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Owen was many things in his life, he was strong, and private. But most of all he was honorable. He was a boy who loved his family more than they knew, he was someone who was lucky to know what he wanted to be from a very young. He had spent his years reading fantasy and he had always identified with characters who cared more for other’s. He knew he’d have been a Gryffindor or Divergent. He never just wanted to be one thing. He always wanted to be a little bit of everything. He wanted to be brave, selfless, peaceful, honest, and smart. He wanted to be a detective and then an agent. Owen wanted many things in his life but he always knew where he belonged and that was in the field solving crimes and catching bad guys. So when the opportunity came along to go to Boston. He wasn’t just a detective he was an FBI field agent. So when he was hand picked to head into the field and be a criminal he wasn’t sure what that meant. Soon things got dark. When his cover was leaked and the organization threatened to kill his family and Hannah. He had no choice. He had to come clean about being a cop. They spent the next two years making his life something like a living hell. He lost track of the days. They started to beat him to the brink of life. <p>
He never gave them any information because he wasn’t someone who just gave up. He just hoped things would come to an end soon. He was used to do things that he’d never do. He took peoples lives hoping that it would mean that he got his freedom in the end. It never worked out in his favor and it left him broken and wishing for the end of his life to come sooner. Things were bad when they would inject him with drugs that messed up his mind making him question what was real and what wasn’t. what he didn’t know was that the group had found out Hannah’s official identity and sent her a small video that promised that agent Snow formerly known as detective Snow was alive and they planned on killing him as a message to the police to never underestimate a group like them ever. Owen stared at the aggressors over and over again. He never answered their questions as they used his undercover name. Owen Stairs. He was wanted for seven high class murder’s thirteen car jacks, twelve armed robberies. He was a wanted criminal but he did those things because he wanted to save those he cared about. The video ended with them tazzing him until he passed out. <p>
Owen had given up on the FBI coming to save him and he doubted anyone else really cared about him anymore. He spent his time alone saying his name over and over again. It was never more than a whisper. “
I’m Owen. I’m Owen. I’m Owen. He never said anything else as he replayed all the things he had done under his alias. It scared him. He found himself begging for death sooner than later and he would welcome it. He was hanging in the corner of a dark room his shirt was off as blood dripped down his bruised skin. He was spinning slowly as his shoulders were dislocated by now from the constant hanging the pain had become a numbing sensation. He was woken when the door creaked at the sun blinded him as two men rushed in using the lever to cause him to hit the ground. They threw a shirt onto him and ziptied his hands as they pulled him out of his tin prison. He could barely walk as they pulled him toward the harbor where he’d meet with the man who was responsible for his own personal hell routine.
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