"Mom, Dad, I'm heading out to see my pen pal!" 12- year old Dynamite called out to his parents as he made his way out the door.
Ever since his confession of his gender identity, the family had helped him transition properly, removing his eyelashes permanently and helping to alter his voice to make it deeper. It took a while for everyone else to adjust to his change of gender, with other girls judging his decision to shift while the boys mocked him for trying to be a boy to get closer to the boys.
Of course, Blaze protected his new brother from all the insults, judgements and mockery. Anyone who even dares to go near Dynamite would be sent to the principal's office in an instant.
Since then, he tried making friends with trucks from far away instead of close by, and with that, he gained a pen pal. It was another guy, in the name of Pickle Exuberant, who lived in another city. And after a couple of letters, they finally get to meet.
"Just a minute, Dynamite!" Flame stopped his son as he came with a large bag. "Don't forget about your other things,"
"Okay, okay…" Dynamite sighed and placed in the backpack on his back. "You know, I don't need ALL of this, you know?"
"We can never be too careful, kiddo," Flame patted his head.
"And don't forget your basket for the picnic you planned once you get there," Phoenix reminded and handed the basket.
"Oh yeah! Thanks, Mom," Dynamite laughed and grabbed the basket.
"And don't forget this!" 4-year old Sparkle drove over with a gift in her tires with 5-year old AJ. "A bye-bye gift!"
"Wow! A gift?" Dynamite set the basket down and took the gift.
He opened it and gasped. He took out a golden, heart-shaped locket from inside.
"Wow… this is amazing!"
"Open it, hermano!" 15-year old Blaze urged with a grin. "You'll love it more,"
"Really, now?" Dynamite opened the locket and gasped at the drawing of their family inside. "Oh, Sparkle, AJ… this painting is so amazing!" He placed the locket around him and smiled. "I'll never take it off, promise,"
"Be safe out there," Flame told him.
"And be back in three days, like you promised," Phoenix added.
"I will, see you all soon," Dynamite smiled and gave them all a hug before heading out.
Unbeknownst to him, there two spies keeping an eye on him from nearby and watched him leave. Once he did, one of them took out a walkie-talkie.
"Mom, she's on the move."
["Attack, and knock out, but bring her here alive. Understood?"]
"Understood."
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The travel to the city was longer than Dynamite had anticipated, but with each mile, he knew he was getting closer. As he did, he failed to notice the shadows growing closer towards him, waiting for him to stop to take the advantage.
And there came the opportunity.
Dynamite soon got thirsty and sat down beside a lake to rest and drink. Some ducks were hungry nearby, so he tried to feed them.
When he did, the strangers took this to their advantage. In a second, they knocked him out with a rock and grabbed him and his supplies before dragging him away.
When Dynamite woke up, he found himself in a dungeon.
"Where… what…?"
He tried to move, but the chains held him down, prompting him to sigh in frustration and look around.
"Where… am I…?"
"Hello… Dynamite."
The cold voice made him tense and shiver as he turned to see an ebony black truck woman smirk over, with an indigo truck man with lightning marks on his hood beside him. Dynamite raised his eyebrow.
"Who… Who are you…?"
"Oh, did your father not tell you the name of your REAL mother?" Krisha smirked. "Such a shame,"
"OH. You're ny blood mom? The one who hurt my Dad just to spite them?" Dynamite deadpanned, already informed about all this.
"YOU PESKY LITTLE BRAT!" Krisha snarled and smacked him.
"What? It's true," Dynamite shrugged.
"ARGH! CALVIN, FIRE UP THE ELECTRICITY!"
"Yes, dear," Calvin huffed and pulled on a switch.
Immediately, electricity shot across his whole body, causing Dynamite to scream as he felt it hurt him. Krisha cackled.
"Is that going to make you respect me, you little hunk of junk?"
"Never…" Dynamite panted as he trembled and shook his head. "I'll never respect someone like you,"
"Fine. Be that way." Krisha growled then she glanced at the locket around him and smirked. "Hmm… but what's this?"
"HEY!" Dynamite sparked up the moment the woman snatched his locket. "That's MINE!"
"Yes… so homemade, obviously by your so-called family," Krisha scoffed.
"At least it's real, more real than you or any of your family could ever be!" Dynamite roared out.
"Is that so, hmm?"
Krisha tightened her grip on the locket before an idea came to her. She turned away from him and smirked.
"Dear, hand me the brain washer,"
"Of course," Calvin sneered as he handed over the machine.
Dynamite tensed at the name of the machine. It wasn't new to him, having seen it from other inventors he had read about.
"Wh-What are you planning to do with that…?"
"You'll see," Krisha hooked up the machine to him and cackled. "Say goodbye to your family, Dynamite, because they'll nothing be a dream to you…"
"What-"
Before he could question what she meant, a sheer of pain came to his head, causing him to release a blood-curdling scream at the top of his lungs. He felt everything in his mind drain from him as the memories flashed before his eyes.
The memory of finding a baby AJ abandoned in the rain a few years back.
The memory of decorating cards with sparkles with Sparkle.
The memory of practicing his racing skills with Blaze.
The memory of his mother Phoenix helping him learn how to cook.
The memory of seeing his father Flame for the first time as a babe.
And every memory he had. Every memory he enjoyed. Every memory he savoured with his loving and amazing family.
He felt them flash before him before fading away.
And soon after, he could no longer remember them.
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"Hmm? What do you mean Dynamite hasn't arrived?" Phoenix frowned as she had Pickle's Mother, Grace Exuberant, on the phone. "We sent him out a few hours ago, he should be there by now,"
["I'm sorry, but he still hasn't arrived,"]
"What? But then, where could he be…?" Phoenix hissed. "It's not like him to wander off…"
"Mom, there's a problem," Blaze spoke as he entered the room. "I can't get in contact with Dynamite. Dad can't either,"
"Oh mierda, oh mierda…" Flame hissed as he drove in after his eldest. "No contact and no clue to where he might be! He could be anywhere!"
"Mom! Dad! Mail!" Sparkle cried, dashing inside with a letter in her tires.
"Ooh, what inside, Sparkle?" AJ asked from Blaze's driver seat.
"I don't know, it for Dad!" Sparkle handed the letter to the yellow truck.
"Hmm?"
Flame took the letter into his tires and opened it. He glanced down at it before freezing at the message inside.
{Dear Flame Dominion…I KIDNAPPED AND KILLED OUR CHILD. AND NOW YOU'LL NEVER HAVE HER BACK.From, Krisha Greenbank.}