<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ace was sitting in a tree house over a police station knitting what looks like a hat. His multi-brown scarf was sitting next to him and his sweater hood down, blood stains on the inside of the tree house. His knitting needles flowing swiftly through the yarn. Ace looked as if he wasn’t even thinking about it, he was just doing it. He really had his mind on something else, how the heck he came to be living in a tree house over a police station. He accidentally pricked himself with his extremely sharp knitting needles, he let out a sharp breath and sucked on his bleeding finger and sat there continuing to think, why are needles so sharp? “It’s my weapon…” Why am I living in a tree house? “Hide out…” Why is yarn tied around your leg? “Another weapon…” He took his finger out of his mouth and just stared at it, little droplets of blood fell on his work in progress hat. He just shook it off and picked up the needles and started to knit again as the blood continued to fall onto the yarn. </span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I smirked under the scarf and in a flash I was kneeling down on one leg and the needle I have in my hand inches away from his eye</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“No…”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“This isn’t where I started….”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“This is too late in my story….”</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ace shook his head and started over with his story.</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was knitting in my club showing everyone a new stitch for the week. Three young males came in and smirked, I looked up and saw them. I looked back down at my work, those were the idiots that came and disrupted my club every day after school… One came over pulled on the end of my brown scarf and pulled me up, I choked and gasped for air as he pulled me to my feet. The other kids in the room felt uneasy as they backed themselves up to the wall to scared to do anything, I didn’t blame them. Once I was on my feet the male yanked the scarf and I fell again, I got to my knees and stopped and just looked down not getting up. </span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I…. I…. “</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">He shook his head and went on.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The male smirked and looked up the others,</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“You people are just a bunch of gay idiots!”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Yeah!” Another male backed him up,</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Knitting is a girls job!”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was shaking at this point, and I knew I was crying faintly….</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“That’s when I lost it….”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“Only for a bit…”</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I stood up and uppercut the male that choked me since he was still standing over me, my scarf shooting up in the air as I stood up. When the male fell back his other friends cussed at me and one went over and helped him up and the remaining one took me by my arms. </span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“I-it was a little hard since I’m smaller than most males…”</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“But I did it…!”</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The guy I uppercutted stood up and looked up me, he was bleeding, “oops…” I said in a bitter remark. He chuckled and smacked me over the head, “you are one annoying little pest!” I stayed silent, the other people in the room ran and the males that attacked me laughed, I cried. I bit my lip trying to stop but I couldn’t. They laughed harder, we were the only people in the room. They punched me, I fell. They kicked me, I cried. They told me the horrible things they would do, I curled up. An adult came in and yelled at them and I just sat there crying silently. The adult came over and asked if I was alright as the males shuffled out, I nodded that I was fine and got up. I put my sweater hood on and picked up my scarf that fell when they were beating me up. I wrapped it around my neck and left as the adult just stared at me as I left in a worried look.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">When I got home my parents asked how club was, I ignored them and ran up to my room crying. </span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“W-what happened next….”</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In about 5 minutes they were in my room talking to me, I shut up like a vault full of secrets. I kept repeating that I was fine, I hated lying to my parents, I loved them. I knew my dad could help since he was a police officer, but I didn’t want it to become worse. They sighed and left. I got up from my bed and started knitting, knitting was my vent… Still is. Dinner came and I got up and went downstairs, I can never lose my appetite. My moms food is the best, I love her food. Tonight she was serving pork chops which were my favorite dish. I ate up and then she brought out some salad, I ate that too, her salad dressing is amazing. I excused myself and went back to my room.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I was scared to go back to school, but I went anyways. I was never bothered until the end of the day came and I was heading to my club room. When I came in everyone was ready and I smiled, excited and forgetting everything that happened yesterday.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">They came. It happened again, my club members ran out right when they came in. It was like time was repeating itself, but this time I stood up when they choked me. I looked up with a crazed look, my eyes glowed and I punched the male in the gut and sweep kicked the other two males and took the needles out of the yarn I was using and stabbed one of the males that fell when I tripped them up in the hand, I did it with force so the needle went down to the bone but that’s when it stopped, I wasn’t that strong. The one I punched tried to tackle me but I slipped away and he fell on top of the needle in the guys hand and it went down farther and he screamed in pain as he pushed the guy off with the other hand and looked at the stabbed hand as the needle went all the way through. The last male must of fainted due to the whole hand thing because he was out cold. I ran putting the sweater hood up hearing the screams adults rushed in but I forced my way through.</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“N-no…”</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I ran home and grabbed a pair of needles, and wrapped some yarn around my leg. I packed plenty of yarn in my sweater pocket and grabbed tons of cash and a belt and put my needles in one of the holsters for guns, I was crying as I did so, “why!?” I screamed as I ran out the door. I then remembered the treehouse over the police station, I ran there to hide for a while. </span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After a while night fell and I was on the top floor of my two story tree house knitting. I had a sudden urge to go down and take a walk and maybe find something to calm me. I had to be careful though so I used my scarf as a masked, I covered my lower half of my face with it and put my sweater hood up. I climbed down the tree and started walking. I saw on a light post the police asked the community to help find a convict. I looked at the flyer as a figure came up to me, I looked up and looked back at the flyer, same person. I gulped as the person came closer, “you looking at my ad?” He smirked, he said it in a dark kind of humor. I backed up as he came closer and reached for a gun in his pocket and pointed it at me, “you knit? Ha,”  my eyes widened as I felt like crying but I dismissed it and felt a growing rage tearing through my body. I lunged at him without thought and he growled as we both fell. He tried shooting but I tied the yarn that was on my leg onto his hand without him knowing when we fell. I pulled the yarn and he fired into the air. I got up but he was still on the ground cursing trying to get up but I stepped on his hand. I looked down at him and held onto the yarn with a firm grip and grabbed one of the light blue needles from the holster and he looked at me with a questioned face. I smirked under the scarf and in a flash I was kneeling down on one leg and the needle I have in my hand inches away from his eye. I laughed insanely as he started to cry and stabbed his eye. I tore the needle out the eye coming with it. The optic nerve seeming to play tug-a-war with me, the guy screamed, blood coming from his empty socket. I tugged and the optic nerve ripped out of the males socket with a tear noise. I laughed as the guy screamed and with pain and fury I stabbed the males chest the needle going down reaching the heart and he screamed louder. </span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">“NO!”</span></p>



<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I took the eye off my needle and tugged the other needle out of the guys chest. He was still alive so I sat next to him my sympathetic side not wanting him to die alone even though he’s a criminal and now I am too. After a bit I dragged him to the police station and threw a tiny hat I knitted over his head and left to a lake near by to wash off.</span></p>

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.15;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#000000;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">I came back home and looked around before climbing up the tree at the police station. I started to think and I then knew I would stay up here all my life and go down at night and murder killers and all types of abusers.</span></p>


<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);white-space:pre-wrap;">He finished the hat and placed it on one of the human heads he had in the corner and smiled. The sun was setting and he put on his scarf and put his hood up. “It’s been a year exactly, time to break the record,” he said happily and jumped off the first story of the tree house and landed in the grass before running off.</span>