Void (Boyxboy)

Unravelled

3rd Person Perspective
February 26th

Screams of pain were torn from the small lady laying shakily in the hospital bed. With every push, she felt more tears escape. It was worth it, she had thought. She would be able to see her baby boy. It had to be worth it. She wouldn't have to run anymore.

Whimpers turned to cries as the baby was finally freed. The doctor turned to the women, before glancing back at the new born child. The room went silent, aside from the whimpers of the baby.

"You. What did you do? To him? To yourself?"

Not my baby. You can't take him. Please don't take him.

"You're a Void. You shouldn't be here."

The doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a pager, calling security to the cramped hospital room.

In a panic, she pulled the IV out of her arm, along with everything else bounding her to the bed. She reached for the child, but he was ripped out of her grasp. She fell from the bed and began crying harder. Out of pain, and out of loss for her child.

"You can't take him! Not my baby! Not my baby boy." She sobbed, as cuffs were placed around her wrists. The doctor placed the child back in the bed beside her own.

His cries only grew louder. They wouldn't stop as he reached out for his mother.

"He's a Void as well. What have you done?" The doctor spat, venom lacing his voice.

The women was hauled out of the room, away from the one thing she could ever love. Patients and staff ignored her pleas for help, continuing on with their days.

Only one thought ran threw her head. She knew her baby was going to die, and she could do nothing about it.

Alex's P.O.V

I lost the van half an hour ago. I lost Echo half an hour ago.

Pulling the truck over, I pulled out my phone and called Callix. She had called me four times, and I had been to focused on Echo to answer. I couldn't help how broken my voice sounded when I answered.

"Hello?"

"Alex? Where the hell have you been? I couldn't find you, and Echo is gone too."

I couldn't help the sob that tore from my throat at the mention of his name.

"T-they got him, Cal. They t-took him while I was sleeping." The line was quiet for a moment before she spoke.

"Who took him? Who took Echo." I didn't know. The man was unrecognizable.

"I d-don't know. I just need your h-help." I let out, more sobs ripping from me. "I'm on my way. Just tell me what direction you went and I'll follow from there."

"I went north, around 95 miles out. Just please come quick." My voice was small and fragile, and I hated it.

"I'll see you soon." Callix spoke, ending the conversation as the line went dead. I put shaky hands on the steering wheel, pulling back onto the freeway.
I was going to get him back, even if it killed me.

Echo's P.O.V
I wasn't on the table anymore, but in a room with a small cot and not much else. The walls were white and sterile, and I couldn't locate a point of entry. A small camera was in the corner, and there were some crackers on the ground beside the cot.

My stomach was screaming, but I refused to eat the food. Although I knew they could make me comply by force, I wouldn't give in and hurt myself over some crackers.

I sat on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest, hoping to wake from the bad dream. I looked around for a clock, but found a calendar instead. Dates were scribbled off in red marker, but one day was circled carefully. February 26th. 2/26. 2:26.

I jumped back, resting against the far wall, telling myself I was overthinking everything.

But I couldn't be. Every nightmare I could remember ended at 2:26.

Everything happened on February 26th, now that I thought about it. My parents grew more distant around that time every year. Although they weren't the most social usually, they wouldn't even look at me in February, or the end of it at least. It was nice not getting beaten or screamed at over small things, but it made everything lonelier than usual.

My hands began shaking, but I refused to cry again. I had to be strong.

The neck of the camera twisted and stretched when I moved, following my every move. Maybe if I covered it, someone would come and I could escape.

What a stupid plan. It was probably twelve feet up, and I knew I would never reach it.

I sighed before curling up on the cot, with only the stare of the camera to keep me company.

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