Lost (TommyInnit Fanfiction -Angst/Hurt Comfort)

Chapter 7: Warm Hugs (Part 1)

A/N: Iv'e slowly been working on this but recently been busy going out to lots of places, plus work. But I'm really glad people are enjoying the book so I really appreciate all that, we got to 1k views too pog! Updates are likely to be slow, but I'll try my best :) I keep meaning to work on it but so many things get in the way. 

Also I was in Brighton on Thursday (10th) and then went back over the weekend (12th/13th) with family. We happened to walk past a lot of places Wilbur and George had been to in their stream so me and my sister were memeing around and joking about the chances of seeing Wilbur. We found the Pizza Hut and posed by the George shop sign and walked down the part they got their bikes and stuff. And then as we begin walking up to the pier, guess who cycles right past us. Wilbur, and his friend David (from soothouse.) I just look to my side and see someone and I'm like wait that jacket that guy is wearing looks awfully like Wills, and then I see he's wearing those funky glasses he had in the stream and I just go 'omg...that's actually Wilbur right there!' It was so awesome, I really couldn't believe it. They kept on cycling away past the pier and I really wanted to call out and say hey but I was also really unsure about bothering him, plus they were on bikes and moving away fairly quick. But I still got to see him so yay!

Warning: this chapter includes swearing

Update: I've decided to put this into 2 parts because I feel bad making you guys wait, I've made lots of progress on the drafts but I now have three 12hr shifts coming and a bunch of 9hr shifts inbetween plus other things I have to deal with so I won't have a lot of free time to actually get them fully written. So I'm so sorry this chapter will be short.

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Blue and red lights from the police cars flashed brightly in the dark as the police officers gathered outside the warehouse. They had finally tracked down the vehicle they had been trying to follow for the past few days which had been difficult with no license plate. But finally they had pinned it down to a location, they only hoped they weren't too late... 

They van was still parked beside the main track, sliding doors left open, but no sight of the kidnappers or boy. The police dogs strained on their leads and barked in eagerness, as they lead the officers through the area, two groups headed inside the building whilst the others searched outside with large torches. After several minutes of surveying inside, one group emerged with concerned faces, reporting an empty basement room the boy had clearly been kept in. 

"There was blood in there, he's definitely been hurt...or worse." One said grimly, "The second team are staying in there to search more and get evidence or samples, but things aren't adding up if the van is still here. We're guessing they panicked or something went wrong, so we want a search team out in this perimeter immediately, they could still be here."

"Hey! There's blood over here" Another officer called, shining their torch over a patch of grass, and then moving it up into the dark depths of the forest. Several officers hurried over, "looks like there was a struggle...maybe the kid tried to escape and got attacked. If the blood is outside and the van is still here, we can hope this means he got away." 

A policewoman crouched down to the blood and looked into the forest gravely, "Then we need to find him fast if he's still out there" She couldn't tell if this was a good sign or not yet, but she hoped this meant he had gotten away...not killed and dumped somewhere. 

In the next moments a large group had fanned out into the forest, casting beams of light from their torches across the ground, radios crackling as they communicated and their police dogs intently sniffing around fixed on the missing boys scent. They continued calling out his name into the night, but were only met with the rustling of branches in the wind. The lead officer noticed his dog getting faster, pulling on her lead and whining. The dogs definitely had a strong trail which was reassuring, but they still had no idea of what the boys condition would be.