Hope everyone’s week went well. My life has been pretty boring the last few days. Have some friends over on the weekend, which should be fun. Homemade pizza party, along with onesies, booze and movies. Quite looking forward to it, though I’m paranoid the pizza dough won’t turn out right or it will end up poisoning everyone. I know it’s ridiculous (the poison part anyway) but the worry is still there.
Fingers crossed it’ll go well!
On with the show!
The crash of shattering glass broke the silence.
Rose sat up, instantly alert, there was a sharp pain in her neck, then warmth started spreading outward from the wound, she felt dizzy, groggy. Someone had thrown a rock through the window, the glass must have cut her. She stood, looking around at Ed, he was sitting up too, however it wasn’t glass that had cut him. He had a small dart sitting in his neck. Rose felt along her neck and found it, as she yanked it out another two flew in the window, stabbing into her arm, she turned, looking for Joey, he was huddled in the corner, a barrier of ice surrounding him. Idiot child. She tried to speak, but her mouth moved too slowly, sound wasn’t coming out. Finally, she managed, “Run.” Joey stayed huddled in the corner, she had to get him out of here. She stepped closer, intending to melt the ice, but her powers weren’t working right. A ball of fire flew from her hand, singeing the wall, another dart hit the back of her neck. Ed was already out. There were men at the window, one of them reached through the window and opened the door. Rose collapsed, darkness finally taking her.
“Jesus, why didn’t she go down as easy as the others?”
“Maybe she was expecting it and they can do something to get rid of the tranquilisers?”
“Make a note of it. We have to be careful of that one. She shouldn’t wake up for a while, but god only knows with these things.”
He moved closer to the ice barrier, it was thin and already starting to melt. The kid was huddled in the corner, shivering.
“Hey buddy, it’s ok, we’re not here to hurt you, we’re here to bring you to your dad. He sent us to get you. You’re safe, don’t worry.”
Simon didn’t look up.
The man sighed and tapped the ice lightly, testing how thick it was. Finally, he used the but of his gun to crack it, it shattered immediately. The man reached out, “C’mon buddy, it’s ok. Relax, ok? I promise, we’re taking you to your dad.”
His hand touched Simons shoulder, both started to scream.
Simon stopped screaming first. The dart hit him in the neck and after a second he passed out, the man however, kept screaming. His entire arm was frozen solid. He writhed on the ground, screaming. The screams began to die down, his body wracked with shivering, his skin pale, his lips a turning blue. After a few seconds, he was dead.
They loaded the unconscious bodies of Rose and Ed into the van, unceremoniously dumping Joey on top of them. Grady and Amy were sitting in another van, both handcuffed. They ceased struggling. They had both metal handcuffs and plastic ties tying their hands, their feet were also tied together, the team weren’t taking any chances.
“What do you mean you had to drug the kid? You were warned that there could be dangers.”
“Well, he was using his ice powers offensively, we couldn’t risk more men.”
“Why did you risk any? He could have easily been subdued. The child was obviously frightened from what I’m told, how did you expect any other outcome?”
“I don’t know what he was thinking, he had two young children of his own. Perhaps this affect his job performance.”
“Really? You think? You thought it was a good idea to send a man like that to kidnap a goddamned kid?”
“I’m sorry sir. It was poor judgement on my part.”
“You’re right. It was. I want you to go to his house and tell his family what ever bullshit excuse we have. I want you to look them in the eye and tell them that their father is dead. I’m going to give you another chance. If you fuck up like this again you’re gone. Understand?”
He shook his head, losing men like this was unacceptable. No doubt the kid had to be drugged, but they could have done it sooner, before the loss of men. He took a deep breath, then a gulp of coffee. He was meeting the girls soon, but first, he wanted to check on the child.
“He’ll be groggy when he comes out of it. We’ve kept him strictly monitored, but so far he seems fine. Once he’s awake we’ll get some food into him. Have you spoke to the father yet?”
“Well, perhaps it would be a good idea to get a recording of him, reassuring the boy. Maybe promise the father a visit soon?”
“Yes, it will make him more pliable. I’ll get you a recording. Keep him monitored, make sure he’s safe. I don’t want him dying.”
“Of course sir.”
Simon stared at the walls. There was nothing else to do. They ignored his requests for books and radio, he had even asked for a TV, though it was the last thing he expected to be provided. He assumed that they were afraid of him. They tried to get him to agree to tests a few times, but he had refused. Simon suspected that they couldn’t knock him out if they were asking and so far he had been right. They’d offered no proof that they had his son, so he believed that they had been lying. Now, all he could do was sit and eat, occasionally taking breaks to eat what ever food they shoved into his room.
The speaker crackled to life. “Good morning Simon. I have some news for you.”
“Yes, we’re going to show you a picture, then you’re going to do what we want.”
The slot where his food usually came in opened, a picture slid across the floor. Simon picked it up. It was a picture of Joey, in a room just like this, sleeping.
“Now, you were saying before about not doing any tests or cooperating in any way until you got to see him. Well, you’ve seen him, he’s perfectly all right, for now at least. If you do what we say we’ll let you speak to him, continue to be good and we’ll even arrange a short play date for the two of you. How does that sound?”
Simon stared at the picture, blood pumping in his ears, he felt sick, faint. They had him. “What tests do you want?”