No Clue

Mistake

There was something they didn't know. Something big that was going to completely screw them over. G had made a mistake, and now the police were on their trail.

Calum was awake. He was extremely weak, and couldn't think straight, but he remembers a simple detail.

"Michael... psychopath... G... Luke." He continued to repeat this over again through the haze of morphine.

Detective Sangster knew what that meant instantly. Two brothers from the foster system had been arrested on multpile counts for growing, selling, and creating bew drugs. This had to be them. That wasn't the best part. They had an eye witness, spotting Gerald Gillum on the side of the road, just a few miles away from their cabin.

The two boy's mugshots were suddenly on everyone's television, along with a picture of Luke. The police were setting up to search through the entire forest if they had to. Whatever it takes to find the 18 year old boy.

Michael sat in his room, staring at the picture of Luke he had found in the boy's wallet. He had ripped the part with Calum off and burned it... he studied the boy's gentle features, examining every little detail.

"Mike!" G called, suddenly running into his brother's room. "Pack up, we have to get out of here," he said.

"Why?" Michael asked, standing up and slipping his treasure in his pocket. He followed G into the living room abd saw their faces plastered on the television.

"That old piece of shit at the gas station knows we're up here, we have to get out before the police show up. You get Luke, I'll get the supplies. We'll go through town, they won't suspect us to come back through and we'll get out of the country." Michael didn't hesitate. He ran into Luke's room and saw the boy, sitting on the floor silently staring off in the distance. He kneeled down and unlocked the metal cuff on his wrist, allowing it to fall to the floor.

"Come on, baby boy. It's moving day." He grabbed the boy's plaid shirt and put it around him, tying his hands together infront of him and tying a gag around his neck. He moved him out to the SUV and fastened the rope to a bar. Luke still just stared off into the distance, the depression setting of the drug kicking in. "Hey," Michael said softly, turning the boy's gaze towards himself. "Don't you worry. No one will ever separate us." He kissed the boy on the lips softly, letting down his guard.

"Michael! Come help me!" G yelled. He groaned and jumped up, walking out of the car. Luke held in his hands the pocket knife he had just stolen. He was determined to get out.

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They drove for a long time. He wasn't sure where they were because of the black windows. He just wanted to be home already. He felt the car stop as G spoke to Michael. He began cutting the rope with the pocket knife in his hand, feeling it loosen once it was severed. He pulled it away and took the gag off of his mouth, moving to the door. He searched for a handle, or something that could aid in his escape. He used the knife and dragged it along the crack in between the two doors, feeling it stick on the latch. He wiggled it until it clicked pushing open. He noticed they were in the parking lot of the gas station his brother worked at. Only a block away from their home. He smiled and shut the back door, hearing G getting out of the car. He quickly dropped to the ground, and crawled underneath the SUV, shaking. G and Michael were wearing disguises so no one would be able to identify them.

"Mike, go get something. I'll fill the tank up," he said. Luke watched silently as he filled the tank with gas before going inside as well. He quickly crawled out from under the carm noticing the sun was setting. He was only half dressed and it was beginning to snow again. He sighed and pulled his shirt tightly around himself, beginning to run home. He turned the corner and saw his house on the end of the street, lights on inside, filling him with hope. He was so close. Nothing could stop him now. He ran up the front steps, but the door was locked. He knocked loudly.

"Mum? Ashton? Jack? Anyone!" He shouted. "Mum! Mum, it's me! It's Luke!" Suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind and pull him over the side of the porch, covering his mouth as the door flew open.

"Luke?" Liz asked frantically, looking around. "B-baby? Luke!" Anne came out behind her, glancing around. "Luke!" Liz shouted. Luke fought against Michael, trying to scream out, but he injected him with something, making it impossible to move.

"Liz, Liz he isn't here," Anne said, pulling her frantic wife into a hug.

"N-no. I heard him! I heard him! I know I did!" She sobbed, falling to the ground. "I heard him!" Michael positioned himself behind the bushes when he saw Ashton's car pulling up, watching as Luke's eyes forced their way closed.

"Mum?" Ashton asked, running up the steps. "What happened?"

"He was here, he was right here, I heard him. I heard my baby!" Liz shouted. Something caught Ashton's eye on the ground of the porch and he leaned over, picking up the silver chain. Anne gasped slightly and held her hand out, staring at Luke's necklace. Michael quickly looked down and checked around Luke's neck, mentally groaning. His necklace broke off...

"He has to be close... Jack, Ben, Lauren, Harry!" Anne shouted. "Get down here!" They ran into the front room and closed the front door. G quickly drove down the street and Michael jumped up, carrying Luke over and putting him in the back. He slammed the door closed and got into the passenger seat as the front door opened again. He slammed his car door and G sped away as Liz shouted after them. She knew. They had her baby boy.