Deadly Chimes: A Blayne Mitchell Story

Prologue

The truck crawled down the road, its driver scanning left and right with a wide grin. He was searching for a certain thing in particular. He wouldn't have to search hard. The certain things would come to him. That's when a certain thing appeared.

The kid skipped up to the man's truck happily. The man studied the child. He was of slight build but looked strong enough. The kid had messy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. The man smiled at the kid. He would do.

"Does your mom know you're here?" The man asked out of the window. The kid shook his head fervently. The man smiled back, then whispered an order to the people sitting in the back of the truck. They nodded solemnly and stepped outside quietly. The kid handed the truck driver some money and started blabbering. The man smiled and nodded along with the talk, watching as his men slowly crept up behind the child. When the kid stopped talking they jumped on him, clamped his mouth shut, and threw him in the back of the van. He struggled hard, so the thugs had to use a chloroform rag to subdue him.

"Is he secure?" The man asked over his shoulder.

The front thug grunted, "Yeah." The man nodded, and started the truck back on. He flipped a switch and cruised down the road slowly. Two more kids approached like the first one. One of them was too skinny, so they threw him in the back and shot him right through the head. Quick, clean, efficient. The other two kids stayed quiet after that.

"What's your name, kiddo?" The driver asked the first kid with messy blonde hair.

"David," David replied defiantly. The driver smiled and asked the same question to the second dark haired kid.

The second kid replied, "Alex." Alex was nowhere near as defiant as David. He could barely say his name without almost breaking into tears. High maintenance and strong. But the driver didn't care, they would be out of his hands by the next day.