Lost and Found

Chapter 1

Surrey, England,  January 1968

Snow was falling around the school. John ran to his next class. He knew he'd be at least a minute late. The snow seemed to be falling faster and harder. John could barely see through the storm. Why do we have classes when it's bloody snowing? John asked himself in his head. Then he realized he was nowhere near his school. He turned around and started walking back. Then he tripped over something and fell. Then he felt someone grab him. He tried to scream but nothing came out. Then the world went black.

David Mellor, please come to the headmaster's office. David got up and walked to the headmaster's office a minute after the announcement was made. When he got there he saw a few policemen talking to the headmater. When they saw him, they stopped talking and turned to him.
"David, have you seen John today?" a policeman asked.
"Why?" David asked.
"He hasn't showed up for any of his classes," the policeman said. David shook his head.
"That doesn't sound like him," he said.
"We understand. But if he did leave campus, where would he go?"
"Probably the record store. He likes music," David said. He bowed his head. Hot tears formed in his eyes. The headmaster handed him a box of tissues.
"Will that be all?" the headmaster asked one of the policemen.
"Should be. If we need anymore information we will return," the policeman replied.
"If you do return, I hope it's to return John Mellor," the headmaster said.

Brixton, England, January 1968 three days later

Paul came home to the door unlocked. He found it a little odd but just brushed it off. Maybe Mum's home early. He thought. He slowly approached the kitchen. As he passed the living room he saw quite a few people rummaging through their things. One of them turned around and looked Paul straight in the eyes. Paul turned and started to run for the front door, but someone grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He let out a yelp as they pulled him back.
"Let me go!" Paul shouted. The person covered his mouth. Then they heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Paul elbowed the person but they didn't let go. They pulled him to the back door.
"Paul, are you home?" his mum called. That was the last thing Paul hear her say. They pulled him to a car and threw him in the back. Paul hit his head and blacked out.

Paul's mum came home to a ransacked house.
"Paul, are you home?" she called out with no reply. She heard the back door close and went to investigate. The kitchen looked untouched and one of Paul's shoes was laying near the door. It looked like it had been kicked off. "Paul!" she called again. Still no reply. The house was silent. "Paul, this isn't funny," she said. Then she remembered that a kid had gone missing three days earlier. Riddled with panic she went to the phone and called the police.

Five days later at a port

Paul woke up. Someone was next to him. He poked the body next to him, which resulted in him getting kicked.
"Ow!" Paul said.
"Oh I'm sorry mate. I thought you were one of them," the body said. "My name's John. What's yours?"
Paul hesitated. The boy just laughed a bit. "Oh come on. You can tell me," he said.
"My name's Paul," just as he said it the door swung open. A figure stood in the doorway.
"Oh good the two of you are up. You can walk to the ship," the figure said.
"Why did you take us?" John asked. The figure just laughed and pulled John to his feet. "The police will be looking for us!" he shouted. The figure sighed.
"They won't," the figure said.
"Why?" Paul butted in.
"We've thrown them off the trail," the figure laughed. John bit the figure, only to be thrown agaist a wall. The figure picked him up and threw him over their shoulder. Then the figure pulled Paul to his feet. Paul didn't resist. The figure pulled Paul to a big boat and then pulled him onto the boat. That's when Paul started to struggle. The figure pushed Paul against a wall. Paul caught himself and ran for the dock, only to run into another figure. Paul could see the face of this one. It was a man. The man grabbed Paul by the arm and pulled him back onto the boat.
"Don't try to run off," the man said sternly. "Understand?" Paul nodded. "I said, understand?"
"Yes,"Paul said quietly. He was scared. The figure and the man led Paul to a room. It had two beds in it. The figure placed John on one and the man shoved Paul in. The door quickly closed and the two boys were left alone. Paul crawled into the unoccupied bed and wrapped the blanket around him. It was a little cold and Paul knew it could get colder.
A few hours later Paul could feel that the boat had left. There was no way he was getting back to Brixton. He heard something stir across the room. John had woken up. He sat up and scared Paul even more in the process.
"Hey mate, you alright?" John asked. Paul didn't reply. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you."