Prologue: Taken
In a small house in Domino, a twelve year old kid was lying on the floor of his bedroom, his homework spread out in front of him. The kid had rather long red hair, dark brown eyes, and was dressed in a red T-shirt and blue jeans.
From downstairs, the kid heard his mother call out, "Elliot! Dinner!"
Almost instantly, the kid jumped up and dashed out of his room all the way over to the kitchen. He slid on his socks on the kitchen floor all the way up to his seat and jumped up onto it.
His mother, dressed in a nice black suit and black heels, was quickly removing an apron from around her waist. "Honey, I'm afraid that I have to go down to the office," she said as she picked up a briefcase from the floor. "The fired co-worker was supposed to give a presentation to the president tonight, so they need me to fill in for him."
"Aw, mom," Elliot moaned, "That's the third time this week!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie," the mom said, stopping her rush to gently stroke her son's hair. "I know I haven't been around too much lately, but I promise that as soon as we find somebody to fill in for the co-worker, you and I will be able to have much more time together." She kissed her son's forehead. "Now, remember the rules: no T.V. until your homework is done, no taking extra snacks, and be in bed by ten, okay?"
"Sure, mom," Elliot muttered.
"Bye, sweetie!" his mom called out as she ran out the door and shut it behind her.
Elliot picked up his fork and pushed his food around his plate for a little bit. Finally, he got up and opened the freezer. He fished around inside of it for a moment, and then pulled out a tub of chocolate ice cream. He slammed the freezer shut, grabbed his spoon off of the table, and dashed into the living room. He set the ice cream down on the coffee table and reached out for the remote-only to find that it wasn't there.
Elliot looked on top of the T.V., under the coffee table, and all around the couch, but the remote was nowhere to be found. "Aw, man," he groaned. "Mom must have hidden it."
He sat down on the couch and sulked for a few moments. Then, however, a look of realization spread across his face. Grinning, he winced his eyes shut, hugged his legs to his chest, and started rocking back and forth on the couch. He was focusing intently on something…
The T.V. suddenly switched on.
Elliot opened his eyes and pumped one fist into the air, cheering, "Psychokinesis wins again!"
Suddenly, the front door to the house was kicked down. The boy whipped around to see two masked man dressed in black, one of whom was holding a damp cloth, run into the room. Before he could react, one of the men dashed around and pinned the boy down to the couch while the other one held the cloth onto his face.
The boy squirmed around in a desperate attempt to escape at first, but eventually the sweet-smelling liquid on the cloth knocked him out cold, and his body went limp.
One man grabbed the boy's arms while the other grabbed his legs. Together, the two carried him outside and shoved him into a dark, unmarked car. As soon as the three were inside, the door slammed shut and the car sped off into the night.
Elliot awoke to find himself lying down under a raggedy blanket on a red couch. He sat up and looked around to see that he was in a rather large, fancy-looking room. The place shook a little from loud, energetic music that was playing downstairs. Black pendant lights shone off the black linoleum floor and revealed deep, red walls around the place. Behind him, two black-clad men were in the midst of a pool game; Elliot recognized their clothing as the same one which the kidnappers had worn.
"Hello, Elliot," a voice suddenly said.
Elliot turned to see that a bit off to the left of the couch was a black desk propped up near the only windows in the room, which revealed the beautiful nighttime lights of downtown Domino. Sitting at the desk in a black swivel chair was a man wearing a black suit with a light blue shirt. While his hair was a short brown, his eyes were the same dark brown as Elliot's.
"Dad?" Elliot cried.
"That's right, son," the father said, getting up from his desk and walking over to the couch. "I'm sorry that my boys knocked you out like that, even though I specifically told them that wouldn't be necessary!"
His last comment was directed to the two men playing pool, who now hung their heads in both shame and fear.
"Dad, I thought Mom said you weren't allowed to come near me," Elliot said. "Something about a restraining order…"
"Yeah, well, how could I be prevented from seeing my own son ever again?" The father sat down on the couch. "No one should have the right to take that away from me." He smiled. "There's a lotta lost time we gotta make up for, sport, and I plan on spending lots of it witcha from now on."
Elliot hugged his father, happy to finally have a parent that was actually around for him.
"And I was actually hopin' that we could start tonight, sport," his father said.
Elliot eagerly looked up into his dad's eyes. "What are we gonna do, Dad?"
"Well, sport," his father replied, "I was thinkin' that we could put that little psychokinetic power of yours to use…"