Missing
First ROTG story so go easy on me please! Be sure to review!
WARNING: Mentions and involves sex trafficking, drug trafficking, drug cartels, has mild curses, blood, gore on some parts, violence, and all that good stuff! You have been warned!
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*BeEep*
Operator: This is Burgess Police Department, what is your emergency?
Victim: Y-Yes, my name's Maranda Overland *Rigged breathing* oh God- *Sobs*- Oh God, he has him!..
Operator: Ma'am? What is the problem?
Victim: *Sobbing and breathing roughly* Oh Lord! N-no not my baby bo-oy! TODD YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!
*Thud noise and background noises*
Operator: Ma'am?! Ma'am what is happening? Ma'am?
*Back ground noises and screams*
Victim: TODD! LET HIM GO!
unknown male voice 1#: Mom! *whimpering*
Unknown male voice 2#: Shut up!
Victim: YOU BASTARD!
*Slapping noise and another thud*
Unknown male voice 1#: No! MOMMY!
Operator: Ma'am?! Ma'am what happened? The police are on their way!
Unknown male voice 1#: Let me go! STOP! HELP!
Unknown male voice 2#: you too!
*Slapping noise then another thud*
Operator:... Hello?... Ma'am?...
*scratching noises of the phone being moved*
Operator: Hello?... Who are you?
*Line drops dead*
About six police cars, one fire truck, and two ambulance vehicles were parked in front of a nice sized tan house that was under ownership of the Overlands. Inside, the officers searched through the house. Two were taking photos of everything that seemed misplaced; broken glass laid everywhere, there were small botches of blood, that made a line to a bloodied peice of glass, there were scattered books and paper was everywhere. They had yet to go invedtigate upstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, a fairly beautiful woman sat wrapped in a shock blanket, her amazing browns puffy red from crying, and her face that had been wounded with a bruise on top of a small cut. She sniffled, ignoring the officers searching her house. One of them- Officer Jasper- was questioning her and wrote her answers on a note book.
"So your attacker; what is his name?"
The woman faltered his eyes at the question. "Todd... Todd Rodrigo Overland..."
"And Your son?"
"J-Jackson Overland Frost..." A tear slipped down her face in sorrow.
"So, Mrs. Overland, Todd had came inside quietly, tried to get you to hand Jackson over to him willingly, you refused and he went by force. And he succeded in doing so?"
Maranda nodded sadly, holding back a sob. Suddenly, a Astralian accented voice spoke at a distance, and a fairly muscular man with gray ruffled hair, evergreen eyes, and wearing a navy blue suit shoved past the officers that tried denying his access to enter the house. "Out of mah way ya brumbies! Can't a detective breath without yer breeches gettin in a twist?!"
The man came and stepped in front of Maranda. "Oi, Jasper, ah got this. Ya do what ya do best," he said. The officer nodded and walked off. The man gazed down at Maranda, who looked at him with question. "Hey there, Shelia. Mah name is E Aster Bunnymund- but please call me Aster. I recon you have a situation, and Ahm here ta help," the man affirmed. Maranda nodded. "My son... was taken by his father," she strained out. Aster gave a curt nod and sat down next to her.
Aster had seen it all; he had seen murderers, dead bodies strangled or mauled, he had seen rape cases, drug cases, had discussion with many victims that were either shocked or just plain insane. Murderers, kidnappers, and rapists were just the ones that made him sick. They had that sense of dark humor inside as they told the stores of condeming their victims. Their excuse?
'I was abused as a child and nobody ever tried saving me, so I just got back at the world.'
'This one person was being a asshole so I got back at them.'
'I was mad.'
And the ones that drowned Aster in disgust... : 'I donno I just felt like doing so...'
Every story had been similar or different, but luckily the one telling it felt shameful at sometimes... Some just felt like ten clowns and admitted that they would do it again. It was just a shocking sadness to know thar the world they lived in was full of hate and such cruel descisions. And at all started out with a child that had a thorn in his or her heart... but this one made Aster grow a little more uncomfortable.
This one so happened to be another kidnappingbin the past eight months. So far there are now five victims in sux months time. This one- Jackson- had to be the fifth. "Ma'am-"
"Please. Call me Maranda."
"Okay, Maranda... Now if Ah ask ya a few questions, will you answer with full accuracy?"
The woman huffed. "If it means finding my son and throwing that bastard in jail? Of coarse." Aster nodded and pulled out his laptop, ready to type down. "So, what is your husband and son's name? And can ya give me a detailed status of their appearence and what was the cause of the conflict?" he questioned. Maranda answered, "My husband's name is Todd Rodrigo Overland, and my son's name is Jackson Overland Frost; Todd is thirty six years old and Jackson is eleven years old. Two years ago I had divorced Todd because I noticed he had been selling and buying drugs from places I had no clue about... plus, Jackson had told me that Todd tried to take him somewhere after midnight- thank God my baby boy was smart. Todd did not handle the divorce easily."
"'E signed the papers though, correct?"
Maranda remained silent for a moment before shaking her head solemly. Aster sighed in disappointment and rubbed the woman's back. "It's alright, shelia. 'E wouldn't sign them either way. So Ah guess this would be seperation without governing support?"
"Yes..."
Aster typed. "Kay, can ya define their appearences?"
"Todd is about six three I believe. He has dark brown hair and black eyes, he always wears dog tags and he has a deep voice. Jackson is fairly skinny, has light brown hair, light brown eyes, and is about 5'5."
"Kay... 5'5... Brown hair... Um, can ya tell me anything about Jackson's kidnapping?"
Maranda clenched her eyes shut and cringed, choking back a sob. Aster patted her back in encouragment. "C'mon Maranda, ya have ta stick with me," he chanted. Maranda gasped a soft sob. "B-but my baby boy..." she croaked. "Cryin' won't do us good. Ya need ta tell me so we can find 'im quicker. Hopefully in one peice... now ya gonna tell me?"
Maranda sniffled and regained herself. With less pressured nerves, she began telling the PDA her story.
All was quiet at the house; Maranda was cooking steak in the kitchen, leaving amost the whole house smelling in a delightful tenderizing scent that could attract many to hunger. The woman hummed a nice tune she as a child, when all of a sudden, a voice called from out the kitchen.
"Mom! Mom, I'm home!"
Maranda smiled and hollered back, "I'm in the kitchen, Jack!"
Moments later, a boy-no older than ten, brown hair and eyes, wearing a cotton T-shirt, and brown trousers- stepped in the kitchen with a bright smile. The scent of the dinner brought delight to his hunger and a growl to his stomach. "What are we havin' this time, my lady?" 'Jack' asked in his Texan accent.
Maranda chuckled with her own.T-accent, "Yer just in time fer some good Ol' fashion steak."
The two laughed joyfully. "So how was school?" the woman asked. Jack shrugged. "Eh, it was cool I guess- but Mercy May was such a-"
"Language, Jack."
Jack winced nearvously. "S'rry Momma."
The woman smiled and kissed the top of the child's head. "Mm. My little angel who always thinks he's in the cavemen ages because shoes hardly matter to him."
Jack snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yeah right! Uncle North thinks he's still a Cossack from long ago!" he giggled. Maranda laughed. "Silly boy."
-knock knock!-
Maranda took the pan from the stove and placed it on a cool surface before moving pass Jack and headed out the kitchen. Jack stayed behind, but couldn't help to take a peice of the stake and shove it in his watery mouth. The seasoning melted in his tastebuds, causing him to moan in delight. "Mmmmmm"
Meanwhile, Maranda looked outside the door's peephole, only to see nothing but black as if something was covering it. She sighed and opened the door.
There, stood a man- tall, fairly musculine, had a trimmed face, dark brown eyes, dirty brown hair, and was wearing a leather jacket. Maranda felf her stomach cringe, her own eyes going wide. "T-Todd?" she gasped. The man, or Todd, smiled. "Maranda. Babe! Golly, sure has been a hell of a while and still you look like a fox," he purred. Maranda stood there for a mere second, before leaping to shut the door, only to have Todd easily push past her by forcing the door back open.
"Whoa, whoa, sweetie. I ain't gonna hurt ya," he chuckled and shut the door behind him.
Maranda took steps back as he came closer, till she was leaning on the nearby desk, knocking a vase down as well. The glass shattered upon the wooden floor.
"Todd, you best be leaving," the woman hissed.
Todd only smirked and roughly gripped her by the chin. Maranda gave him the satisfaction of a whimper. "What, honey I only wanna see OUR son," he hissed. Marand let out a sob in horror. "Y-you stay away from Jack," she whispered. Todd's eyes grew feirce and he pulled her head closer to his face. "Or what will you do, BITCH?"
"Momma?"
Their heads- well Maranda's eyes- swished to the kitchen entry way to see Jack standing at the foot, clearly worried and frightened. Maranda tried squirming from Todd's hands; he freely let her go. He began walking towards the child. "Kiddo, how ya been?" he asked, his complexion going soft and friendly once more. But Jack wasn't being fooled.
"Pa- I mean Todd?" he asked, trying his best to sound cold. Todd acted hurt, holding a hand to his chest. "Hey, what happened to 'Dad' or "Papa?'"
Jack frowned. "I donno, you tell me," he spat.
Todd moved closer and reached a hand to Jack's shoulder, "c'mon son. You know you don't mean that."
Just as his finger tips brushed against Jack's shirt, a knee found its way to his groin, sending him toppling to the floor with a grunt as he cradled the pained area. Maranda quickly rushed over to her child and pushed Jack past her. "Jack, run upstairs!" she said, seeing the man getting up. Jack nodded and ran up the steps and out of sight.
"Get over here you little shit!" Todd screamed and ran forward, only to have Maranda hit him upside the head with one of the wall's crosses. It only did so little. Never caring, Todd grabbed her and nearly threw her against the desk, sending the papers flying everywhere and a few of the drawers to fall from their place. Maranda looked up to see Todd rushing up the stairs himself.
Quickly, she scrambled to her feet and darted to the kitchen, and grabbed the home phone. She dialed 911.
*beEep*
'This is Burgess Police Department, what is your emergency?'
Maranda took a few steady breaths. "Y-yes, my name is Maranda Overland," she began. There was a sudden crashing noise from upstairs, then screaming. Jack. He found him. Maranda gasped, feeling her nerves twist and her heart quicken. She could not control her breathing. "Oh God, he has him!"
'Ma'am? What is the problem?'
Maranda felt everything twist and began sobbing in fear. "Oh Lord! N-no not my baby bo-oy!" she cried. She just could not handle the sense of something terrible happening and that mother instinct kicked in. She ran to the living room. "TODD YOU LEAVE HIM ALONE!" she shrieked, running up the stairs.
Moments later, she was forced down the steps by Todd holding Jack in a bruising grip by the arm as he held a knife to the boy's temple. The child was crying in fright. "Todd! Let him go!" she demanded. Jack tried reaching towards her, only to be yanked back into place. "Mom!" he whimpered. Todd shook the boy's body to the side so Jack was looking at him face to face. "Shut up!" Todd growled. Jack clenched his eyes shut, releasing a whine.
Maranda felt rage boil inside her and before thinking, she luanched forward, ready to claw her husband's eyes out. "YOU BASTARD!" she shrieked. Then, a sting arose to her cheek and temple by Todd swiping a hand to her face. She was sent tumbling to the floor into a dazed state, feeling her mind begin to fog. The last thing she heard was Jack's... her son... her child... scream...
"No! MOMMY!"
Darkness consumed her.
"And that's all I remember- or know," Maranda finished. Aster nodded, a hint of sympathy in his eyes. "Kay... Well, Maranda, I will check up on ya daily, t'see if we can find more clues that could help us find yer son. Jus' don't worry, we will find him- Ah will find 'im. And we'll make sure yer man regrets his wrongs."
Maranda nodded, then sniffled, feeling hatred arise. She glared up at Aster with feirce, determined eyes. "Okay. Just make sure that bastard pays for what he has done, or I will," she hissed. Aster felt something being pushed into his palms and gazed down.
It was a photo of Jack, leaning against a tree, sleeping against Maranda's stomach. He smiled softly. Kid looked adorable.
He gazed back uo, only to notice Maranda had gone up the stairs. Sighing, he stood and walked outside with his suitcase in his arms. As he got inside his car, he stopped and gazed at the photo. Evergreens narrowed. For some reason, Aster felt like it was his dutie and number one objective to find Jackson Overland Frost.
It is not like this happens all the time for ever kidnapping case he gets- it was like something gripped at his chest, clawing at his heart. "Don't worry, kid," he whispered, slipping the photo the sunriser, "Ah'll find ya..."
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