Portal to death
“Alone, you shall be, to lay, to cry in darkness…till death makes you part from life…”
One evening a little boy and his sister were playing on a hill as numerous and ominous grey storm clouds rolled in. Calling out to them to come back home before the storm gets close was the grandfather. Richardson, old frail he was, a ripe seventy-eight year old man; holding his cane stick smiling from wrinkly cheek to cheek watching his two grandchildren Maxwell and Maybelle play. The two children ran down the hill ecstatic and innocently, ready to jump in their grandfather’s loving arms but, as they were running a man around the age thirty-five pulled up in his dark red pick-up truck in front of them holding a black bag, forcefully placing it over the little boy’s head and dragging him into the car. The sister shouted for the man to let go of her twin brother as the grandfather, waving his cane stick in the air hastily, trotted up the hill after him quickly. As the elderly grandfather ran for his grandson, the man roughly threw the child in the truck. The boy cried out, screaming as loud as his little lungs would allow him, for the help of his family. The man kicked the little girl hard in her stomach in order for her to move, got in his truck and darted away in his truck, almost hitting the grandfather.
“Grandpa! Grandpa help me please!” said Maxwell screaming loudly in the dark red truck as it drives away, far off into the distance.
Though, the grandfather tried his best to run to his grandchildren’s aid it was all in vain. The little boy was kidnapped as his twin sister lay injured on the ground crying in pain, mumbling her brother’s name repeatedly quietly with a whimper. Richardson dropped to his knees on the ground. Holding his granddaughter he cried hopelessly over losing his precious grandson Maxwell. He looked down at Maybelle and carried her back down the hill and to their home. Inside the small brick home preparing for dinner was the mother Velia and father Jacob. The father walked outside to look up at the sky to admire it for a few minutes before the storm, however, as he was gazing he saw his father holding his child. He stood shocked for a few seconds before running to his father.
“Dad what happened? What…” the father said in a panic but paused at the sight of his daughter in pain.
“Oh my son, a man who pulled up in a dark red truck standing a little taller than you hurt your daughter…and took your son. I’m so sorry! I tried to stop him but I’m so old! I couldn’t get to him on time”, said the grandfather with tears running down his cheeks. He slowly handed Maybelle to his son as he hanged his head low in shame. Soon the mother came out of the house curious to know what all the chatter was about. Her eyes wandered from her father-in-law to her daughter. She quietly asks the location of her son but none answered. Panicked and angered from all the silence, she ran her hand hard across the cheek of her father-in-law and screamed her question again. The grandfather held the red mark on his face looking hurt not from the slap but, from the sheer fact that he couldn’t retrieve his grandson. Holding his daughter the father walked inside the house and carried her to the couch laying her there and rubbing her stomach. He stared at his daughter and begun to shed a tear.
“I failed as a father”, he said quietly to himself, “I’m sorry Maybelle…I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you and your brother…”
He looked up at the ceiling and cried loudly; clutching his daughter and begged God why did he want such pain and torture to befall his family.
Chapter 1
“Ms. Adams, you’ve been up for three days. Why don’t you take a rest?” Detective Sanders said, putting his coat over her shoulders.
“No…I have to finish searching for the missing pieces of this murder case. I’ll get some sleep soon. Thanks though Jack.” She said barely gazing at him.
“Maybelle, you worked passed your twenty-fifth birthday, and you already did enough work on this case. Let someone else take over for a while okay?” he lifted her out of the chair away from her desk and carried her outside of the police station and into his car. He took Maybelle home to her apartment and then left her alone. She walked around her home slowly and then towards a picture. She picked it up and begins to sing a lullaby with tears falling down her face. Her tears slid across the picture of her and her brother in their innocent years before his instant kidnapping. Carrying the picture with her, she promised herself to find her brother and his kidnapper. She got ready for bed and slowly fell asleep.
Gripping her pillow tightly, and moving rapidly around her bed, Maybelle started to have a nightmare. She could see a boy being thrown down to the ground and kicked over fifty times by six men all in their thirties. The little boy begged for them to stop hurting him but they did not listen. One of the men who had a rugged beard picked up the boy and dragged him across the ground, causing his delicate thin skin to rub against the ground until it bled heavily, to an underground facility where he saw others being tortured and forced to fight one another. With hardly a voice one boy with blonde hair whimpered help from his parents before another man who was huge in size stepped on the little blonde boy's head, crushing and killing him with no mercy. A long pause swept across the underground facility along with a cold hollow wind. The little boy stared at the small crushed blonde boy’s head in shock…his eyes faded to black as he fell to his knees.
She suddenly awaked from her dream with sweat running down her head, breathing hastily; Maybelle eyes slowly gazed around the room. She leaned forward holding her face and burst into tears. Not knowing what kind of dream it was she quickly turn to her right, grabbing a notebook and a pencil off her nightstand and immediately started writing everything she saw. Closing her eyes again she could see everything the little boy saw from his point of view. Then, she picked up her cell phone and called her friend Aleah; still trying to calm down Maybelle told Aleah to come over with a sketchpad. About ten to twenty minutes later Aleah pulled up in front of Maybelle’s home. Maybelle, waiting outside for her friend to come, ran up to the car frantically waving at her. Aleah got out the car then grabbed Maybelle, shaking her arms and telling her to calm down. She pulled Aleah into the house and ran up the stairs.
To Be Continued…
