[color=#2E2EFE][h1][center]ℑ𝔰𝔞𝔞𝔠 ℜ𝔢𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔰[/center][/h1][/color]
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[center]Location: Harlan - Streets[/center]
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	Another one bites the dust. Ever since that night at the old man's farm things have been picking up for Isaac. And at the same time, his health had seemed to take a turn for the worse. It did not take long for the man to figure out what he was. It was that damned symbol that appeared on his hand that gave it away. He was one of those freaks with powers. And it was not like he had any time to get used to what he was. Instantly the whole damn county were searching for people like him. Those cast aside by society. In these hills many people fit that category, so what could you do when you were the [i]outcasts[/i] of the outcasts? Unwanted. That's what he was. Despite his power being somewhat useful in his [i]profession[/i], Isaac preferred to keep himself under the radar. This whole power business made his life plenty more dangerous than it already was. Heck, the last man he conned in a game of cards had stared awfully hard at Isaac as if he was searching for a reason, any reason, to beat the life out of him.
	That familiar police siren caused a shiver to go down Isaac's spine. He was used to dealing with the law and the particularly unsavory characters in the Harlan County Sheriff's Office. There was nothing they could book Isaac on, he knew it, they knew it. But that did not stop them from harassing Isaac on a daily basis. It made business slow. These little stops became so frequent it could be considered on off day if a cop had not stopped and asked Isaac a few questions.
	A familiar face had stepped out from that black and white sporting a rather impressive mustache. Deputy Cunningham was a nice enough fellow, but he did not tolerate Isaac's presence on the streets. By all accounts, he was a good man and a person who did his best for his community. Isaac could respect that, but as it stands, Deputy Cunningham was bad for profits.
	"Mr. Reynolds," spoke Deputy Cunningham. His voice was solid and carried through the air with little efforts. Today, however, instead of that disappointed tone that stung like a wasp's sting, it held a sense of urgency and caution. Something must have happened.
	"Deputy Cunningham," replied Isaac dryly. [i]What could it be today?[/i]
	"I need you to come back to the office with me."
	"Legally, I don't have to do shit."
	Deputy Cunningham let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his forehead. He shifted his weight on his legs and placed both thumbs on his utility belt with frustration.
	"Mr. Reynolds, it would-"
	"Listen, Deputy, we can stop thi-"
	"Listen to me Reynolds!" shouted Deputy Cunningham. This outburst caused Isaac to take a step back and widen his eyes. He had never heard such an outburst to come from a man like Deputy Cunningham. This usually calm and stoic man changed in the blink of an eye.
	"Look, Reynolds, listen to me. Alright? You are not under arrest, you are not in trouble. At least with the law. You've heard about these people with powers right? I know you have. We've got reports about individuals who were at Johnson's farm. We know you were there. You're in terrible danger."
	The thought of Tillie Helton flashed in Isaac's mind and made his stomach turn. Everyone loved Tillie. But because she was... a [i]freak[/i] her community turned on her in an instant. He could not imagine the things they would do to him if they caught him.
	"This is for your safety, Reynolds. We've had our run ins in the past, but trust me when I say this is for your safety."
	There was a great reluctance in Isaac's movements. He hesitated for a moment before he finally accepted the deputy's help. He looked around for a moment, catching the stares from the townsfolk as he entered the Crown Vic. Many of those stares were filled with such malice and fear it made a shiver go down his spine.