Instead of struggling, I tugged my wrists downward, and he fell flat on his face. I pinned his arms to the ground, digging my knees into his shoulders, and pressing the tip of my boots against his legs to keep him from breaking free. "Not so fast. I could turn you in right now, or I could kill you myself, if i wanted to." "If you killed me, you'd be arrested." "Hm, not quite. Your more known that you think, Connor. And the police would love to see you captured or killed. I'd be protecting the citizens. So I wouldn't be doing anything wrong, technically." He chuckled. "Yeah, well, here's the thing, Shelby. I'm not the only one that's well know by others." In an instant, about nine others, dressed in long, dark cloaks, circled us. And they all had weapons pointed at me. Some guns, a few bow and arrows, and some of them stood there with their powers activated. I scowled. Then the puzzle pieces clicked together. "So that was all you back there?" "I don't know what your talking about, Shelby, I didn't do anything." He answered with mock innocence and sarcasm. I rolled my eyes. He was starting to get on my nerves, but I didn't lash out. "Let the boss go." One of the figures said, cocking their gun. But I didn't listen. "You sure know what your doing, don't you?" I mocked, but we both knew it was true. He'd been able to sneak into the school, believed to be a hero in training. He had most likely leaked information to his team so they could get in. He had snuck up on me without me noticing. He was threatening the citizens so I would keep quiet. If I put him in prison, he'd escape anyway, and if I tried to kill him, he would possibly end up killing me. "All of this was an act." "Are you surprised?" He teased, his voice almost growl-like. "Honestly? I'm not as surprised as I should be." At this, he didn't say anything, so I explained. "Once I first saw you, in the abondaned hospital, I had wondered who you were. A hero, a villain, or some random kid? Then we met face to face and I thought I knew you as my friend. But when the villains attacked, you didn't seem to be shocked. In fact, you seemed calm. Until you rushed me to the nurse with fake concern. Fake worry. You-" "My concerns and worries weren't fake." He grumbled, and I scanned his face, wondering why it was a bit red. "Yeah, right." "I said let him go. Now." The figure from before spoke, taking a step closer. I turned to analyze him. I'd had practice getting a read on everyone. And, right now, he was a mix of angry and nervous. I laughed. "You won't shoot me. Your too scared you'll hurt-or kill-me. And, if what Connor said was true, then your scared he'll kill you for harming or killing me." The figure faltered, and balled his hand into a fist, lowering his gun and cursing. I looked around at the others. "Its the same for all of you, too." None of them denied it. Then I realized. Connor wasn't lying about his concern and worries for me. But what did that mean?