Badlands

Entering Badlands Chapter Eleven

THIS IS JUST MORE OF A FILLER CHAPTER AGAIN WHOOPS!

No matter how much or how little Susan Urnis hated to be a pardon, if she had a mission to do something. Dear Scott, she would do it. She has a mission now and that mission is to find her son. Dead or alive (shudder even the thought). She still wanted to find him and know her mission was complete.

She loves her son dearly. The only person that can keep her sane. Heck Zac could do that to anybody if he had the chance.

She had four seperate phone calls to make. Four out of four of them she dreaded too. She didn't want to ask the parents of her son's best friends the reason why he is missing. She doesn't want to do anything that could be so uncomfortable but here she was. She got the number code dialed and then with all the strength she had in her she tried to reach the Marsh's house first. Justin was the kid's name, she thought, he was nice. Polite. He always wanted to do anything around the house for her whenever all the boys came over, which was harldy. But he was the best out of all. She didn't like to play favorites but if she could.

"Hello?" a voice is heard. The woman was nice sounding and it soothes the roughness of Susan's eyebrows to a thin line of no worry.

"Hello Mrs. Marsh this Susan. Susan Urnis," she looks from the small kitchen phone to the portable one and then debates whether she should trade. Afterall this could take a while.

"Ah Susan how are you?!" the woman asks. She oviously doesn't know about the disappearence yet. But how? Maybe he was at her house then.

"Good I guess. Maybe. I actually have a question. Is Zac there? I mean I haven't seen him for a couple ofdays and I have gottne worried he usually tells me when he does things like this."

The woman doesn't speak for a moment or two leaving the worried mother back to her unusual thoughts.

"Well no. he is'nt here. My boy ain't either but I reckon he will be anytime now," the woman her name being Karen Marsh, or her maiden name being Peet says.

"Ahh I see. Thank you so much for your time."

They properly say their goodbyes and Susan marks off the first name. She proceeds to do the same for the next then the next and sadly the last. All of them say the same. No boys are in the homes right now and nor the boy was there.

It was getting dark soon and you would think the boys would get home soon and Zac would pedal here any moment. In his big bike that Susan not necessarily liked. But his grandfather gave it to him so he kept it. She sits down in th chair and then puts her hands on her eyes. She pulls down and then groans.

Where is her son? Is he safe or not?

Most mothers would call the police the first night the boy didn't come hoome but Susan wasn't like that. She knew her son would try to be safe and he was. He never hurt himself and he showed to her he was responisble. Right now. If Zac was safe. She now felt a bit of disappojntment. That rarely came for Susan in regards to her son. usually it would be Tiffiany at work slacking and she had to yell but for son. He was good. He was gret. Maybe the best son you could ask for.

That wasn't her mother deeds talking either. Anyone could see it. Anyone. They all knew Zac was a well behaved individual and knew if he needed to protect himself in any danger he would do it. Then he would his mother about it. He was respectful and kind. It came so freely to him and he was humble.

Was....

No. No. He is. Yes that is the phrase.

Susan feels like she is falling into dispair. Her son wouldn't do this. He wouldn't.

He would look at her right now in the matter of fact and put his hand on her shoulder for comfort.

"Don't worry Mom. I am safe. Everything will be alright. Here let me make some dinner and then afterward I will get a good hot bath running for you and maybe you can read a good romance novel while doing so. Doesn't that sound nice?"

That would sound nice. Maybe she should do that now. Maybe she should drown in her sorrows while reading a great novel about a woman going to a paradise island and finding love. Maybe this one she will read about a man and a woman finding love in some of the worse places you could think of. Whatever the case is. Maybe she is just over thinking the missing and maybe her son just went to his father's like what Randolph said.

His father....

Oh but if she could just make another call.

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While the mother of a missing child is soaking in a bubble bath, an over stressed chief looks at all the clues. All the clues leading to something. Of course he did have another message from her. She must have called him before relaxing. Typical.

What was worse he had small little things to worry about. Like how the houses draining for Ritchman all the way down Krister was backing up. The basements of several houses were overfilled with grey water and we all know what grey water is. Filth.

"Shit water," Harley would call it.

No matter what you would call it you would still not want it in your basment.

Then there were several accounts of people stealing at the small grocery store. And don't even get him started on the stupid tales Gregory Krastmen tells him. Of the two dumb bats he saw the other other day is now knowing and revealing the town's truth. The truth that only the law and government should know. No little newbies of the world trying to invesigate that is for sure. No sirey.

He wakes up from a small little nap on his desk and then recieves a knock on the door.

"Come in," the sheriff says and then rubs at his eyes.

"Sir," the small deputy of the first invesigation recalls, "I was just informed that we have another case. A missing child."

The man puts his small hat on his head again and groans, "well shit. Just what I need. Another. Who? And how is there another?"

The deputy shrugs his shoulders and then adds, "if I knew. Sir we just have to get it done. Here."

He gives the papers to him and the man skims read it.

                                                                                Camilia Polisher

                                                                                           Age 14

                                                               Where she was last: shopping at Fry's

"Well this is a lot of fucking information don't you think?" the man sarcastically says with a groan. He gets up from his chair and goes to the deputy," I guess we have to make a trip to Fry's."

"For what?"

"The tapes youngster for the tapes," Sheriff Randolph tells him and hands the papers back, "maybe her disappearence was caught and I swear if we findd her maybe it is linked to Zac Urnis."

He only prayed.

Everyone could pray and only prayed. If there was nothing else better to do of course.

"This town is going ape shit really quick, " the deputy whispers to himself and follows the chief to the doors and then they both get in the SUV.