It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Cruel, Cruel World

"Where's my son? Where's my goddamn son!?"

"We will find him Abigail, don't worry!"

You and Micah were welcomed back into the camp with screaming and shouting from most of the gang, mostly Abigail. John seemed pretty mad too.

"Why is it every time we walk into this camp something happens?" You mumbled to Micah as you headed into the camp, eager to find out what exactly had happened.

As you were walking, you felt a harsh tug on your arm, causing you to yell out slightly.
"Ouch what the hell are ya-"
"(Y/N), I-I-I gotta talk to you. Now." Kieran stuttered like a deer in the headlights as he let go of your arm.

"Careful boy, you're gunna hurt somebody, settle down." Micah said as he held out his own arm, signalling to Kieran to calm himself.

"Sorry, M-Micah, I've gotta, erm, (Y/N) I really need to speak to ya, can he give us a minute?" Kieran asked you, still sheepishly stuttering.

"I'm right here you know." Micah grumbled causing yourself and Kieran to look at him.

"(Y/N)! Have any ya'll seen Jack?" Abigail yelled as she came pacing up to the three of you. Her face was filled with a pale terror like she was on the verge of either vomiting or crying.

"No, I'm sorry we haven't. Abigail, what's happened?" You asked, you were extremely confused at the level of panic going around the camp.

"Aghh, they've taken him! They have taken my son!" Abigail wailed, her throat sounding strained.

"Who's taken him?" Micah asked now.

"We think the Braithwaite woman took him." Hosea answered as he approached the group of you with Dutch following him, pointing behind him in the direction of their house.

"Kieran here said he saw a couple of fellas that looked like Braithwaite boys." Hosea said, gesturing to Kieran causing heads to turn to him.

"Is that what you were trying to tell me?" You asked, looking at your brother.
He nodded rather quickly in response with a hum.

"Y-yeah. S-soon as I saw em, I came back here to tell ya'll." Kieran explained himself.

"Oh god where is my son?! If anything has...Where is my son Dutch Van Der Linde?" Abigail repeated, turning to Dutch hoping for him to shine some light.

"We will find him, we will bring him back to you, and we will kill any fool that had the temerity to touch one hair on that boys head. Abigail, you have my word." Dutch vowed with a clench of his fist.

"Just get me back my son." Abigail said once again. Seems she had become understandably, quite hysterical.

"I will get that boy back so help me God." Dutch huffed with anger in his tone as himself, Arthur, Hosea, John and yourself and Micah followed them.

"Dutch, we just heard about Jack, need some extra guns?" Bill yelled from across the camp with Lenny, Charles and Javier at his side.

"Yeah, why not. Micah, Kieran, anyone strange turns up, you kill em!" Dutch ordered as most of the camp headed towards the horses and saddled up about to head out.

As you quickly walked to January and put one foot in her stirrup, you felt a rough hand on your shoulder.

"The hell do you think you're doing?" Micah hissed as he prevented you from getting on the horse.

"Going with them, what's it look like?" You retaliated with a hint of nastiness.

"No you ain't. It's too risky. Get down from there." Micah attempted to convince you as he tugged on your arm again.