Idk what to say. Moo.

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Chapter 8:

"You guys stay here," Adam said in a hushed voice. He walked up the stairs and opened the door. "Um, hi." Two police stood at the door.

"Is there an adult in the house we could speak to?" one of the officers asked, showing a badge.

"My parents are sleeping. What's this about?" Adam replied.

"We've been ordered to warn everyone in the neighborhood to look out for anyone or anything suspicious," said the other officer. "There have been reports of people spraying graffiti around town. I personally don't think it's that big of a threat, at least right now, but we're just following instructions."

Adam shrugged and sighed. "Alright. I'll be sure to let my parents know in the morning." He tried to sound as innocent as possible.

"Thank you," the first officer said, giving a slight nod. "We'll be on our way. Have a safe night." Adam watched the two officers leave his house and go to the one across the street before closing the door and returning back downstairs.

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It was on the morning news, on the internet, and pretty much everywhere else. No matter where or how people found out about it, the news along with its message spread quickly.

Everyone got the message of what the graffiti was trying to tell them, but no one liked it. The public was afraid.

The morning announcements at Harborshore High School (made that up :3 it's kinda a combination of the names of two middle schools in my town x3) came, and that was the first thing the vice principal addressed.

"We realize there has been an incident last night involving certain bad things. If anyone, that goes for students and staff, knows anything, please report it as soon as possible. This is an important matter." The vice principal spoke a bit more, and then the morning announcements went on as usual with their usual boring crap.

Right before the bell for first period rang, the vice principal's voice came over the intercom. "The following people please report to the principal's office..."

They all knew their names were going to be called. Of course the odd people out were the first you would think have something to do with this. Well, yeah, they actually DID do it, but still.

"Where are Dakota, Felix, and Toby?" the principal asked once everyone had arrived in his office and the door was closed. The look on his face told them he already knew the answer to that.

"How would we know?" Jason said.

"Just asking." He sighed and slid his chair to the computer. He continued to talk. "So where were you all last night? Did you do anything interesting?"

"If you count packing to change foster parents again as 'interesting', then yes," said Rosie with a laugh.

He took and deep breath, annoyed, but didn't take his eyes off the computer screen. "Anything else? Anyone?" No one said anything. "Fine, then. Return you your classes. All except, Rosie and Kiona. You two, take a seat." He gestured to the two seats in front of his desk. Once everyone left, he turned to them.

"Something wrong, principal man?" Kiona asked.

The principal opened a desk drawer and fished out a half-empty bag of skittles. "This look familiar to either of you? It was found near Dunkin Donuts earlier this morning." He looked a both of them in the eyes.

They glanced at each other. Kiona gave Rosie an "Are you serious?" look.

"What are those?" Rosie asked, snatching the bag. She grabbed a handful of skittles and popped them into her mouth. "Wow, these are good. I'll just save these for lunch or detention or some shit. Now if you'll excuse us, we have some learning to do. Thanks, principal man!" She pulled Kiona out of the principal's office and off to their first period class.

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"Are you three going to talk?" Harold picked up a gun. "Or am I going to have to make you talk?" He looked to the three teenagers sitting in the metal chairs before him in the small, dim room with their wrists and ankles cuffed.

None of them said anything. Harold called in his five spies in. "Do you want to know what happened to these five?" Still silence. "Well, you'll find out soon if you don't cooperate. Now I'm going to ask you again. What are the names of everyone in your little rebellion group, and what are you all planning to do?!" He raised his voice and stiffened his tone, but that served no effect.

Harold paced the room. He stopped in front of them and repeated his question once more, this time almost yelling. When no one spoke, he simply said, "Fine, then." He turned around to tell something to the five.

Ten minutes later, his three prisoners were hanging upside down by a rope tied to their feet with their wrists chained to the floor.

"You gonna talk now?" Harold asked after a bit.

"Nope," Dakota said. "We're never going to tell you anything, just face it, dude."

Frustrated, Harold had them untied and unchained, returning them to the metal chairs from before. A guard entered the room and handed him a stack of folders and whispered something in his ear. A wide smirk crossed Harold's face. He turned back to his prisoners. "Looks like it's too late for you three. I've just received files and records of all sixteen people involved, including you." He waved the folders in the air, taunting them. He left the room with the five spies, laughing.

And soon, he had Dakota, Felix, and Toby in his hidden laboratory strapped to machines and with their brains...exposed like he had done with the other five teenagers. This time, knowing what he was doing, he only took an hour to create all three chips to implant into their brains. And after another hour and a half of hard work, he had eight mind-controlled people working for him. Maybe he could gather enough people to create an army.

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I just realized, this is gonna be a reallyyyyyy long book x3 I know for sure it's gonna be longer than Into Minecraft. And also, I'm planning to have a sequel for this maybe :3