Here is part 2.
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Velcan, was now 24 years old, by now his so called parents had pretty much given up on him and allowed him the freedom of being an adult.
Their attempt to get him under control ended on one fateful night five years ago. when he was 19, and they tried to sedate him with a new drug, so they that could bring him in a powerful hypnotist that would completely rewrite his personality and strip him of any free will that he had been allowed.
The problem was he didn't trust anything they gave him and he would usually got out for food, and when he found out...
Let's just say he didn't take it well.
So it was with their great shock, that he calmly walked out of the house, called everybody he know, armed himself with a baseball bat and went on a smashing frenzy right in front of them, the house was a complete wreck when he and his friends were done with it, any needle or mind altering substances that they may have fed into his system had long since destroyed.
He was no longer that little boy anymore, that couldn't defend himself against his so called parents as they got older and got weaker, only he grow stronger and boy did he grow stronger when he was hit with puberty.
He told proceeded to tell them that he know what they had done to him, for all his years and he was fully prepared to go public with it, all he had to do was walk into a hospital, take off his shirt and reveal to the whole world the thousands of punctured holes that they were only too happy to give him.
That made them both pale.
He told them to buy a small apartment for him, why should he spend money to get away from people like them? While he bunk bed with a friend for a bit, until he could move in.
It took three months but he finally had a place to call his own with no creepy couple stalking his every move.
However his threat, thou powerful, it never stop them from trying to convince to come 'home' whenever they saw him.
That house wasn't a home, that house was his prison and he would be damned if he walked through those doors willingly.
Now five years after the incident, they had come to him again to beg him to come back to them, the stress put him in a bad mood and he immediately went outside to cool off.
So he called his old high school buddies, to see if they wanted to go out and chill for a bit.
However only four showed up.
"What the hell?" He said, where was the rest?
He was then given the rundown about why the other seven didn't show up.
He was not pleased at all.
Apparently everybody else was trying to forget their high school days years and that means ignoring anything that connected them to their 'old lives' so they could start a fresh.
Well, that was absolute bull, how many people did they think they screwed over in high school? Do they really think that the people they tormented and bullied back then would sudden forgive them and brush it under the rug?
He himself wasn't actually innocent but he never did some of the crazy stuff some of them got away with, he always stepped in when they were going to far in his eyes which made him an odd delinquent, when he was around, everybody know the bullying wasn't that bad.
At least, he know when he died, he was a lot more likely to be forgiven than some of the guys who were trying to make new lives for themselves while they were currently still alive.
"So what your saying is that, their pretending that their high school days never happened? Fuck" he said, on a bench in the local park, it was cold as hell but he was used to it.
"I know right, their bastards all of them" the guy on his right said, "Did you know that I went to visit Vic a couple of days ago? I heard he got married and managed to land himself a fine chick that he was starting a family with, so I went to congratulate him but the bastard froze as soon as he saw me. He than acted like we were never friends and asked me to leave because I 'bring up bad and long forgotten memories' that he rather not remember, that prick, did he forget what we've been through together? We all used to be so tight back, then like brothers and now look at us"
And they all silently agreed that being an adult sucked ass, if they could, they would stick themselves in time to never age, being an adult meant you had to grow up and become an active member of society or face severe consequences.
"Well at least I have four people, I know of who would always have my back" He said, as they all nodded.
All five of them than sat in comfortable silence.
"Fuck, I can't let this go!" One guy suddenly shouted. "You just don't leave just like that, it's not how it's done"
"Does anyone have any of their addresses?"
-2 Hours later-
Five figures dressed in all black walked down the street, one of them were carrying a large sack full of stolen items.
They were just about to break into another house when they heard the sound of police car coming down the road, apparently somebody had seen them and called the police.
"Split" was heard and they all ran in different direction, if they were going to be taken down than they would make sure that at least one of them would get away, to bail the other's out, since nobody had seen their faces yet.
Apparently it was not meant to be.
The car stopped and out came six figures, two with god damn police dogs and one of them shouted "Halt", two began running after him since he clearly had the build of a sprinter and to even hope of catching him meant they had to use to advantage of numerous.
Not even five minutes in, he found himself tackled to the ground roughly, it wasn't because they managed to outsmart him, he let them catch him, because as he was running, it suddenly occurred to him that if they managed to catch him and arrest him, they would have to take his DNA and fingerprint, they would eventually realise he wasn't who he said he was and dig deeper.
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say, can be and will be used against you in the court of law" he heard, as handcuffs were slapped onto his wrists and he was shoved upwardly painfully.
He was than pushed towards the vehicle, where he saw all the other guys had been caught as well, and due to their large numbers, they had to bring an extra car in to drive them all to the police station where they were stripped of their masks, read to them their full rights in a lot more detail and were told to take off their clothes and get into the typical prisoners uniform for their mugshots.
None of them took it seriously at all, they all know the law well and the loopholes that they exploited, since they literally stole only worthless junk from those houses that only cost a buck or two, they would be asked to pay a small fine and walk free before morning even came.
You could tell they weren't taking it seriously because they all tried to look their best when their pictures were taken even though they all whore wearing orange and committed a crime, much to the photographers annoyance, to see them fixing their hair and pulling up their collars and striking a pose with just they face.
They even took pictures that were better than any picture they took while they were in school.
They were then asked to provide their thumbprint so they could register as a offender of the law, one by one they stamped their thumbprints along with DNA from the swobes they were given.
He was the last, to register his DNA and thumbprint, it would take time, for them all to fully be in the data banks.
They all went to their one cell, however he was asked to stay behind for some reason and was told to go into a certain room and take his top off, apparently seeing the many holes littering all around his body like it was the fourth of July caused concern them, while they completely ignored the large dragon tattoo on his back that he got in high school.
He than had two people come in and stare at his chest for a good ten minutes before finally doing their jobs and start, asking him questions, like if he had an unhealthy addiction to drugs that they needed to know about.
Did he looked like he couldn't go ten minutes without smoking weed or crack!? He was absolutely offended!
Did he show the clear signs of being a druggy? If you had asked anyone, they would tell you he looked good for his age.
Seeing, that he was clearly offended by the assumption, they started to ask him about his childhood and what it was like for him growing up and he held nothing back.
He wanted to see the people who raised him arrested and in chains, maybe beheaded with a front row seat.
Several times, he managed to make them lose their composure, especially when he dropped the bomb that both his parents had been drugging him ever since he was a baby, which made them look at him with amazement that he had lived to this age without going mentally insane.
Well, he wasn't what you call completely sane anyway.
They then, took several pictures of his body to obviously file a report against his so called parents, there were even some hand marks that had yet to heal off his body from years back.
Apparently child abuse was a very serious crime in Russia.
He was than led to his jail cell, not knowing what kind of full blown investigation would arise once his true name was revealed.
And not even a second, after the door had been locked behind him, he was being hammered by the guys who were wondering what took him so long, wondering if he was going to actual jail and if they needed to come see him in court sometime in the future to defend him.
They all spent a total of twenty minutes before somebody acting on their behalf came in and bailed each of them out.
However he stayed, you would think his parents would be the very first to rush him out of jail to drag him back to that house.
And it wasn't until two hours had passed did he realized that something was truly wrong with his imprisonment, he should have been out by now.
He, had no idea that the reason for the delay was that the DNA samples he had given them had come through, as he know, it came up with a complete different name from what he registered.
The person assigned to the computer took one look at it his file and almost had a heart attack.
Instead of Velcan Alcan, with his driving license picture beside it, instead, it said one name and one name only.
Kazo Hizuri.
Missing twin brother of Kuon Hizuri and son of Kuu and Juliena Hizuri.
The DNA sample was identically to the DNA that was taken the night before he disappeared.
That police officer than went to drag the nearest colleague they could, regardless of the guys protests, to the computer screen like they were man possessed, and they too was shocked, once they got a good look at the name, in all its glory.
They both remembered the interview on the tv with two people asking for help to find their missing child.
Could it be?
Had they found the missing baby that had been gone for over 24 years?
If this was indeed the case.
This wasn't a simple break in, like they first thought.
This was a full blown child abduction.
They had the missing child Kazo Hizuri, right under their roof!
It was time to make some calls to some very important people.
And scene!
Huh, I realized that I actually had three chapters instead of two, this is actually a three shot. I'm going to make some changes to a few things to suit it better this better, but the next one is definitely the last. Please Review/ fav and follow!