Chapter 1

Hi everyone, just wanted to try out this idea that I have had for a while, so let me know if I should continue this story or start over and try something new. Sorry, I know it's little short

Thanks,

-icerocks

The first thing Jack noticed when he woke up was the pain. The searing, blinding pain that shot through his entire body as he tried to hoist himself off of the ground. It started at his feet and engulfed his entire body like a flame, swirling inside of head to the point where he had to concentrate hard just to keep himself conscious. His aching arms were tingling from lack of blood, as his hands had been bound behind his back the entire time. The door upstairs slammed open and his thoughts drifted to the night before.

- The night before-

"Boy, get down here! I want you to meet a friend of mine.", Hollered a greasy man of around 40 or 50. The man turned to his friend who was, if possible, more shady and greasy then himself. "Sorry Jim, the stupid brat is taking forever. I'll go get him."

"Don't worry about Dave, as long as I get my service in the end. Same deal as last time?"

"Yep, you get 4 hours, but this time don't scam me. I want what I'm paying for. Let me go get him, and try not to make as big of a mess this time."

The man identified as Dave stormed up the stairs towards a room where a little boy was huddled under the bed. The little boy had been hiding at the base of the stairs until he heard the conversation, and then he had raced to his room, buried himself under the bed and started shaking. "Please forgot about me. Please don't find me. Please Please Please.", The frightened boy thought. He was huddled under the bed and curled into an even tighter ball as the door slammed open.

"Get out here boy! Stop your stupid whining and bitching! Don't make me repeat myself!"

The boy continued to shake under the bed.

"I know your in there! Now your going to get it!"

A cry escaped the boy's lips as a rough hand curled around his ankle and yanked him out, and a slam was heard as his head was violently whipped into the bed frame. The bruised boy was tossed into a nearby wall where he hit the ground, and attempted to lift himself up so he could run.

"Don't ever try and hide from me again, you little bitch!"

"Im s s s sorry, i d d didn't mean t t to!"

The larger man grabbed the boy's light hair and began to drag him down the hall. The boy struggled, but could not do much against the much older and stronger man. At the end of the hall the man stopped at closet and grabbed some rope, and a nasty snarl painted his face.

"This will teach you to struggle from me.", spat out the man.

He than pinned the boys arms behind his back and tightly fastened them together. He proceeded to drag the boy down the first set of stairs to where the other man was waiting near the basement, and tossed the crying boy down the stairs where he landed with a thump, and was still.

"Sorry it took so long Jim. The brat was annoying me. Keep him as long as you like tonight, on me."

"It's all right mate, Jack's a sweetie once you get to know him."

Both men chuckled. Jim took out a brown paper bag and passed it to Dave, who accepted it with a grin. After the exchange, he continued down the stairs and the door was shut.

- Present time in story ( Jack's POV)-

Yelling upstairs and footsteps storming down the hall brought Jack back to reality again, and he began to panic.

"Not again! No no no no no, Please no more! I can't take another so soon, please god, just let me die!" the boy thought.

Jack brought his scrawny legs together and pushed himself into the corner, willing himself to just disappear. The racing footsteps got closer to the bottom and he began to shudder violently. Suddenly, the door slammed open and bright light flooded Jack's eye's in a giant wave. Fear clawed it's way through Jack like a wild beast, ripping and tearing it's way through ever shred of courage, bravery and dignity that Jack had left.

Jack didn't see the confused and horrified faces of the police team staring at him in confusion, all he saw were two possible enemies, two people who could hurt him, two people that wanted to hurt him. Jack didn't see a gentle hand reaching out to try and calm him, he saw the claw of a monster reaching out to rip him, claw him, scratch him. Overwhelmed with fear, Jack pushed himself further into the corner, as if trying to become one with the wall. He ignored the agonizing pain that shot through his body, he ignored the pain running through his arms and legs and he ignored the terrible throbbing in his head.

"Please! Please!", He wailed, "Don't hurt me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't hurt me. I'll be a good boy, just don't touch me, I didn't do anything wrong, don't hit me!"

One last please was the only thing that escaped from his lips before a blanket of darkness descended upon him.

- A few hours before-

Captain John Lewis was having a great week. In fact, Captain John Lewis was having a fantastic week. Monday started off with a wonderful promotion, the plate on his desk that read Sergeant Lewis had finally been replaced with Captain Lewis. Along with this promotion came a hefty bonus, and to top it all of his recently wed wife had announced her pregnancy with twins. He hadn't thought his week could get any better until he was assigned the leading position on a police raid, one that they had been preparing for months.

Him and his team were set to invade the residence of a Dave E. Fuller at 9:00 am, and his new Captain position was resting hard on the fact that the raid would be successful. Dave Fuller was wanted all across the county for drug possession, drug distribution, and possession of unregistered weapons and firearms. This drug bust would cripple the distribution of drugs all across the city of Detroit , and would be a great victory to the police department.

At 5:00 am, his team was assembled and briefed on all the parameters and objectives of the mission. He hand picked the team himself, and expected nothing short of perfection. He wasn't worried about the two rookies added to his squad, they had passed the academy with flying colors.

By 7:00, his team was packed and ready to go.

"Listen up men, we have a very important raid today and I expect nothing short of perfection. In two hours we invade the home of Dave E. Fuller, and I want you prepared for anything you might find. Frankie and Abel, you two will enter the home from the rear entrance while Sam, Ben and I bust open the front door. Hey, newbies!", shouted Captain Lewis.

"Yes sir?", responded the recently added members of the squad, Jamie and Tucker.

"You two will cover the basement. As soon as we bust in, we secure the resident first while clearing out all of the other rooms. Does anyone else live with this man?"

"He record were strangely empty sir, it says he was in charge of a foster child, but the records haven't been updated in years.", Responded Sergeant Frankie, his second in command.

"We won't worry about that right now. Everyone ready? Good, lets roll out."

-At the Fuller household-

At precisely 9:00 am, the doors of the Fuller household were violently ripped from their hinges and from every entrance members of the Detroit city police department stormed in like bulls on a rampage. Dave Fuller was making a cup of coffee when he heard the ear-splitting shouts of the police that were storming his home.

"FREEZE! GET ON THE GROUND! YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!"

A freshly brewed cup of decaf coffee dropped to the floor as the criminal who was drinking it was thrown down and cuffed. Sticky brown liquid and shards of glass coated the floor, but no one was there to clean it up as Dave Fuller was hauled into a waiting police cruiser. Officers Frankie and Abel stormed up the stairs while Officers Ben and Sam covered all the ground floor rooms. The two rookies stormed down the stairs, eager to complete their fist assignment and please Sergeant Lewis.

They thundered down the stairs of the dark and dirty basement and the sight of a worn out room awaited them. There were a couple of tables and chairs along with a sofa and tv, and a dirty mattress sat in the corner stained with what appeared to be blood. No body appeared to be in the basement, but Tucker and Jamie cautiously approached a closet hidden in the corner anyway.

They were expecting to find it empty, except for maybe a broom or vacuum cleaner, possible an old pair of shoes or soccer ball. They were not expecting to find a shivering little boy huddled in the corner. Because they were not expecting this, they were not prepared for the boy to shriek and scream as Jamie extended an arm to free the boy from his bind. They were not expecting the little boy to jump and throw himself so hard back into the wall that he knocked himself unconscious. They were not expecting any of this, and you could tell by the shock that painted their faces as they tried to comprehend what they had just witnessed.

-Present time in story-

Captain Lewis was having a good day. In fact, Captain Lewis was having a fantastic day. His first raid as Number one in command was going so smooth it had him worried, but he was the best, his team was the best, and he expected this mission to be nothing but the best. The initial confrontation had gone perfectly, and Fuller had been successfully detained and sent back in to the station. His team was currently searching the house and bagging any evidence they could gather. All of the members of his team had reported back, except for the rookies.

"What in the hell is taking them so long?", He thought. An uneasy feeling began to bubble in his stomach, and his instincts honed from years of active service left him ill at east. "I better go check and see what on earth is taking them so long."

A slight pace towards the basement turned into a fast gait, which then shifted into a frantic sprint down the stairs as his nerves got the better of him.

"Okay, nothing to worry about, I'm sure Tucker and Jamie are just dawdling"

As he stormed down the stairs the first sight that greeted him were the uniformed backs of the rookies who were gazing into a far closet, faces painted with disgust and worry. His dread continued to multiply until he reached the closet and took a peek inside. What he found inside confirmed as of his growing worry, and his gut hit the floor.

"JESUS CHRIST! WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, GOD DAMMIT! GO GET ME AN AMBULANCE RIGHT NOW! HURRY, YOU IDIOTS, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, GO!", bellowed the captain.

As the rookies sprinted back up the stairs, Captain Lewis tried to comprehend what he was seeing. A pale, skinny mess of a child was slumped in the corner with his arms tied at an awkward angle behind his back, and his entire body was covered in blood. His light, shaggy hair was matted with blood and bruises were beginning to appear at his hair line. His left eye was black and blue, and completely swollen shut. The bruises continued past his jawline and covered his entire body. Large, bloody red welts covered his entire back and a few gashes cold be seen along his chest.

As the Captain's eye began to drift down, his stomach lurched and everything the Captain had eaten threatened to come right up. For the first time since he discovered the poor child in the closet, he realized that the small little boy was completely naked. The realization of the situation hit him full force as he noticed the dried blood in between the boy's legs, he stomach lurched as all the signs became clear. He noticed the bruises that littered the boys upper thighs, and the rough hand-shaped bruises that wrapped around his narrow hips. He was sickened even further by the dry, white substance that coated the fragile child's inner thighs.

The blood that continued to drip down the boy's legs helped the Captain focus on the situation, and he gingerly lifted the tiny child out of the closet while being mindful not to jar the boy's damaged arms and shoulders. Upon placing the child on the ground, he carefully unbound the boy's hand while noticing the bruised mess around his shouder's, indicative of a bad dislocation. He wrapped his jacket around the boy shivering on the floor, and did his best to stabilize the child until the paramedic team arrived.

It was that point in time that Captain Lewis realized he was not having a good day. In fact, Captain Lewis realized he was having a less than fantastic day. Small tears began to drop down the Captain's eyes, and for the first time he was not ashamed of the wet splotches that painted the ground in front of him. He was mourning the loss of a child, not the child's life, but the child's once precious innocence that had been lost forever.

Thanks for reading! and please review if you want. Im not going to force you, because I hate it when authors withhold chapters unless they get a certain number of reviews. Thats stupid. If you want people to review your story, write a good one. Don't complain if you write a bad one and people don't want to review. On another note, reviews are nice to read though, hint hint. they make the author's world go round. enough of my hypocritical ranting, have a happy new year!

-icerocks