Chapter 2: The Silverette and The Blonde
It was cold in the darkness of the night. Hyde walked down the street trying to find a way back home and stopped seeing someone in the darkness. "Hey Utterson! Long time no see. How's that little slave of yours doing?" Utterson looked at Hyde and smiled broadly before walking over. "He took a few years to break, but other than that he's been doing fine. What about you?" The slave owner sighed before leaning on Utterson's car. "He's been a real pain in the ass. Damn bastard has bitten me more than once and a damn whip won't work anymore so I'm taking a different technique, I'm starving him."
Utterson rolled his eyes, he knew Hyde, but this was going a bit too the extremes. "You do realize that you might kill him? Right?" Hyde laughed and then put a hand on Utterson's shoulder. "Yeah I know. Besides if he dies I'm going out to kidnap someone else who will help me reach my satisfaction. I helped you find yours, remember?" How could Utterson forget that day? It was burned into his mind...
20 years ago...
It was sunny out on a Saturday morning. A young boy around 5 years old was happily walking down the streets of London near his home. He had green eyes, glasses, and his black hair tied back in a ponytail. He looked around and realized that he had gotten himself lost. He wasn't where he should be... Did he take a wrong turn? No, he couldn't have, unless he passed the street he was supposed to turn onto... Now scared, the little boy started walking again, this time going back to where he last remembered being before he got lost. Little did he know, a van was following him slowly. The little boy looked over when the van pulled up beside him. The van slowly stopped and the back door opened. "Hey kid, need a ride home?" The little boy looked at the driver concerned, the silverette looked back at him, his piercing red eyes locked onto his target and he smiled evilly. And quickly, the boy ran off down the street.
Quickly turning the van around the driver followed him quickly. The little boy kept running, getting himself even more lost and more panicked as he kept passing streets. The van was right on his tail, he couldn't escape it no matter what he tried. The back door opened and the blonde kept his eyes trained on the little boy like a wolf. And quickly he lunged for him. The little boy screamed but his captor covered his mouth, wincing when the little boy bit his hand. "You fucking bitch! Oh be lucky I'm not killing you because I would've by now." Picking up the boy, the blonde forced him into the van and shut the door. He knew the silverette had good use for him...
This chapter took a while to write seeing as how I went through multiple scenarios where the kidnapping should've happened. But I digress. Leave a review and I will update as soon as I can!