April 12th, 2000
The day started like any other, with the Joseph family rising at the first light of morning, although today wasn't just any other day. Today was the day that little Margret Joseph turned six. The youngest of four siblings and only daughter to Christina and Donald Joseph. All was going as planned; Margret was getting her birthday breakfast, which consisted of fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon and two slices of buttered toast. In the kitchen stood Christina, watching her daughter with amusement as she devoured the plate of food in front of her. Donald was just coming down the stairs, holding one of the many gifts him and his wife had gotten their daughter in apology. Just as he opened his mouth to catch his youngest child's attention, the door to the Joseph home burst open. In stormed men dressed in black, carrying guns of varying size. Young Margret screamed, jumping down from her seat and making towards her father. Both parents stood in shock as the men surrounded them. A few moments later in strolled one more man, dressed much nicer than the grunts he'd first sent in. The man was older looking, with hair greying by his ears, and some wrinkles beneath his eyes. His smile was taunting and showed yellowing teeth. An ugly looking scar stretched from his right cheek to his left eyebrow. Just his walk had the little girl cowering in her pajamas.
Her father moved to stand in front of her, dropping her gift to the floor. "You said we had till tonight," he spoke, his voice calm and eyes narrowed into slits. The man smiled wider, pointing wordlessly to the girl. One of the men behind Donald reached down and wrapped an arm around the little girl's waist, hoisting her off the ground. At the sound of her daughter's shriek, Christina began to fight her way towards her daughter, only to be knocked unconscious by the barrel of a gun hitting her temple. Donald cried out for his wife and took a step forward, only to stumble backwards at the sight of a gun pointed in his face. Margret began to flail in the strange man's arms, reaching out for her father, whose back was turned to her. Donald did nothing to stop the men retreating out his front door with his daughter, his heart breaking as the black vehicles parked out front sped off and away.