Aiden looked up at the figure towering above him. Bad move! One of the
books he had left behind was thrown at him and hit him square in the eye.
'What the fuck are you looking at your stupid little shit??' came his
mothers snarl. The young boy quickly looked down, not even bothering to
wipe at the blood now trickling down his face. 'Now get to school..' A
deadly whisper, and with haste the boy quickly got up, retrieving his bag
from the path and ran down from the garden onto the sidewalk. At the end of
his road there was a small wall, which he sat on. Weeping momentarily,
before pulling out a piece of blood stained material from his bag, wiping
at the fresh wound. He knew he would be late.. but he didn't care as he
sparked up a cigarette. To look at, he was nothing special..a scrawny 16
year old, his jet black hair feel over his eyes to hide his tears, and as
usual, the ever present black jumper, which even in summer time he wore to
hide the things that others taunted.
Sgt Morgan Meflay sat opposite the school, in his usual unmarked MG. He tugged at his collar, he hated the uniform he was made to wear, counting down the time till he can tug off the starched cotton and sit in the small fishnet top he hid underneath. 'Where is the boy.' he spoke to himself, slight nerves apparent in his voice. He had been assigned to watch young Aiden Heartly about a year ago. But to Morgan..there was a reason he asked to be assigned to this case, and there was a reason he watched Aiden with such intent.
Sgt Morgan Meflay sat opposite the school, in his usual unmarked MG. He tugged at his collar, he hated the uniform he was made to wear, counting down the time till he can tug off the starched cotton and sit in the small fishnet top he hid underneath. 'Where is the boy.' he spoke to himself, slight nerves apparent in his voice. He had been assigned to watch young Aiden Heartly about a year ago. But to Morgan..there was a reason he asked to be assigned to this case, and there was a reason he watched Aiden with such intent.