Prologue 2

A car pulled up to a garage with a sign reading, Beny's Auto and Repair shop. The car came to a hult when the driver saw a man coming out with a jumpsuit on and wiping his hands. A foot touched the ground as the driver stepped out of the vechle. A man, mid-thirties, with brown hair wearing a suit closed the door behind him and walked up to the man wiping his hands.

"Hi Carl, looking sharp today. You just getting off from work," asked the man in the jumpsuit.

"Yeah, and heading home for the rest of the week, but I had to stop here because my car has been acting funny earlier. You think you can check on it for me, Paul," smiled Carl.

"Sure can."

Paul took the keys from Carl and slowly drove the car fully in the garage. He got out and popped the hood to look in the inside. Carl walked in and stood beside Paul, who was now leaving to get his tool box.

"I didn't see Beny around," said Carl. "Is he out for the day or is he still coop up in his office."

"Ah, you know Beny, he can't keep his head out of the books. Right now he's doing inventory so he can order more parts. So we won't be seeing him for awhile," Paul smiled.

Carl walked out of the garage and out on the drive way and inhaled the cool air. The smell lighten his spirit as a smile appeared on his face.

"Nothing but cool refresh air to get you going, right," yelled Carl.

"I won't know, the oil in here is the only smell I smell. Here and at home.

"It seem like a nice day for a run," Carl said walking back in the garage. He stood next to Paul again, who was wiping his hand again, and closing the hood of the car.

"I don't see anything wrong with it, maybe it's just getting old," Paul laughed.

"Yeah maybe you're right. I mean I had this car for twenty year now and my father had it before me, so it could be that," Carl shrudded.

"Even if it's not the cause I check the oil for you and checked the engine. If it start acting up again, then bring it back here tomorrow and we can see what we can do for you."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," Paul said handing Carl his keys.

Carl took them and got into his car. The car started off with a muffling sound until it purred as good as a cat. Carl put the car in reverse and backed out of the garage and onto the concerte drive way and onto the road. He turn the steering wheel to a left until it was completely turn to it's side from the shop. He rolled down his window and yelled out to Paul, who was yet again wiping his hands from the oil.

"Hey, tell your father not to get caught up in those books of his or we won't see him for days. And also tell him I'll talk to him tomorrow to see if he want to go bowling on the weekend."

"Will do, Carl. And oh, say hello to the miss for me," Paul waved.

Carl waved bye and he was off. It was a long drive for him before he reached a road clearing in the woods. He pulled into it and drove down the grass covered road. Within fifeteen minutes Carl reached a big cabin house by a lake and pulled up next to it. He got out the car and ran upstair of the porch and unlock the door. Cool breeze hit him as he fully walked in. The house was decorated beautifully with it's wooded floors and walls. The funitures had every hint of red wood in it as he passed the living room and into the kitchen. He walked up to the fridge and saw a note stick to it. He grabbed it and read it out loud as he open the door to the fridge and pulled out a bottled water and closed it up.

Honey,

Me and Michael went to the store to get some grocery and will be home in a little while. The weather seem nice today for a run don't you think. Have fun.

Love,

Helen

He put the note down and ran upstairs to his room. He went into his drawer and pulled out a jogging suit and started to undress himself. Once his was done. He ran back into the kitchen and grabbed his water and went outside. He begin to jog in place before heading out to the path in the woods. Ten minutes later a car pulled up and out jumped a woman with dark hair, wearing a sunday dress, and a young boy (about thirteen), also with dark hair, with blue jeans and a red and green stripe t-shirt. The boy was about to run into the house when the woman stopped him.

"Michael don't think for one second that you're not going to help me with these grocery," the woman said going in the back seat.

The boy ran back and grabbed two bags out from the back and ran up the porch. The woman grabbed the last bag and walked up to the door and unlock it. They both walked into the kitchen and place the bags on the wooded table. The boy ran off and upstair before the woman, who know now is Helen, could get a word out. She sighed and begin to unpack the bags.

Carl was still running on the path in the woods when he stopped to take a breather. The sun was setting and Carl knew it was about time to head back to the house before it get too dark. He took a sip from his water before starting to run again. Before he could start, he heard a small cry coming from behind him. The cry were small wipers and he knew they were coming from a child. He turned around and begin to look deep in the woods to see if he could see the child. And before his eyes, sitting next to a tree with his knees tuck under him was a small boy rocking and crying. Carl looked around to see if he could see an adult before walking toward him.

"Hey little fella, what's wrong? Are you lost," Carl said squading down to get to the boy's eye level.

The little boy slowly lifted his head and looked at Carl with red, teary eyes. He sniff a little before shakenly saying something.

"No...I hurt my leg and it hurt when I try to walk on it," he said.

"Oh, let me see your leg," Carl said reaching up to see the boy's leg. The boy flinched and Carl held his hands up in protest, to tell the boy that he won't hurt him. "I'm not going to touch, I just want to see it okay." The boy nodded and slowly lower his legs. Carl looked at the legs and saw the one on the right was swollen and red. "Okay, I'm going to take you home so your mom can get you fix up, does that sound okay? Where do you live?"

"I...live up over that hill...in the woods. But my dad isn't home... but my brother and mom are. I was just stepping out...to get some woods when I...I felled," the boy sniffed.

"Okay well, I'm going to help you stand up and take you to your house, okay. Maybe your mom and brother are worried sick about you."

Carl help the boy up and lifted him up in his arm. He walked up toward the hill to get towards the house. Back at Carl's house, his wife was getting worried. It's getting late and she know that Carl always come home before the sun was fully down. She stepped outside to the back of the house to see if she could see him.

"Carl," Helen yelled.

Carl carried the boy over the hill and some feet into the woods until they reached a small cabin. The lights were on and you could see figures moving inside.

"Okay, you think you can manage the rest of the way to your house," said Carl looking at the boy.

The boy nodded and started limping his way into the house. Making sure the boy went inside, Carl turned around to leave when something grabbed him. He jumped and turned around to see that it was a young woman smiling up at him.

"Wow miss, you scared me," Carl said putting a hand to his chest.

"Sorry, but please come in. I want to thank you for bringing my son home," the woman said waving her hand toward the cabin.

"No, no mama it's really no need for that," Carl protest.

"Please, at least just come in and let me give you something for returning my son to me. Please."

Carl sigh and gave in, knowing there's no chance the lady is going to let him go. He walked beside her as they enter the cabin. Meanwhile Helen was still outside calling out Carl's name. She was getting even more worried, now that it's dark.

"Carl, come on it's late," Helen voice cracked, showing sighs that she is about to cry.

When she was about to go in to call the police, a scream stopped her in her track. She turned back around toward the woods and looked around. Another scream was heard and Helen begin to sob. It was her husband's screams.

"Carl."

AN: Tell me what you think. I know not much happens but believe it will.