Samantha

"Your phone is ringing." Adam announced from the kitchen.

"Who is it?" Sam replied, half asleep on the couch. After a moment, Adam snorted. "Who?" She pressed, sitting up. He wiggled his eyebrows comically and held it up for her to see.

"Lover boy. I'm going to answer." He teased, pressing the green button. Samantha scrambled to her feet and reached for her phone, but he held it out of her reach. "Ooh, Street!" He gushed, mocking Sam's voice. "I was just-"

"Sam!" Street's voice echoed through the phone, cutting off her older step-brother. "Sam, I was frickin right! You need to-" his voice cut off, and there was a sudden clacking of the phone hitting the ground. The siblings froze.

"Street?" Sam gaped as Adam lowered the phone. "Street!!" She repeated louder. Adam's eyes widened, but he remained quiet. Just as sudden as it had gone silent, the line went dead. Adam set the phone back on the counter, watching his sister's face.

"We have to go. He couldn't have gone far." She demanded, making a break for the door. She hopped on one foot as she put a shoe on. Adam blinked at her and didn't move. "What are you waiting for? Come on!" She screeched, shoving the other shoe on and leaving the door open behind her. Her breath came out in short little gasps as she took off to the right.

Please don't be stupid please don't be stupid. She pleaded, rounding a corner. She hesitated when she noticed a dark van parked by the curb. The largest door was just shutting, and it roared to life.

"Frick." She hissed, her feet flying under her. She felt a sharp grip on her shoulder, and she got pulled backwards.

"It's too late." Adam's voice muttered in her ear. "It's too late." He gripped her upper arms to keep her from breaking from his grip.

"Let me fricking go! We can still help him!" She jerked back, but her brother's hold was too strong. They watched in silent misery as the van pulled out of the neighborhood. "I hate you!" She whirled around, tears streaming down her cheeks, and threw a punch into her brother's chest. "I hate you I hate you!" He winced but took every hit without shrinking back.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, his arms wrapping around her in a hug. "I'm so sorry."
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Nick

"I have a proposition, son." Nick flinched at the word 'son'. That had bad memories. "We can let you go early, but we need something in return." The burly police officer across him clapped his hands behind his back and paced. Nick kept his eyes on the table in front of him and occasionally tapped his fingernail against the metal.

"Of course you do." Nick spoke finally.

"Aren't you interested in knowing what?" The officer raised an eyebrow. Nick bit his lip.

"Sure." He tried to look like he didn't care, but his curiosity was edging him on.

"I need you to help us get any remaining books." Nick spat, causing the man to lean back. "You'll earn your freedom." He reminded him. That made the teenager hesitate.

"And if I decline?"

"You'll be stuck in here," he gestured to the cells with a grim expression, "for the next two years."

"Two..." Nick muttered, glancing down at his hands. He was pretty sure they couldn't hold him for that long, but he wasn't about to take any chances. He glanced back up towards the officer and looked him dead in the eye. "What do you want me to do?"
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Street

"...frick." Street murmured, sitting up a little too quickly. Black dots swarmed his eyes and blocked his vision. He moved to his stick hands out in front of him to steady himself, but he felt them tied together. Wonderful. When his vision washed back in, it wasn't much different. His eyes flickered around, quickly observing his surroundings. He was in a van, from what he could tell... no doubt the one he saw earlier.

"Took you long enough." A voice replied next to him. He jumped, accidentally slamming his head against a metal cabinet above him. He quickly reached up to rub it, but remembered he couldn't.

"Who are you?" He searched for the voice, and found a man in black sitting across from him. He was wearing a mask which only displayed his dark brown eyes. They formed into little crescent moons as he waved.

"I'm Omega." He reached a hand out for Street to shake, but the teenager held back. He cleared his throat and brought his arm back in. "Don't worry... you don't have to introduce yourself. I know who you are. Such an odd name." He shook his head.

"I couldn't help but notice you're not in handcuffs." Street scoffed in reply, ignoring him. He nodded and sighed.

"Unfortunate turn of events, yes, but don't worry.... this isn't a ransom thing. We don't want anything but you." Omega assured him.

"I don't know wether to be flattered or disturbed." Street sniffed. The man chuckled.

"Flattered. We're doing you a favor."

"If it were a favor, why did you tase me, restrain me, and throw me into a van?" He pointed out. Omega looked hurt.

"You wouldn't listen to us if we tried to talk to you. We had to... take measures into our own hands. Heh." He smiled at the pun.

"Well, if I wouldn't listen to you, then kidnapping me to tell me wouldn't change very much." He hissed. Omega's eyes lifted into little moons again.

"Good point, yet we figured we could at least convince you." He shrugged. The van suddenly came to a stop, which sent Omega and Street into the driver and passenger seats. Omega let out a curse and stumbled to his feet. "Holy heck, Beta!" He grumbled, rubbing his side. "What got into you?" The driver's shoulders shook slightly as he suppressed a chuckle.

"I was bored, and your gibbering was annoying me." He explained, opening the driver's door and hopping out. "Plus, I've always wanted to do that." He moved around to the side and opened the sliding door. They appeared to be in some sort of building... like a garage. Just as Omega made for the door, Street lunged for the open space.

"Hold up, there." Omega stopped him calmly, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him back.

He's strong. Street cursed in his thoughts as Omega hopped down beside him.

"I'm off, Omega." Another voice mentioned nearby. All three turned to meet the figure, and Street instantly felt surprised. A girl, hardly older than him, flipped her reddish-brown hair to the side as she locked eyes with Street.

"Delta! Put you're mask back on." Omega scolded, holding a hand over Street's eyes as if he were a child.

"I'm not worried. He'll be joining us, anyways." She mused, slipping a motorcycle helmet onto her shoulders.

"Snazzy." Beta snorted beside them.

"You don't know that for certain." Omega pointed out as Street slapped his hands out from in front of his face.

"Don't worry... I have faith in you." She walked up to Street and tipped back her helmet to kiss his cheek. "Later." She waved, hopping on a nearby motorcycle and reviving the engine. She held a hand up in farewell as she roared out of the garage. Omega turned back to Street with a hurt look on his face.

"She's never kissed me."
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