Alistair lay in bed with his face pressed to the pillow. His head was whirling with emotions and he silently sobbed. He was so very confused after discovering his unnerving resemblance to a murderer. His mother told him that his father died before he was born. He didn't like to question her further as it always upset her.

He sat up and rubbed his face wearily. Few people had realized that being born brilliant leads to a lifetime of migraine and general depression and Alistair was no exception. At times like this he wished he was average like his friends were at school, content to play football instead of analyzing the rules and the player's mentalities. Though that wasn't to say Alistair wasn't a child as shown by his attachment to his plastic green dinosaur Fred. It was just harder being different to everybody, especially when he was just a kid.

A creaking in the corridor spooked Alistair and he clutched his duvet anxiously. A prickle shot up his spine and a sense of unease began to spread over him. He didn't know what but something was very wrong. Survival instinct compelled him to crawl under the bed and lie flat on his belly, motionless.

He watched as his bedroom door swung open and a man entered. Alistair noticed he was wearing thick, heavy work shoes. The man walked over to the bed and began to rummage through the sheets, obviously searching for its usual occupant. Alistair pressed his fingers against the wooden floors and tried desperately not to make a sound, in fact he was barely breathing. The man then turned and began to walk away which caused Alistair to audibly sigh. This promptly turned into a scream as the man reached under the bed and dragged him out.

Alistair continued to scream and kick at his assailant. The man then made the mistake of putting his fingers near Alistair's mouth which caused him to latch on and bite down with all his might. The man howled and shook Alistair roughly before grasping him by the scruff of his neck. "Little cannibal whelp," he shouted as he pulled him down the stairs into a waiting car. Alistair screamed until his throat was raw but unfortunately no-one came to his aid.

The kidnapper tossed him into the backseat of the car before driving the car away. He put his foot on the accelerator and nearly went through a red light. Alistair wept in the backseat, terrified beyond belief. He had never wanted his mother so badly. All he could hope for was that she would come and get him soon.