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on her heels along with some of the other boys from his group of friends.
Bolting down the road as fast as possible, Raven didn’t bother stopping to breath, she didn’t stop when she realized she was soaked, or when she noticed that the car was still getting away. She kept running, even when the others stopped.
Joey caught up with her in no time, panting and soaked as well. He had sent the others back to keep an eye on the hysterical females. Not bothering to ask where she was going, Joey followed Raven until she came to an abrupt stand still.
Before Joey could question her, he was shoved behind hedge, Raven appearing next to him. She was paler than usual and looked as if she was about to collapse on him at any second.
“Look.” She whispered, parting some of the hedge to reveal an old mustang, with a tall, dark haired man leaning against it. He had what looked like a pile of clothes on the ground next to him. After a second, Joey realized it wasn’t a pile of clothes, but a small body.
While they were watching, a navy blue sedan pulled up behind the old mustang, a man slipped out of the sedan, a large bag thrown over his wide shoulder.
The new arrival was tall, maybe mid 30’s, wearing hole covered jeans, a brown leather jacket, and walked with a slight limp. All in all, the guy looked like a trouble maker.
Moving closer so they could hear, Joey and Raven listened intently.
“Hey, Boss. I got the girl, where should I put her?” The Man is the brown leather coat asked, shifting his feet.
“With this one, where else?”
When Raven and Joey heard the last voice, they froze. It was Gunther.
“Yes, Sir. Where’d you get this one?”
“Does it matter? Just hurry up.” Gunther demanded. Out of patience, Raven grabbed Joey and they burst from the hedge.
“What did you do with Mikey you jerk?” Raven sneered, walking right up to Gunther in the pouring rain and spreading her legs, crossing her arms, and lifting her chin, she waited for an answer.
“Why, he’s right here, not a hair on his head harmed.” Gunther said innocently, grinning evilly.
Raven rushed over to the boy on the ground, rolling him over. It was Mikey, and he was unconscious and freezing. Raven carefully removed her jacket and cover Mikey up with it.
“What’s in the bag?” Joey demanded, sneering at the man in the brown coat.
“Nothing that concerns you, nosy little brat.”
“Rafe, show them. It will be interesting to see the girls response.” Gunther said grinning. Rafe obeyed, unzipping the large body bag to reveal a girl about Raven’s age, with sandy blond hair and Scottish type features. The girl woke when she felt rain on her face.
The girl looked around in confusion for a minute, and then sat up abruptly. Scanning the area again she froze, staring at Raven.
“Raven?” The girl croaked in confusion, sounding as if it had been hours since she had last spoken. “Raven Dementia Black?”
“How do you know my name?” Raven asked, stunned.
“You don’t know who I am?”
“Nope, never seen you before.”
“Raven…I’m Yasmin Brooke, from Scotland.”


Chapter 15
later that night


Gunther’s eyes seemed to stare a hole in Raven as he sat in front of his four hostages, ready to explain their connection other than a loose friendship for the four of them.
“My name…,” He began, keeping his penetrating gaze on Raven, and evil grin spreading over his pale face. “Is Allen Gunther, and little Mikey here is my nephew. And Rafe over here is Joey boys Daddy.”
“You’re not my Uncle! You’re a mean man; I’m not even a little mean!” Mikey exclaimed, his baby blue eyes wide and brimming with tears. He didn’t want it to be truth, and for him, Raven didn’t either.
Looking over at Joey, Raven saw how he seemed to be biting his tongue to keep from yelling at the man who was claiming to be his father. Catching his eye she raised an eyebrow. A simple nod from Joey was enough to confirm everything said.
“Hi, Son, how’s your Mom doing? Think she’d mind if I dropped in on her later?” Rafe said. At that moment Joey and Raven both lost it. Throwing himself against the bars Joey screamed and cussed and Rafe, telling him to stay away from him mom. It didn’t take long until Mikey and Raven were all doing the same thing.
Rafe started laughing and wouldn’t have stopped if Joey hadn’t been able to reach out just enough to punch him in the gut. Bending over and cursing at Joey, Rafe sat on the floor trying to catch his breath.
For the first time in hours Raven smiled. Reaching out the bars or their cages, Raven, Mikey, and Joey all high fived.
Turning to Yasmin, Raven grinned and held up her hand. Yasmin grinned back and smacked her high five. Their little groups moment or joy ended when Gunther pointed a gun at Joey’s head, looking calm. Slowly the four kids smiles faded and they all paled.
“That wasn’t very smart, Boy.” Gunther said, looking serious and calm. Standing up, Gunther walked up to Joey’s cage and bent down to eyelevel with him. “Now, I knew you weren’t too bright, but I didn’t know you were that dense.”
“I’m not dense. I was peeved.” Joey said, his voice shook slightly but other than that and his pale face you would think he was talking to his best pal, not a guy sticking a gun in his face.
“I will admit that Rafe needs to learn when to speak and when not to, but you need to learn to work on your temper little boy, or one of these days it just might get you killed.”
Joey didn’t answer as Gunther pulled back and turned to stare down at Raven. “And you. What do you care if he hurts the woman? After all, she isn’t of any blood relation to you. Why should you care? You’re just crashing there till you decide you’re tired of them, right? I’ve had my eye on you little girl, I know everything about you. Even about your daddy’s little books. Maybe we should burn the house down, the woman and your daddy’s journals in it?”
Raven froze as the horror of losing the one family she had finally gotten and her last tie to her parents was threatened. Unable to move, Raven watched silently as Rafe and Gunther left the room.
“Raven,” Joey asked minutes later, his voice worried, breaking the strained silence on the room. “Are you ok? What was her talking about journals? Raven, you look about ready to pass out.”
Looking around at the other three, then at their surroundings, Raven slowly crawled closer to the bars that separated her and Mikey. Taking Mikey’s hand, Raven began explaining about the journals, her parents, and the rest of her past. The three listened quietly and they all sat in a stunned silence when Raven finished.
“Oh, Raven. I’m sorry; I wish you would have been able to trust me enough to let me know! My dad is a cop, I could have asked him to check out that file about your parents deaths while he was hear and see if they thought arson was a possibility!” Yasmin said, staring at Raven with wide eyes.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you guys, but it was something I needed to think about before telling you guys about it.” She said, as Mikey curled as close as possible trough the bars.
“Do you think Mr. Gunther will really burn down our house with Mommy and your Dad’s books?” Mikey asked, sounding scared and worried. He stares up at her with wide, trusting eyes.
“I don’t know, Mikey. But if he does, he’ll get his due, that’s for sure. If hurts…our mom, I’ll sic Joey on him, ok?” She said, grinning a little and looking at Joey. Joey’s mouth tilted up in a slight smile and he nodded, Yasmin smiles and agreed she would kick butt to, and Raven silently promised to make sure, if they made it through this, that Mikey found out if Gunther was really his uncle or not.
It had been a long day, they were all exhausted, and not a bit surprised when they all fell asleep, sitting as close together as possible in their separate little cages.


Chapter 16

Gunther flopped down on the couch and wiped a sweaty hand over his fore-head. Rafe walked over to the make0shift kitchen.
"Coffee, boss?"
Gunther grunted what sounded like a 'yes'.
Rafe could hear the four children talk next door. He stomped over, about to open the door and yell at them, maybe even throw something at them, but Gunther raised a hand to stop him.
"Let them Rafe. They won't be chatting happily for long."
Rafe stopped. He walked back over the kitchen, muttering to himself.
The room that they were in was small, about half the size of the room that the kids were in. The warehouse used to store old machinery. There were still a few old drills in the larger room. The smaller room was built as an extension for the people who worked the machinery to live in. It was very basic; a couch, a coffee table, two beds, a toilet, a tiny shower, and a 'kitchen' which consisted of a counter-top, a sink and a coffee maker.
"So… err, boss? What're we gonna do with them now?"
Gunther sighed.
"I've told you the plan over and over again!"
"Yeah… but", Rafe started, worried that he'd angered Gunther now.
"You didn't LISTEN!" Gunther shouted, slamming his hand down on the coffee table and jumping up. "You NEVER listen!"
Rafe began to shake. Gunther still had the gun in his hand, and when he was angry, Gunther could turn extremely violent. He had had two assistants in the past, but the second had been in the wrong place at the wrong time when Gunther got angry. Luckily for him, Rafe hadn't been there at the time, but he'd never seen his friend Hodge again.
Gunther's breathing began to steady, and he sank back down onto the couch.
Rafe, with shaking hands, carried his coffee over.
"Thanks mate", Gunther said in a gruff voice.
He clapped Rafe on the shoulder and walked over to the window.
Rafe sat down on the couch with a sigh of relief. Gunther never apologised outright, but, generally, a clap on the shoulder meant the same thing.
"We'll hold the kids until their parents figure out that they're gone", Gunther said suddenly. "When they
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