The Stray Omega

Backstory (Mitch)

"My dad worked as a police officer in the small town I was raised in. He was a detective and always took up the cases that included murders or suspects of kidnappings. I was one of his cases..."

"Grassi, we have a new lead on the kidnappings. Coming with to check it out?" Mike looked up when his coworker came into his cubicle and he thought for a moment.

"Send me the details. I'll catch up in a moment."

"You got it." Mike pulled the folder of cases towards him and read over a few before grabbing the one they had found a lead on. He stood up from his desk and left to his car. He tossed the file into the passenger seat then drove to the address given to him.

By the time Mike got to the address, there were already ambulances and several cop cars from the area surrounding the building.

He got out of his car and walked under the police tape and towards the front of the abandoned church. "What's going on?"

"Those guys are the ones who've been taking the kids." Mike looked to where his coworker was pointing and saw several men being restrained on the ground as they were fighting their arrest.

"Have you gotten the kids?"

"Most of them have been taken and are already on the way to the hospital but there's a room in a basement. The door won't budge so we're trying to unlock it."

Mike nodded. "I'll head down there now." Mike left the group and went into the building and down into the basement. Once he got down the steps, he saw the other detectives trying to pick the locks on the wooden door.

"Fucking rookies, step back," Mike mumbled. He brought his foot up and kicked the door, grunting when a shock went up his leg. He kicked the door again then a third time, the door finally giving out. He waited for the door to creak open and he pulled a flashlight from his belt.

Mike turned the light on and shined it in the room, the light illuminating a small body curled in the middle of the room. He walked forward and noticed the purple and blue, almost black, bruises littering the child's back, bare rump and parts of his thighs. He tucked his flashlight away and the other detectives searched for a light switch.

Mike got to his knees and he gently shook the child. The boy didn't respond but he attempted to fight back when Mike tried to pick him up. "Come on, son. We're here to get you free. Just hang onto my neck, I'll try not to touch your bruises."

The boy turned over when the lights came on and he saw the soft face of the detective on his knee behind him. Though he couldn't help but let his eyes shine blue at the Alpha above him.

"T-T-They h-h-hurt me..." The boy stuttered and it was obvious the boy had a speaking problem.

"I know, son. Come on, let's get you out of here." Mike picked the boy up from under his arms and the boy wrapped himself to Mike's torso. A paramedic came down and wrapped a blanket around the naked boy.

The boy refused to let go of Mike when the paramedic tried to grab him. Mike ushered the paramedic away and he went upstairs on his own, sitting in one of the ambulances. The boy looked over Mike's shoulder, his eyes softening at the cloudy sky. He took in his surroundings and cried out when there was a pressure on his back.

The boy held onto Mike for dear life as a paramedic took care of him. Mike shushed the boy as best he could and his torso was wrapped in gauze. Mike stood up and went to his car, the boy still clinging to him like if he were to let go, he'd be captured again and wouldn't see anyone for another five years of his life.

"Come on, son." Mike did his best to get the boy to let go of him and he placed him in the car. He then hurried to the trunk and grabbed his duffle bag, unzipped it and grabbed a spare shirt. He shut the trunk and went back to the boy, helping him put the shirt on.

The boy snuggled in the soft clothing and he looked up at Mike with thankful eyes.

"T-T-Thank yo-you." Mike smiled and brushed the boy's long hair to the back of his head.

"You're welcome. Now come on, we have to get you to a hospital." Mike picked up the boy again and carried him into one of the empty ambulances. They rode to the hospital and Mike's heart broke when the boy cried out for him as nurses and doctors put him into a gurney and wheeled him to a room.

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"Hey, you." Mike came into the room to see the boy sitting up against the bed, cushions supporting his back and soothing the bruises. He sat near the bed and the boy looked at him with red eyes. "I need to ask you a few questions, son. Can you answer them?"

The boy nodded and Mike read off the first question.

"What is your name?"

The boy shook his head. "I-I don't h-have o-one. T-th-they c-called me t-three t-two."

"Thirty-two?" Mike asked and the boy nodded. He took in a heavy breath then looked down at his file. He pulled out the case he had gotten for a missing child five years ago and showed the boy.

"Does these people look familiar to you? Or the small baby in the picture?"The boy shook his head again. Mike put the folder up and stared at the boy. "Do you know how old you are?"

The boy looked at his hands, bending fingers and doing some hard thinking before showing six fingers. "T-this mm-many. I-I think."

"Anyways. Aside from this. I brought you something." Mike pulled his satchel from his side and put the file away then pulled a small bag of food from it. The boy's eyes widened and his stomach rumbled at the smell.

"Sandwiches." Mike pulled a sandwich from the bag and handed it to the boy. The child unwrapped the toasted sandwich and bit into it gratefully. He let out a soft gasp as warm, melted cheese seeped onto his tongue. Mike watched the boy with a smile and he handed him a soda. 

The boy wiped his mouth on his arm and looked at the soda. "A-A-Are you sss-sure?" 

"Of course, son." Mike uncapped the soda and handed it to the boy. While he was busy taking large gulps, Mike grabbed a few napkins from the bag and wiped the boy's bruised arm. 

"Th-Thank you."  The boy looked over with grateful eyes. Mike smiled and stood up, gently grabbing the boy's arm as he leaned down and pressed his lips to the boy's forehead. The boy almost flinched at the contact but he trusted Mike so he stayed as still as possible.

"I've got to get back to work but, you can have this." Mike pulled one of his old phones from his back pocket. It was a flip phone, easy to use and he handed it to the boy. "It has a simple game on there and my contact number. You can call it if you need something from me." 

The boy, not exactly understanding what the man said just nodded and took the device Mike handed to him. 

Mike stared at the boy for a moment before sitting back down. "I'll show you how to use it, son." 

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