That night, I lay awake looking at the stars. I couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind.
'They couldn't be the Black Dragons… could they?' I thought to myself. 'There's no way they'd do anything as harsh as kidnapping (Haha)… would they?'
At one point in the night, I turned to my left. For a split second, I swear I saw Colt looking at me, but when I blinked, he was asleep.
I turned back onto my back. 'Not scared of karate masters, or ninjas, but I'm scared of a little kid.' I chuckled softly and closed my eyes.
Five minutes later, the sun was up. Not sure how long I had actually fallen asleep, I sat up to check on the three of them.
Tum Tum, sleeping with a bag of potato chips. Normal.
Rocky sleeping with the pillow on his head. Normal, considering the annoying workers were working late into the night.
I turned to my left, and saw an empty sleeping bag. "Colt?" I stood up. I looked to the two boys, considering waking them, but deciding better.
"Colt?" I started to let my instincts take over and I walked all around without being seen or heard.
I considered going back to wake up his brothers to cover more ground, but stopped bdead when I saw a trail of fresh footprints.
Leading to the half-built building.
Just my luck.
I ran after the prints. My heart raced, which made my mind think about the worst possible situation. He got packed in by concrete. Smashed by a wrecking ball. Fell to his death…
I gulped. 'Stop thinking like that.'
When I got to the clearing which would soon become a hospital, I saw him. He was climbing a metal ladder, at least three stories high.
"Colt!" I screamed. Either he didn't hear me, or chose not to. 'I'm a lunatic'. I grabbed the first metal rung and started to climb after him.
After about the 8th story I had almost caught up to him. About 10 feet above me, he was still climbing. He hadn't noticed me, and I had begun to this he was sleep… climbing?
"Colt, stop!" Another rung, and another.
At the top of what had been already built, he got off with me still a good 5 feet away. He started across a metal poll. He passed several ones at a 90 degree angle, but he kept going straight. At this rate…
I gulped. I reached the top and began to fast-walk down the pole. If I ran, I'd trip and fall. It's always my luck.
He was about a foot from the edge when he finally stopped moving. I slowed to a walk about 5 feet behind him, and then almost not moving at all. I didn't know why, but I felt like I should stay still.
"Colt," I said, slowly. "If you can hear me, back away from the edge…"
He edge closer so his toes were halfway over.
"Don't move," I warned. He inched closer. "Don't..!"
He leaned forward, arms out wide, and fell.