Chapter 1 The Taken

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"Mommy! Mommy! Look!" A child yells.

"What is it honey?" The mother looks down at her child

"It's the ice cream man! Can we go please, please, PLEASE?"

"Alright sweetie lets go." The child races to the cart and the mother follows along with him.

"Hello there. What can I get ya?" The ice cream man smiles at the enthusiastic child.

"I want..... That one!" The child points to the (insert fav. ice cream here).

"Here you go!" The man gave the small child the ice cream.

"Thank you and how much would that be sir?" The mother asks.

"It's on the house don't worry." The man tells her

"Oh really, thank you very much." The mother says.

"It's really no problem mam." He said

"Well goodbye now."

"Bye bye" the child waves

"Goodbye." and so the ice cream man left and continued on his route. The mother and child sat down on a bench waiting for the child to finish his ice cream.

"Thank you Mommy for buying me ice cream." The child smiles and hug his mom's arm.

"Your Welcome, I love you." The mother kisses the top of his head.

"I love you too Mommy." The child replies back.

*BANG* *thump* A person was shot dead and fell in his pool of blood. *BANG* another person is shot and falls the the floor. Panic spreads, blood curling screams are heard, people are running, crying, to shocked to move. The mother quickly realizes the situation and takes her child and runs.

"Mommy what's happening?" The child asks scared out of his wits.

"Nothing sweetie, just cover your ears and close your eyes, everything is going to be alright." The mother reassures him. The mother keeps her child close to her and not leaving any spots open where he can be shot. *BANG* *fwoo* the mother falls and her child rolls out of her arms.

"Mommy? Get up! Hurry!" the child shakes his mother to get up.

"Run, please run as fast as you can and get out please, do this for mommy." The mother pleads with her heart.

"No! I won't go, I'm staying here with you!" The child yells. Tears prickles on both the child and mother.

"Please just run. Get out of here!" The mother begs her son to leave, but the son won't.

"No mommy I don't want to leave you!" The child yells now crying. Tears spilled out of the mother as well. People everywhere are still running, running past them, not even caring about the crying child and the bleeding mother. People are dropping one by one, screams are filling the air, chaos is among them. The crying child holds on to his dying mother and the mother hugs back crying on him as well.

"Mommy I'm scared." The child tells her.

"Don't worry," the mother wipes away his tears "I'll protect you." but sadly those were her last words before death took her life.

"Mommy? Mommy?" The child shakes his mother franticly, but with no hope. "Mommy?" The child whispers. "MOMMY!" the child is now shoving, pushing shaking, just trying to get her awake. "Mommy please get up, I'll run like you said, I'll go jus please wake up." The small child cries and cries, doing all in his power to wake her. *grab* the child is taken from his dead mother.

"NO, LET ME GO!" The child hits the man, but being the small child he is, it doesn't work. The man puts his hand over the child's mouth and nose sealing oxygen away from the child. The child's movements became weaker, slower. His vision became a blur, black specs filled the blur of colors... Then everything was still... Then it all went.. Black.

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