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๐“๐‡๐‘๐„๐„ ๐๐„๐Ž๐๐‹๐„ ๐–๐„๐‘๐„ ๐‘๐”๐๐๐ˆ๐๐† away through a tunnel, fighting their way out from guards. One fast than the two while the two others had the same powers and electrocuted each cop that was in their way. The three were named Asul, Pula and Quicksilver. But together, they were called Pamilya. "We have to get out of here. The Police might get here any second." Asul said, looking around the dark tunnel way. "Well, if there weren't so many fucking guards in this place, we'd be out of this bitch already." Pula said, complaining about the guards. Pietro laughed while Asul chuckled softly, both knowing Pula was joking around. Suddenly, two gunshots were heard and a pain came through both Asul and Pula's legs.

Pietro instantly ran over to the brother and sister. "Asul, Pula, are you guys okay?" Pietro asked them. Asul and Pula checked their legs to find the man that shot at them. Pula electrocuted him and the guard died instantly. "We can't make it. It's too deep." Pietro said, after checking the bullet wounds. The three heard more guards coming their way. "Pietro, you gotta go." Pula told the speedster. Pietro only shook his head, saying 'No'. "Pietro, it's okay. You don't deserve to go to some crappy prison. Go." Asul reassured, agreeing with her brother. He hesitated but hugged the brother and sister before speeding off. Asul looked at her brother, "You ready, Brooklynn?" Pula asked his sister. The siblings did their special hand shake and nodded to each other.

"I'm ready, Brandon. We fight together," Asul said and began their saying. "We die together," Pula included before the two finished together saying, "Villian's for life." Both siblings helped each other stand up and electrocute as many guards as they could together. That was until some guard had shot something in their necks. It was a sleeping drug. Asul fell on the ground and felt Pula fall next to her and took hold of her hand. "I love you, brother." Asul told her brother from the bottom of her heart. "I love you too, sister." Pula replied before he and Asul blacked out and everything went dark and silent.







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๐ˆ ๐–๐Ž๐Š๐„ ๐”๐ ๐€๐๐ƒ see I was in a grey and dirty cell. I get off the ground and run to the door but also realize my gunshot wound had healed. "Hey! Where's my brother! Pula!?" Asul called out and looked through the small square opening. "I don't see why you call your brother, Brandon, that." The severity guard with the name; Griggs said and came to the window. I looked at him with confusion and distaste. "Who the fuck are you and where's my brother?" Asul asked again and her voice rose a bit. Griggs came closer to the door opening and answered, "My name is Griggs and your brother's probably fine." Griggs replied and answered. My eyes widened in worry once he said that.

"Probably fine? Can I talk to him? Please?" I begged, as much as I hated showing weakness, that rule broke when it came to my brother. "I might be able to let you see him but you'd have to help me first." Griggs said, making up a deal. I heard a zipper down below open and I looked at Griggs with even more disgust. "You sick fuck! Your crazy if you think I'll do that!" I shouted at the man. Griggs only shrugged and grabbed the back of my neck and slammed my face into the window frame. I felt rapid blood bleed from my nose. "Well, then, you won't get to see him for a while." Griggs finished before he closed the window slide, leaving me alone with my bloody face. I don't know how long I have in this hell whole, but I might as well get comfortable.




















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