In an old warehouse about 3 miles away from the nearest town was a group of men. They hustled about, busy with the work that their boss had ordered them to do. In a small, dark room that looked like a prison cell there was a small toddler huddled in the corner. He was huddled in the corner, afraid that the men who had hurt him would come back. The door banged open and the boy jumped back. A small group of men walked in.
"Come on, you little twerp, we gotta go," one of the men growled.
"Where are we going?" the boy asked quietly. One of the men turned and slapped him across the face, causing the young boy to burst into tears.
"Don't ask questions, you little shit," the man hissed, "And stop crying." The young boy sniffled a little and stopped the crying, tears still flowing down his face. The men led the boy outside, through the pouring rain, and to a car with bars on the back windows. The boy was forced into the backseat and buckled in. As the car started moving, all of the men were talking in low voices.
"What are we going to do with him after we get rid of him?" one asked.
"Dump his body on their front porch to show them we mean business," the driver growled.
The young boy heard this and started trembling in fear, trying to imagine why these men were doing this. The rain pounded harder on the roof and the road outside the windows was all but invisible through the water. The tires suddenly squealed and the van jerked around, tossing everyone inside back and forth.
No one noticed that the bars on the back window had become loose; no one but the boy. He climbed up while the men's attention was else where and slipped out the back window, jumping onto the ground below. He didn't realize how fast the van had been going so the young boy was shocked at the hard impact. The van had driven off out of sight and now the boy was alone. He started hiking the opposite way the van had come from.
The nearest town was miles away in the direction he was headed. He walked until his legs couldn't carry him and he had to lay down. The young boy curled up into a ball on the side of the road and slept. Another car came along that road just minutes later. The couple inside immediately pulled over when they spotted the boy. They carefully picked him up and placed him in the back of their car, driving back to town to take him home.
This is darker than my usual style, but i've had this idea in my head for a while so i thought i'd sit down and write it, then i hated it, rewrote it, hated it, rewrote it, gave up, forgot about it for a few weeks, and decided to work on it today. This is just and intro chapter so the other chapters will be longer.
For those of you who have read my other stories and have seen me saying that i've been working on 9 (or 10) stories, this is the 9th (or 10th) story. i came up with this idea about the same time as Shelf or before but i'm just now putting it up.
For those of you who are confused, this'll make more sense in the next chapter, which i'll try to get up ASAP.