Midna walked down the neighborhood sidewalk, hands behind her long, orange hair. She heard rapid footsteps and saw Link's maternal uncle Rusl rush up to her.
"Midna," Rusl stopped before the young woman, "Have you seen Link anywhere?"
"Haven't. I texted Link three times, but he hasn't responded." Midna answered the man. Rusl snapped his fingers, turning the other way. Fuck, where could Link be?
"Come on, girl," Rusl beckoned Midna, "You gotta help us find Link,"
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"He'll fetch a pretty rupee in the market," boasted Manson, a man with scruffy white and black beard, talking into a walkie-talkie. Manson was walking through an old container park, where a large, old, metal brownish red box sat before him.
Manson opened the box, revealing a young man with dark blonde hair, blue eyes, green and yellow striped shirt, torn-up blue jeans, and black running shoes. Link was sitting on the side of the box as many black cords kept his wrists, chest, and ankles stagnant and a thick, blue cloth kept him silent. Link's blue gems gazed at the man with minor somberness, but Link quickly gazed away, as if trying to stay strong.
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Manson walked down the sidewalk, keeping his hands in his pockets as a cigarette hung gingerly from his mouth.
Rusl came down the same sidewalk as he, downing a green bottle.
"Mm, that's good ale," Rusl commented, holding the bottle. Immediately, Rusl threw the glass bottle at Manson's eyes. Manson shrieked, holding his skewered and bleeding eyes in his hands. Manson unconsciously staggered back, before Rusl stomped one of his legs, grabbed his collar, and punched his side a good handful of times.
"AHHHH!" Manson cried out.
"Where's the boy? Tell me where you hid him!" Rusl shrieked, shaking Manson like the twit he was.
Rusl threw Manson to the side like a bag of shit; Rusl vehemently taunted, "Yeah, that's what happens when you take innocent kids like that,"
Manson attempted to get on his knees, but Rusl kicked him on the stomach. "Eat it, bitch." Manson flipped over like a pancake, as Rusl kept on kicking the damned fucker's side, taunting, "You like that? You like that, bitch?"
Manson kept on shrieking and screaming in pain, not able to answer Rusl's question at the moment.
"Where's Link? You gon' give me the boy?!" Rusl grabbed Manson's collar and punched it many times, almost morphing it into mush.
Manson groaned heavily as if ten thousand needles were piercing every part of his body. Rusl went and grabbed a piece of wood and bashed it against Manson's body, demanding, "Where's Link, the blue-eyed kid?"
That was when three figures and many pairs of footsteps manifested behind him.
"Rusl! Rusl! That's enough!" boomed Bo, grabbing Rusl's waist, turning him around. Rusl was wide-eyed initially, but when Bo snapped his fingers in front of Rusl, Rusl returned to reality as he rubbed his head, groaning painfully as if he were drunk. The two people that were with Bo—Fado and Midna—calmly collected Rusl, holding onto the man with pure sympathy.
"Where is Linkhelm D'Farore?" Bo sternly demanded out of Manson.
Manson was heaving, as if someone tore a part of his stomach out, but managed to point to the box where Link was bound and gagged in.
"Fado, call an ambulance and the cops; Midna, get to Link; I'll keep an eye on Rusl," Bo ordered.
Midna sped off like no tomorrow to where Link was held; while Fado called for an ambulance and the police, Bo grabbed Rusl's shoulders, barking, "What were you thinkin' man?"
Rusl panted, "I made a promise to Margaery—if anyone harmed her son, they'd pay for it dearly."
"You're lucky only one of these loons were 'round," Bo poked a finger in Rusl's chest, "There could have been more and Uli wouldn't shed a tear if somethin' happened to ya'!"
"Got Link," called out Midna, holding her male friend on her back as Link looked as limp as a corpse.
"Poor lad," Bo cooed, as Link was set gently on the sidewalk. Bo brushed some of his hair away, hoping that his kidnappers hadn't roughed him too much. Link was as somber as an old painting, holding his head. Even in the dark, they could tell Link had vomited a little once Midna ungagged him. Midna sat by her childhood friend, holding onto his shoulder, feeling terrible for him.
Link looked up to his honorary uncle, where he calmly uttered, looking at the people that loved him to the moon and back, "You… you guys came for me," He then looked at the maternal uncle, "Uncle Rusl… I heard you… you wanted me back again."
Rusl knelt down to the boy, feeling at least one tear fall down his face, "Yeah, kid. I couldn't let your mom down like that,"
"The cops ought to be here soon," Fado told, walking up to his comrades. "What'll happen to the goon right there?" Fado asked, pointing to Manson—who was out cold by the time Midna freed Link.
"He'll obviously get time for kidnappin', traffickin', and bein' accessory to a crime," Bo told him, keeping his arms folded. "Hopefully, this'll keep his accomplices and other scum from hurtin' other people,"
"Yeppers," Fado agreed, "Though, what's gonna happen to Link after this?"
Both Rusl and Bo looked somber, not sure as to how Link would come back to his handsome and loving himself.
"Therapy…" Link uttered, somberly, looking at the ground. Midna rapidly threw her arms around Link, as an elder sister would to a younger sibling. Link sobbed, holding onto his best friend's body.
The other three men knelt and hugged Link together. Even if Link needed therapy, Rusl, Bo, Fado, Midna, and Uli would be there for him every step of the way.
End.
I hope you've enjoyed it. If you are having dark thoughts, there are ways that you can help yourself: get some exercise, contact friends and family, and get some sunlight.
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