Lost Get Found

Chapter One

Aaron's P.O.V.

"Where are they? Tell me you overgrown baboon!" roared a tall man as he threw everything in his path at Edward Donovan, a fat sweaty man huddled in the corner trying to avoid his master's 'adult tantrums'.

"I'm sorry ss-sir," Ed stuttered while shielding his face with shaky arms. "A g-government EMP pulse was activated at t-the borderline. The tr-r-racking chips are f-f-fried. We l-lost them."

A scoff came from the other side of the room.

Well at least he stopped throwing things, there's a plus. Ed thought.

He slowly backed up to the exit while watching his master's slow irregular steps follow him.

"You failed Donovan." the man stated rather calmly.

"N-no, I can get t-them back! Trust me!'

"You failed Donovan"

"N-no! I will succeed! I am not one of your f-f-failures!" he screamed at the top of his lungs while fumbling with the locked door. "SOMEONE HELP ME-E!"

"No one can help you now Donavan."

That stopped Edward cold, he had heard that before, when the master said the same threat to the previous henchman.

"No," he whispered softly." please, PLEASE NO!"

The mysterious man walked slowly to Edward, each step in sync with the ticking of the grandfather clock on the far left side of the room.

Near the poor souls, bound at their wrists and hanging from the metal rafters.

Their sickly pale bodies sparkled from the moonlight coming through the shards of broken glass in this abandoned building.

Everything about them seemed cold and dead, except for their eyes. They all had the same light in their eyes all easily readable.

Horror. Fear. Regret.

Those eyes mirrored his own.

Edward turned his eyes back to the man. The Master's words sending chills was singing. WAY off key. To the tune of American Lullaby.

"Hush a bye you sweet dead failures.

And don't you live anymore.

Edward will soon be there to join,

you so make some room for more."

Ed looked down at his master's feet.

Each step he took the floor crumbled into nothing but ash.

Metal rafters corrode with each touch of his hands on the wall.

Master flicked his hand in the air, and as on cue, his hand formed into a black blade surrounded by fire.

Ed was in awe of his master's... talent. But awe was only a second of relief as he looked at the hanging bodies.

They all swayed to the beat of the grandfather clock.

That puzzled Ed since there was no air flow in the room. No breeze.

But yet that wasn't the most puzzling.

It was the bodies themselves.

Now instead of facing him, they all faced the clock. Their eyes showed completely different emotions.

Joy. Happiness. Love

This is not possible. Dead people can't show emotions.

Not even these types. Even if they are not fully human.

But they were watching the clock. Watched quietly as it ticked the last few seconds of his life on earth before he joined them.

"Lord Jesus hear my cries, I am coming to you!"

7:30:56

7:30:57

7:30:58

7:30:59...

Crack. Squish. Pop

"Looky there, he a rice Krispy, he went snap, crackle, pop!"

He looked down to a once-promising henchman.

"Sad I had to get rid of him, good man."

He walked over to a table and grabbed a towel to wipe the blood off his hands.

He snarled is disgust as he spots specks of blood on his suit. He quickly slipped off his coat and shirt and threw it into Ed's drying blood.

He looked around his once favorite room and froze once he got a picture covered in dust lying in a broken cradle.

He quickly walked over to it and smiled warmly. In the picture was him, holding two children in each arm. With a woman smiling leaning on his shoulder.

He roughly brushed away a lonely tear trickling down his face leaving a clear streak cutting through the dirt and blood.

"Don't worry," he inhaled. "I will find you, and all the others."

The man laughed wickedly, and the bodies laughed with him