(Mephesto's Lab)
The police were finishing up their examination of the crime scene. Over the past few days, they had received calls from distressed parents about their children going missing. One of the colors had seen their child running towards the laboratory. A few hours later they had gotten calls and reports that their missing children had come back, most of them seemed healthy albeit lethargic but this had faded over a few days.
The police had been here for hours trying to find any evidence of what had happened but so far they had found nothing.
Rick, a slim officer with thick glasses was looking through the back area of the laboratory. As he was looking, he found an old trap door. Before he could open it, he heard someone calling out to him over the radio.
"Rick, You there?" The voice over the radio asked.
"Ya, I'm here, What's up?" Rick answered.
"Sheriff Black what's us out of here since we ain't finding anything. There's a Drunk redneck painting Confederate flags on the town entrance sign, I figure taking care of that is a better use of our time than standing here and finding nothing."
"I'll be right out."
Just as Officer Rick was about to get up he heard the trap door open and saw a pair of greenish-blue eyes staring back at him.
The trap door opened wider and the cop was amazed to see an eight-year-old boy with Raven black hair. He wore a ripped yellow long-sleeved shirt and dark green shorts.
Officer Rick kneeled and was about to say something but before he could the boy spoke up.
"Don't you feel like you could be happier, Sir?" The boy asked in a rather sweet voice.
Officer Rick looked a bit surprised at this.
"Son, why don't we get you out of here and you can tell us why you are still here."
The boy narrowed his eyes.
"No, i don't think that will be happening." The boy said before punching a hole through the officer's head.
The police officer's now dead body fell to the ground and The boy grabbed his radio.
"Rick, Rick where are you?" the voice over the radio said.
The boy then turned off the radio and walked out of the lab and saw several other officers standing outside and staring at him. They saw the massive amount of blood on his hands and pointed their guns at him.
"You, where is Rick?" A female office said.
The boy recognized the voice of the officer from the radio, she must have been Rick's partner.
The boy smiled.
"Rick is a little busy...being dead. Now that we've answered that question I would like to ask another to all of you, don't you all think you could be happier?"
The End?