Summoner

This for Stardrop’s writing contest!
==My Prompt==
“Stop in the name of the law!” A voice shouted behind me. I turned around and couldn’t believe who I saw.
Genre: Horror
==Prologue==
I was only eight, and asleep in my bed when they came. When they all came. The SWAT officers, the police, the news. Everyone. I was sound asleep, when I heard a loud crash as they broke down our front door. My mom, dad, and brother were all already awake. I jolted awake, and leaped to my feet. “MOM! DAD!” I cried out, scared.
My mother, Akira, a women with long black hair, and brown eyes, sprinted into my room. “Phoenix!” She wails, hauling me out of my room, and into the living room, where my father and brother were pinned down. My brother, Jet, is flailing around, trying to fight them off. He has dirty blond hair, with blue eyes, and a tall thin frame.
My father, Jagger, A man with short black hair and dark brown eyes, isn’t fighting. He looks . . . scared and defeated. I look at Akita. “What are they doing?” I whimpered. She shook her head. “I- I don’t know. Just stay close to me, Phoenix!” She said. I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from what they were doing to my father and brother. 
One of them looks at me and my mother, and grabs us. “You two need to come with me.” He tells us. I try and kick out at him. “LET ME GO!” I scream. He ignores me. “Don’t make this hard, son!” He tells me. “I’m not your son!” I snap, still struggling to get out of his grip. “PHOENIX!” Comes a loud voice over all the commotion. 
Jagger looks at me, his eyes dull and emotionless. “Go with the man!” He tells me. “GO!” I nod, and finally let the man take me and my mother down the hall. When we stop he finally turns towards us. 
Before he can say anything, Akira snaps, “Why are you at our house at one AM in the morning? You can’t just barge in here without a warrant!” The man sighs, and holds up a piece of paper. Akira glares at him. 
“Ma’am do you know why we’re here?” He asks. She shakes her head. “I was hoping you’d tell me.” The man nods, and says, “We’re here to arrest your husband and son.” I can tell Akira isn’t satisfied with that response. To be honest, neither am I. “But why?” She snaps. He cocks his head. “Oh, you don’t know? Because you’re husband has been teaching Jet to communicate with the devil.” 
== Chapter One ==
I clench my hands around the wheel of the car, as I drive about, not really having a set destination to go anywhere. I’m definitely not going to the prison again. Like they’d even allow me to talk to Jagger anyways. It had been twelve years since that night he was arrested. I was only eight myself. Lost in my own pathetic thoughts, I didn’t even see the police car up ahead.
I ran right into it. I spat out a curse, and leapt out of my car, looking into the dented vehicle. I wondered what I should do. Run for it maybe? Wait for the police to get out and arrest me, or talk to me, or give me a ticket or whatever?
I looked up, and saw two police officers coming out of a shop, holding bags of stuff. They saw their dented car, and looked at me. I turned and I ran. “Hey, you!” One called out. I ignored him, sprinting down the street, crossing a corner and going down an alleyway, diving behind a trash can. I heard them talking, faintly as they tried to run after me.
“Where’d that sucker go?” Asked one. “I‘m not sure.” Said the other. “But when we find him. . . .” I shook my head. What’s wrong with me?! Why did I even run? I thought, angrily. Stupid, stupid, stupid!
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Category:Original Stories (Unfinished)
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