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And that’s when Tucker realised that Wash had very little idea what really happened. He guessed no one really told him. Tucker cleared his throat, looking towards the house. “My mom was a drug addict,” He started out saying. “She gave me up to the Director. The Director was the one who brought us all together and kept us in that house.”
“Why?”
“Because we had magic,” Tucker answered. “Or at least the Director assumed we did based on reports from family members and stuff.”
“Wait.” Washington shook his head, disbelief coursing through him. “And you guys weren’t allowed to leave?”
Tucker nodded. “Up until a few years ago when the bastard shot himself.” He snipped, kicking at a stray rock on the ground.
“I-” Wash paused, looking towards Tucker as he looked away. “I’m sorry that happened.” He finally said.
“Tucker shrugged. “It's fine,” He muttered. “Let’s just go in.”
Washington nodded, glancing down at his restrained wrist. “Can I be uncuffed then?”
Tucker looked up at the house and began walking. “Fuck No.”
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29 Apr 2026