Battles (A Shaytards Fanfiction)

Kidnapped

Colette's POV:

"Tell me in detail what happened, Brock," I said, as Shay left to look for Daxton.
"Well, we were wandering around, looking for the vending machine. Daxton was a little way in front of me as I had stopped to dodge a wheelchair. I wanted to run up and grab his hand agaim when this man in all black and blonde hair ran up, gabbed Daxton and ran off," Brock explained, sobbing.
I started crying too. My baby boy, kidnapped. I called the police and explained everything.
They said they would come over to see if they could find out more.
"It's all my fault," Brock whispered.
"Baby, it's not," I said gently.
"I said I'd take care of him but I didn't!" Brock sobbed.
"You were taking care of him, you just got caught up and you did the right thing coming to me," I said.
The police arrived.
"Hello, Pocatello Police, do you have more information, Brock?" A policeman asked.
"He has blonde hair and... tan skin and green eyes in all black. He was using a black cap with the letter A on it, a black hoodie, black pants and black high top Converse," Brock squinted while thinking back.
"We'll go to the counter and ask her if a man like that entered and what his name is because you have to register before entering," another policeman said.
They left the room just as Shay walked in. Avia was seating next to Emmi, crying.
Gavin just sat there, in a trance. Brock was crying and muttering about how it was all his fault.
"What are we going to do?" I asked Shay in a low voice.
"I don't know, babe. First the cancer, now the kidnapping," Shay sighed.
We all sat there, waiting for someone to show up with news. Soon, a policeman entered.
"We talked to the woman at the front counter. His name is Josh Gray Lennings and he lives on Idaho Falls Street in Flat 123 on level 12 in apartment 2," the policeman said.
"Go there! Get my baby back!" I screamed.
"Of course. We're heading there now," he said, exiting the room.
He hurried out the door. Shay hugged me as I sobbed in his shoulder.

Avia's POV:

And now this. Why? Why my sweet baby brother? Brock was beating himself up.
I grabbed a Lego Spiderman and walked towards him. I showed him the figurine.
He pushed it out of my hand. He turned his back on me as the Lego clattered to the floor.
"Brock, the police know who the man is. We have a high chance of getting Daxton back. Don't worry," I said.
"It's not that! It's my fault, that's why I'm upset!" Brock snapped.
"It's not your fault, Brock," I said firmly.
"Really? You're not mad at me?" Brock asked, staring at me with his huge brown eyes.
"Of course not. You couldn't help it," I said gently.
He smiled and picked up the Lego. He began playing but stopped after a minutes.
"It's no fun without Dax," Brock grumbled.
He put the Lego on the floor and slumped in a chair, looking bored and upset.
I sighed and picked the Lego up, putting it in my backpack. I went to my bed and lay down.
The door burst open. A policeman entered.
"Do you guys want to come and help look for Daxton?" He asked.
We all nodded. I was tired but I wanted my baby brother back. We packed up and followed the man.
Soon, we arrived at the apartment. The police knocked his door down.
"Police, put your hands in the air," one of them said.
We heard crying and hissing. We slowly tip-toed into one of the bedrooms. No one.
We went into the bathroom. No one. Kitchen. No one. Master bedroom. We gasped when we saw what was happening.

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