• Jasten Broekhart, or 'Brokenheart' was once thought of as a normal boy, but he knew what he really was: a thinker with a split personality. Whenever something happened in his life, his brain would think of what to do, but instead of normal ideas, each idea was influenced by an emotion. Due to this, Jasten could be unpredictable at times. He also somehow had the characteristics of a wolf, or dog. He had an advanced sense of smell, incredible hearing, and he could hear things other people couldn't. He, at times, could hear high pitched noises, like a long beep. Wolves and dogs heard the same thing, and so, everyone who knew Jasten said he was a dog or a wolf.

    Jasten's living quarter's, 6:52 AM
    "Jasten, I know your tired form school when you get back and all, but you can't leave your bike outside when you get home! It can get stolen too easily" his mother stated. "Yeah yeah, whatever. I know the consequences" he replied casually and with a hint of agitation in his voice. "Don't talk back to me like that!" she barked. He sighed unpleasantly, and grabbed his backpack, not looking forward to middle school as usual. He sped off on his bike, hoping there would be no more accidents, like the time he smashed his head into the curb. Luckily he remembered his helmet that day.
    (Time skip) the summer after the school is over, and now t's back to school, but this time as a seventh grader.
    "Jasten, your bikes not in the backyard!!" His dad bellowed with anger. "What? Let me see-" he ran and did a full search. "I bet it's out front dad." He ran out to see it wasn't in it's usual spot. Somehow he remained calm, and actually wasn't that upset, which is strange since that bike was a hand-me-down and was older than Jasten himself. He ran to the edge of the court, and looked around for some sign- A sign of anything. He ran to the gate to a farms backyard. "Damn, the trails gone cold." He sat down, his eyes burning with anger and sorrow. He ran to school, not telling anyone what had happened... Jasten didn't know or realize, but he was becoming more and more angry by the day, the pressure rising gradually. Eventually, the anger would be released, and he would become the wild animal he was...
    two weeks later, at the bike rack. Jasten is about to unlock the new bike he bought for transportation.
    Jasten turned the corner and headed to the bike rack, saying good-bye to his friends. "Hey Steve-O! I'll see you this week-end ok?" His animal instincts knew something was wrong, and Jasten's head jolted upwards. "My... old bike!" This time when he processed all the possibilities of what to do, his angry personality almost won him over: Tap his shoulder, and when he turns around get him right there in the face! Then smash his head into the ground, and then carve his face into the nearest tree!! Luckily, the result only had a small amount of anger in it. "Hey! That's my stolen bike! Give it back now!" The boy merely said "My uncle gave it to me..." Jasten was so angry he walked over to his bike, and instead of unlocking the lock, he ripped the cord in half! "Woah...." the surrounding people said in shock. Jasten actually picked his bike up with one arm and ran out, throwing it to the gorund and riding it off. His mother informed the school principle and police, but they dropped the investigation. Jasten was so unbelievanly angry, he concocted a plan: the police aren't willing to help me... so I'll get ,y bike back myself... I'll trace down how he got the bike, search for evidence, show the police and it'll all be over...
    The next morning at school in Jastens first period class
    Jasten told his friend Auston what had happened. "And they dropped the investigation?! Why?" he asked concerned. "There was no cerial number etched into the bike anywhere." He said calmly, but it was obvious he was burning inside. "Yeah? Well my dads the sheriff and I'm not letting this pass-" Jasten looked up, his eyes had a glare so scary it could turn medusa to stone. "NO. This is my fight, and I'm going to win. I'll do this by myself. I don't care if I have allies or not. I don't care if I'm only eleven. I'm going to get my bike back, no matter what. No matter how long it takes..." Auston saw that he was serious. "Well then, I'll help." Jasten instantly shoved a paper in his face. "What's this?" "It's the plan and requirements." Auston scanned the paper. "A camera, phones, watches... and a database?" He queried. "We need a place to record information. I have my laptop, but my parents could easily read it." "Well, I have thirty dollars, and I get a huge wad of cash every christmas." Auston replied. "Same here. I'll get a job like a paperboy or something, and we'll buy a cheap op-center." Jasten said, deep in thought. "This will require some manual labor, are you up to it Auston?" "Well, yeah, but your seriously going this far just for a bike?" Jastens glare returned. "No. This is bigger. This is for; revenge, redemption, and black justice." "Black justice?" Auston was confused and in shock. "It means proving justice, but with corrupt methods." And just like that, Jasten and Auston started. They introduced theyre moms to each other, this way they would be allowed to go places. Now they had transportation
    TO BE CONTINUED