"H is for Hector done in by a thug"
During harsher things that happen, no matter where one lives, something terrible is going to happen. So know that murder and kidnapping, sadly go hand in hand. No matter the age, gender, area, and race. Someone, out in the world, is going to be in a moment of terror that most are lucky enough to walk away from.
In a small moment like this, schoolboy Hector, all excited that school done with, a little weekend break is here. He's thinking of playing marble with his friends, maybe go fishing with his father, play chess with his little brother in a strong non-losing streak.
All these plans, sure the amount of time to do them, is not enough, but he's going to make do. As schoolboy Hector is walking down the streets, along with fellow schoolmates, chatting away their plans too, just wandering down the streets. Even if it was just the weekend, they felt like they could take the town by storm. Yet, that can't always be the case.
Little by little the group shrinks, farther out their homes are seen, until it isn't long, until maybe two or three are left, Hector being one of them. They reached a crossroad, where on the other side; Hector's schoolmates live, while his is only a few ways up ahead of them. Thinking to himself, he'll be home before them, in time as the spring fog sets in. It's a nice twilight time in the sky, nearing dark, only streetlamps as lights while they dim to life. Hector comes to another stop, he's just a few meters away from home, just need to the trolleys to come to a stop and he'll cross.
Eyes forward, unknowing what is going on behind him, of an alleyway that at first looked bare, but it didn't matter now. Hector was almost home. Just a little bit more, then his sight goes dark, he screams, but the heavy and foggy traffic, makes his final cries go unheard.
By nightfall, no one knows where he is. Hector must have stayed with a friend for the weekend, and forgot to let his family know. They'll ask in the morning when he comes home, and scold him later. It's the weekend let him have his fun.
If only they knew the truth, Hector might had a chance, if anyone was really worry about him, seems that's not the point here. Now is it?