No Clue

Leave Me Alone

Luke woke up, still tied to his chair in the empty room. He looked around, not seeing either of his captors. This could be his only chance. His eyes landed on the blade Michael used against him earlier, sitting on a table a but infront of him. He put his feet firmly on the ground and pulled himself and the chair along the concrete floor. He smiled and started moving faster, inching his way forward. He made it to the table and tried reaching for it, but it was too far. He reached as far as possible, brushing it with the tips of his fingers. He strained as much as he could, pulling the blade towards himself somehow. Suddenly he heard voices in the other room. He hid the knife in his sleeve and pushed himself back to his original postion, beginning to shake. The door burst open behind him and Michael leaned down infront of him.

"Good news, baby boy, it's moving day. Let me show you to your new room." He smirked and started untying the knots on his wrists and pulled the incredibly weak boy to his feet, causing the knife to slip out of his sleeve, and clang again the cold ground. Michael leaned down and picked it up, twirling it on his fingers. "Really, bitch? Now what were you planning on doing with this?" Luke looked down and shuddered as the cold metal was brushed against his cheek. "Come on bitch." He dragged him into the other room and pushed him inside, flicking the lightswitch to illuminate the room. "Welcome to your new home. It's all yours." He pulled the boy back up and pinned him up against the metal slab that stood in the center of the room. "Tell me how much you love it," he demanded.

"I-I love it," Luke said, shaking. He was worried if he didn't agree, he'd be killed.

"Good." He smirked and kissed the boy's neck softly, before tearing his shirt off of him and putting his wrists in the cuffs attachted to the metal slab. He kneeled down and pulled down his pants, leaving him in nothing more than his boxers before he locked his ankles in cuffs. He looked up and smirked at the boy's penguin boxers. "Sexy," he laughed, standing up. He pushed a button on the wall and the metal slab began to shift into a horizontal position. "Don't worry, baby boy," Michael whispered, rubbing his hand up and down Luke's soft chest. "You're going to love it here eventually. See, believe it or not, we actually took you for a reason, not just for fun, but don't worry we'll have lots of fun. The real reason we took you, is because of this," he gestured at the blue liquid in the IV bag. "We need a guinea pig to test out our drug. You just so happened to fall into our trap." He slipped the needle into Luke's pale arm and taped it down. "Don't worry. We should have better results this time." Before Luke could argue, Michael switched the IV on, injecting it into the boy's small system. At first it made him feel incredibly cold, but almost immediately it seemed to turn into flames inside of his veins, causing him to scream loudly. The burning sensation turned into the feeling of glass, ripping through the inside of his body. He struggled against the bonds, trying to get away from his torture, but suddenly the feeling changed. Instead of agonizing pain, it was the most satisfying feeling he had ever felt in his entire life. Michael watched as his eyes glazed over and his body relaxed, his breathing became so soft it was almost as if he were dead. "How does it feel, baby boy?" Luke looked over at him, clouds seemed to surround him. He almost looked like an angel... he felt as if he were floating. He couldn't say anything. He only smiled.  Michael smiled back and placed a kiss on his lips. "I'll be back in an hour... that's when the real fun starts..." with that, he turned and stalked out of the room.

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  He sat at his desk, staring at the photos of the crime scene.

"What are you thinking?" His partner, Holland, as coming over and sitting by him, glancing at a picture of the young boy who went missing.

"I'm trying to think of any reason someone would possibly want to kidnap such a sweet kid..." Thomas whispered, sighing in frustration. "Literally everyone we've spoken to couldn't find a single thing that was wrong with him. Why would someone take him?"

"Well... maybe they took him because they couldn't find any flaw in him... I mean, we've dealt with that kind of psychopath before."

"Yeah, but this feels different. You would think they would be gentle but look at the drag patterns. Theres nothing that says gentle about this... and he's been gone for over a week, still no ransom call. You would think that if someone took him because of his family, they would've called by now."

"Who's desperate enough to take a 19 year old boy?" Holland asked, playing with the buckle on her holster.

"Hopefully whoever it is isn't desperate enough to torture or even kill the boy..."

"Hopefully we can find him before they do..."

~~~

Calum stared across the street silently, sitting on the playground swing. This is where he had first met Luke when they were only four years old...  the place where they had their first date, their first kiss, the place where they first said 'I love you.' To Calum, this was the most special place on the entire planet. The place he never wanted to lose...
He felt someone sit next to him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Ashton and Luke's little brother, Harry.

"Hey, Harry. What are you doing out here?" Calum asked, wiping a tear away.

"I snuck out to look for Luke... but I still havent found him..." he sniffed and wiped the tears away from his face. "I-Is he dead?" He whispered, choking out a sob.

"No, hey. Of course he isn't," Calum said, standing up and kneeling infront of the small boy. "Of course he's not dead..."

"T-then where is he? Who took him? Why won't he come home?" The 11 year old boy broke down into tears, sobbing as Calum wrapped his arms around him.

"Hey, it's okay. He's going to be okay..."

"I want him home! I want him to sing me to sleep, and I want him to get mad at me when I take his things! I miss him!"

"I know. I miss him too. Shh. Come on... let's get you home..." he sniffed and nodded, standing up with Calum and walking to his car. He drove the young boy home quietly, not having any idea what to say. He pulled up to the house and Harry hurried to get out of the car.

"Do your mums have people over?" Calum asked, looking at the line of cars parjed out front. He just shrugged and stepped out of the car. Cal quickly followed him, walking inside.

"Harry? Where the hell have you been?!" Anne asked, engulfing her youngest child into a hug. "We were so worried about you!"

"I went to get you up and you were gone!" Liz said, hugging him. Calum looked past them and saw all of the Hemmings/Irwin kids sitting on the couch, except for Luke of course, they were staring at the detectives that stood infront of them. Ashton stood up and ran over to Calum.

"Dude... they've actually found a trail..."

"Seriously?" He asked, playing with the ring on his finger.

"Seriously. It's leading them out of state though. They have people following it." Calum felt hope building up inside himself.

"Do you think they'll find him?" He asked hopefully.

"I think so. And if they dont then we will." But evem though they were hopefully, Luke definitely wasn't.