @YuffieProductions for making Yuffie's Writing How-to's and giving that kick in the butt that I needed to get my story to continue to flow. I really suggest you read it if you haven't already. It's literally the BEST writing guide ON THE PLANET. ~Nuke☢