Never Been Found

The Change

I did my best to lift him from the wooden ground. Only being able to get the top portion of his body above the ground. For a thin lanky nerd he did weigh a lot more than expected. I continued to drag his dead weighted body across his bedroom floor. As I got to his bed, I placed my arms under his armpits. Lifting him off of the ground, placing him on his bed.

"Nice try, kid." I muttered as I left his room. Locking it from the outside. Sighing softly I walked to the closest bathroom to clean myself up. A hot shower was overdue and that's the first thing that was done. After the brief shower I found one of the boys electric razors taking it to my hair. Shearing off the majority of my it. Combing it to the left side I was left with short hair on the back and sides of my head, and longer hair barely touching my forehead on the top.

"Hello, Mr. Anderson." I laughed. Back to my old ways, we loved it. Me and my friends were back to who we were. Standing there in the stagnate air, my skin damp and chilled, was one of the best part of my night. Yet, little did I know my night was going to get really bad, really fast. That's when the key question popped into my head, what about the boy? He'd wake up eventually and when he did, what was I to do? I can keep him here and teach him the way he would be living form now on.

That's it, I'd tell him that his parents, brother, and sister are fine and keep him in his room. Then when the time comes to leave he'll get a rude awakening and listen to the words and rules I will soon lie down for him to fallow.

P.O.V. Ezekiel

The last thing that I remember is falling to the ground. A pain still running through my jaw, and my back. My eyes stayed closed as I stretched my arms outward. Not feeling the ground beneath me but... My... My bed. I tightly grabbed at the pillow placed under my head. How did I get here? I know I left my room last night because, from what I think, my brother and his girlfriend were just messing around and messing up the house. Again. Yet, Zachary isn't nice enough to get away from his girlfriend for long. Not even to help me off of the floor. So why I'm in my bed is still a questing to me.

My eyes fluttered open to see the sun shining in my window. I groaned as I sat up from the soft mattress. The pain, I haven't felt a pain like this. Swinging my feet off my bed I was confronted with my rug being half way underneath my bed. Someone had to have moved me last night. Not even just move, but dragged me into my bed. Standing up onto the rug, I grabbed my jaw and looked around... Now this was very  concerning. By now, being 11:26, my mom and dad would have already come in trying to get me up to eat. Yet, I heard nothing, not even the fragrance of food was lingering in the air.

By now I was as concerned as I could be. Looking around to the books and comics on my wall I gain courage. Call me a loser but they are my muse, my
inspiration. They meaning the heroes and action loving people in the papers I've become more than obsessed with.

After looking over the paperweight piles I remove my rings from my pocket placing them back on my long, and very thin fingers. The meaning behind them? That'll come later. Anyways, as I approach the door I hear my buzz clippers for my hair.

"Zachary?" I question, my brother was always using my things, thankfully I felt better about my surroundings. Knowing that my brother was awake told me that I could figure out where mom and dad were. I had high hopes as I began jogging to my door. I had a wide smile on my face, until I got to my bedroom door. The knob won't turn. Someone locked me in... From the outside..? Pounding on the door I let a tear roll down my cheeks. The room didn't feel safe, everything around me was so stale and timeless. I had a fear. This fear was being alone, left in the dust while everyone I knew was taken away from me. After thinking for a brief moment I heard something.

Silence. Nothing was happening around the house. No movement, no sound, just stagnate architecture. The clippers were no longer operating. Even though there were no clippers sounding, the house remained silent. No walking. No talking. Nothing. So I step away from the door.

"What would the heroes do? What would the people in the books do?" I ask myself. As soon as I say this I run to the window, doing my best to push it open. Left with no luck I assume it had to be stuck. So I continued to look around outside, trying to get the attention of the random people walking along the sidewalk.

No luck.

I don't think they could here me. Or see me for that matter. My room is at the weirdest angle even if someone looked to the window, I doubt they would see me.

Ten minutes pass by and I'm pacing. I've walked over the same floor boards maybe twenty times over by now. Counting my footsteps I became bored.

"101, 102, 103.." A small sigh escaped my lips before I heard a click, my walking stopping. It was faint but I know I heard something. That's when the worst happened.

I heard my door creaking open. Pivoting on my heels I turn to face my slowly opening door. A figure of a woman... or man... Made itself noticeable as the mystery person slid through the small crack of the door. Standing in front of me, just staring.

"Isn't he perfect?" She whispered.

She just talked to herself? Oh god. Who is this? Where's my mom and dad?
As we continue to stare at each other I see a small menacing smile spread across her lips almost as if she had a plan for something.

"Please. Don't hurt me." I whispered, "I have money. You can take anything you want. It's all yours." I muttered.

My pleas got no answer, she continued staring at me as she locked the door behind her. I moved myself back to the window, getting as much room between her and I as I could manage. Even after my movements. Nothing. He or she or whatever just kept eye contact, holding the smile.

"Hello." She spoke. Though she didn't seem to have one voice. I heard maybe four different female voices in one word.

"Who... Who are you."

"Mr. Anderson." she chuckled, "Lets have a chat."