Survival

24

Hey guys, 

I hope you guys are enjoying the holidays, I'm not looking forward to going back to school. I got my GCSE results back, and I'm mighty proud of myself. 

It's sad to say, but the story is almost over. I know it's not as long as the EXPOSED, but I've taken this as far as I can. 

Hope you've enjoyed reading it. 

-Dipstickdope

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The office was dark; the blinds and curtains keeping the outside world from penetrating the gloomy room. The windows were open, allowing a light breeze to dance with the blinds, but they didn't let it in.

The desk lamp was on, illuminating paperwork that had been ignored for days and pictures that he had found himself looking at more and more.

Cold. Empty. Useless. Helpless. Terrible.

That was how he had been feeling for three days now. Police had come and gone; cameras had also come and gone. The school had been searched, the island had been searched- both islands, and the body of water between.

Nothing.

His baby girl was missing. The one thing he had come to cherish more than his work. He'd missed fourteen years of her life, but he was determined not to screw up the rest- and he'd failed.

He knew the three boys would look out for her; they always had and always would. It was the one thing he could count on. Wherever she was, the boys were too. It was a huge news story: the four missing kids of Morris Island, the ones who'd gotten Charleston's most powerful man in prison.

How could he have been so stupid? Sending her to school? Cooper was gone, she had fallen ill, two of the three boys followed her, and now all four of them were gone too.

Agent Francis Thompson. MSRI agent.

Just the name was enough to shake his limbs with hatred. That spineless, good-for-nothing bastard had taken his daughter, Kit just knew it. Temperance had called almost every day, reassuring him that they would find her. She'd offered her expertise and her time to help search for Tory, but he had declined because he didn't want to make a large scandal out of it all. The kids had had enough publicity.

Kit was leaning over his desk on his elbows, sleeves rolled to his elbows and his tie loose around his throat. He hadn't slept since finding out she was gone, he had barely eaten, and LIRI was suffering because of it. But no one said anything to him.

They all knew his daughter was missing.

And they had offered all their support in finding her.

The other parents were exactly the same: sleep deprived, under-eating and lost with grief and confusion.

I will find her. And I will get whoever took her from me.

Kit had never felt so angry in his entire life, and he didn't know what to do with it. He sighed with agitation.

He knew their ability would be the main reason to their abduction, and he had dug up every bit of research he could about Karsten's experiment, but Thompson had taken it all. There was nothing left for them to look at.

He almost jumped when his phone went off. Scrambling to his pockets, he suppressed another sigh.

"Whitney, I'm-" but the phone was still ringing. Kit frowned. It was the office phone, not his mobile. Dropping his mobile, he picked up the office phone. "Director Howard"