Wake Me Up When It's All Over (DHMIS AU)

.:PROLOGUE:.

This was it. This was the last place they hadn't checked. An old shed in the country side, appearance-wise, it was old yet sturdy. The doors were made of metal, while a wooden structure held the place up. Pounding her fist against the door, she kept her gun close to her.

"Police!" She yelled near as loud as she could. "Open this door in the name of the law!"

No answer. It was almost as if they reached a dead end. A dead end in what you may ask?

Six years ago, three young boys went missing. Twelve-year-old Harry Makarónia, eleven-year-old Robin Quill, and ten-year-old Doi (or as his friends called him "Manny") Crocus. Supposedly, by what their parents say, Harry and Robin had gone to babysit Manny while his father went to work, and never returned home.

The word quickly got out, and many people suspected they either ran away or were murdered. These theories made no sense, as first, three children wandering on their own were bound to be found by someone, and second, no reports of bodies were ever found.

This case stumped police for over six years, and many wanted to give the case up. One officer, however, wouldn't let this go no matter what.

Her fist repeatedly collided with the door. Her dark brown hair tied tightly into a bun that was hidden under her hat; the bullet-proof vest squeezing her uniform to her chest, and boots were stained with the mud and trash from the ground.

She stopped for a few seconds, grinding her teeth as no-one bothered to open the door. Knowing that if they left, they would miss their chance at finding this bastard; she turned her head over her shoulder.

"Johnson." A rather bulky-built man raised his head slightly at the call of his voice. He stepped forward to his boss, not needing an explanation.

Sending her orders to three of the other officers with her; she directed them to move around the building. Turning her head back to Johnson, she noticed the uncountable number of dents that were left on the door by his boot.

Quickly retrieving her walkie-talkie, she heard the officers report nothing suspicious around the area.

"Good, continue searching. We're almost in."

With that last statement, a loud crashing sound could be heard, as the metal door was now flung open. Wasting no time, she aimed her gun forward and quickly stepped past her co-worker.

What she saw nearly stopped her heart. There they lay; the three missing children, strapped to thick, metal tables and unconscious to the point of appearing dead.

In order, Harry laid at the far left, his hair much longer and a disheveled mess; Robin was to her right, seeming extremely ill, his face was stained with small smudges of vomit and his skin had the slightest tone of green in it; finally, Manny at the far right, his eyes overlapped with dry tears and sleep, which gave almost the appearance that they were glued shut.

A similarity between them all, is that they were all malnourished; not technically near anorexic, but very improperly fed, it also didn't help that their clothes were ripped and squeezing into their bodies, which was quite obviously affected the circulation of their blood.

A machine was built just above their heads, highlighting rather gruesome events. Robin being eaten by a giant can, which caused the ill boy to near immediately throw up drops of stomach bile; Manny going through unending barrages of singing objects while crying, which caused loud, heart-wrenching whimpers to emit; and Harry attempting to stop all of this, causing panicked gasps and pants from the red-head as he thrashed his head from side to side.

Grabbing her walkie-talkie, she urgently called her team. "We found the kids, we need an ambulance right now!"

Almost directly after her demand, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. The figure stood there, just staring at Johnson and her, the most intimidating look on his face.

"Freeze!" Johnson roared, raising his gun as he swiftly turned around. The figure stood still, no response anywhere in his posture.

Raising her gun, she fired a glare as if she knew perfectly that this was the suspect.

"Roy Crocus. You'll have to come to us."