Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm clock went off but the boys were not in their beds. They're room was silent and they're bed were made nicely. Jake and Dustin weren't anywhere in they're room. Backpacks ready to grab and go, lunch money on the counter, the only sounds in the house were the dripping of water in the sink. Liz's heels clinked against the hard wooden floor in a fast beating rhythm. Each door opened then slammed shut by Liz. Her eyes were winds and a note was crunched up in her sweaty hand. Her heart raced hoping it wasn't true, just a bad joke they decided to play.
"Please don't let it be true. No..." She had checked all the rooms in her house but there was no sign of the boys. As she opened the last door she broke down and feel to her knees crying. Mascara running down her face mixed in with her tears. Liz slowly unfolded the note to read it just one more time.
Dear Lizzy,
We have your kids. If you call the cops they won't be able to help you. If you want your 'kids' back we have an offer. You know master isn't patient and he'll give us something to do with them. If you want to take up our deal you know where to meet us.
~ Lady C.
Liz growled and crunched the note standing up. She stomped down into her room and pulled out a chest from under her bed. She threw off her heels and dress. Putting her hair in a long braid, some ripped leggings, combat boots, and a dark shirt. Finally she took a bag and ran out into the woods. "Tear my house down, take everything I own away, hurt me, but you may NOT mess with my family!" Liz screeched stomping though the underbrush and bushes.
Miles later she came to a clearing where a old fence cut strait through the middle. Liz walked right up to the post and sighed. Then she jumped over and walked on. She was no longer on her property, she was on enemy territory now.
