Chapter 2
Hillsboro at night was very tranquil at times. But every house and apartment complex has its history and story. Mateo Garcia for example was running away. Running for his life. Behind him were the sound of police officers, hot on his trail. Mateo fought back tears as he ran, hoping not to trip on anything. He got over fences, ran in front of a few porches and even avoided barking dogs. Matt at last hid behind some large garbage containers outside a mobile home and the police men kept on running.
"Where did the boy go?!" cried one officer.
"I don't know. But when we find him, call the facility! He needs to be somewhere safe!" cried another officer.
"He won't be safe if he continues to run! Keep looking! He couldn't have gone far!" cried another.
"Jesus….that poor boy." said the sheriff.
"The poor teenager too!" said a woman officer, her voice breaking as she said this.
"I have reason to believe the teenager was trying to defend the little one. Keep looking for him! Hillsboro at night is not safe for anybody!" cried the Sheriff.
The police kept on going their way and Matt waited silently until they had gone. Once they left, Matt began to sob. He cried like there was no tomorrow. It all happened so fast. His beloved brother Marcos. Dead. It was impossible. There was no way he could have died like that. But he did die. That was what Matt saw. He sobbed so much that the lights in the mobile home turned on.
"Quien anda alli!? Who goes there!?" cried an Hispanic Man from his window.
Matt didn't say a word. He slowly got up and ran off to another direction, hoping not to run into the police. He arrived shortly at the Hillsboro transit center in downtown Hillsboro. He fell on the bench and embraced himself with his arms as he kept on crying. Within minutes, his life changed completely. So much evil had happened to him just a few minutes ago.
And then, a shadow appeared. A long black shadow emerged from the ground and it took Matt into the darkness.
"Come with me. You're not safe here." said the voice. It was a kind voice, almost feeling sorry for the boy, and it was kind and gentle.
"Who are you?" asked Matt, feeling sleepy as the darkness or whatever it was, cradled him gently. He felt like he was flying. But he didn't know where he was or where he was going. He felt nothing at all. It was like he was floating into the air and flying into endless space.
"I'm sorry about what happened to you. This shouldn't have happened to you. I know a place where you can sleep peacefully. And afterwards, I'm going to need you." said the gentle voice. It was a man's voice, but it felt comforting and kind.
"Who are you?" asked Matt once again.
"You don't need to know." replied the gentle voice. Matt closed his eyes and fell asleep into comforting bliss. He of course didn't know that he was carried off into the arms of the Bogey Man, who found him alone in the transit center.