Double Trouble

MIA

~ Part 2 ~

~ A few hours before Morty's disappearance

          Morty walked along the sidewalk. His strides were slow and his heart racing a mile a minute. His mind fought between going back home and just talking about things. His stomach turned in knots and his head hurt from a migraine, not including his worry increased the further he got away from his house. Walking along the sidewalk he looked at the stretch of houses. They were run down, in the sense that no one had lived there for a while, which sent chills down his spine. Walking along them Morty felt a cold chill run down his spine. It felt as if someone was watching him. It made his stomach turn with fear and worry. Stopping to pull out his phone he looked at it's charge and frowned.

          "No, n-n-no!" He mumbled watching as the battery symbol glowed a dark red. Holding it against his chest he walked down the sidewalk, looking around at the houses. He kept his head down hoping to not see anyone but he was still getting the feeling that someone was coming closer. Walking quicker he felt the other coming closer. So he sped up once more but the figure stayed close behind. Gritting his teeth, a cold sweat dripped down his back and neck as he continued to hurriedly attempt a getaway from the stalker behind him. Feeling an adrenaline rush Morty sped up but his mind kept thinking about Rick. How he wished Rick was with him. He knew he would protect him. At least, he hoped he would. Even if he didn't Morty couldn't help but want to just curl up close to him, to have him hold him safely in his arms and promise that he would protect him. That thought gave him hope and a want to see Rick again, a want to be close to him. Even if it wasn't hope it put a fire in his ass and helped him run as fast as he could. The other pair of footsteps started running too, Morty now had something to really worry about. Running to the end of the current block he was on he took a right then another right. As the footsteps reseeded behind him he smiled nervously.
"Got'cha!" Hearing that voice Morty looked to his side unable to see the figure he tripped over his foot and fell with a loud thud onto the ground. Crying out in pain he slowly got up, struggling to stand up he fell back onto his hands and knees. "Now you can't escape." Hearing laughing behind him Morty felt cold tears run down his face. He could tell from the tone of the others voice that they were pissed at him. Trying to get up he was harshly kicked in the stomach. Looking up in terror he watched as a napkin was placed over his mouth. Struggling against the other he quickly started to feel heavy, his limps became limp, leaving him unable to fight. Watching the masked other his vision became blurry. Soon, everything became dark.

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Beth rushed down the road, determined to find her son she looked everywhere. Running down streets and roadways she became desperate by this point. Thankfully, though, it seemed as if the police also got into the search due to a cop stopping and asking her about her son. She explained the situation giving the cop as much information to relay to the others looking for Morty. Due to him being a minor they all looked for him working as quickly as they could. The cop urged her to try and stay as calm as possible and that Morty couldn't have gone very far. Being a minor gives him a disadvantage, not including being Jerry's son also hindered his intelligence. Running as long as she could she started to break down, her eyes watered as she walked along the sidewalk. Feeling as if a piece of her was ripped out and stabbed over and over again she stood by the road and cried. He has to be alright but why run away? What did she do, she could only think about his safety and how bad of a mother she was. Wiping her tears away she walked slowly her footsteps the only sound she heard. Finding a bench she sat down and sniffled. He's been missing since dinner and here she was watching the sunrise. Crying Beth couldn't help but let it all out. How, how could he not come back? He must. He needs to be home with them. Sniffling her tears faded as a headache replaced them. Sitting back against the bench she watched as clouds rolled in, covering the sunrise. Closing her eyes she tried to relax, her body ached and her head hurt but she just felt too damn lost. Starting to relax she was taken out of it quickly when a loud bang echoed near her location.

The second shot was followed by two more shots. Getting off of the bench her mind raced with terrifying ideas of what happened, to who, she didn't know. Running in the direction of the loud bangs she slowed down upon seeing a form on the ground. Placing a hand over her mouth she noticed that the figure's shirt was yellow, not a dim yellow, a bright sunshine yellow. Tears streamed down her face as she moved closer, soon noticing that it was indeed her son. There was so much blood she almost missed seeing the bullet wound in his leg, two other wounds in his chest and one in his abdomen.
"Oh god, oh god. MORTY!" Running towards him she placed her hands onto one wound on his chest, "oh god, oh god. Morty! MORTY!" Her screams and the bullet shots caused many people to exit their houses and come see what the commotion was. Seeing a body soaked in blood many of the people called the police and with police officers close by they came as soon as possible. Seeing the boy, one police officer called an EMT. The other police officer called for backup to try and find the shooter, the police officer then put his hand on Morty's other gunshot wound on chest trying to prevent further blood loss. With others arriving Beth was able to get someone others to help her stop the bleeding momentarily. Morty laid still on the ground, his eyes closed making him appear asleep. Cuts and bruises littered his little frame. Not including rope marks and hand cuff marks that were embedded on his neck and wrist. It appeared as if he was tortured before being shot. Possibly chased outside before being shot. All the while Beth tried to save her son police officers gathered together to push people away. Some people could hear Beth mumbled coldly trying to coo Morty awake. Sobbing by this point she cried and held his wounds whispering, "my baby boy. My baby boy." So cold and numb she didn't realize when the police pulled her away as EMT's took Morty onto a gurney and into the truck. Beth coldly watched as they left ,the police moved her away from the scene as investigators began to arrive and start their job. Sitting on the ground Beth opened her phone and dialed Rick's number with bloody hands.

          "Hey, this is Summer. Grandpa Rick is driving right now. What's up? Any new news?" Cold tears ran down her face and she sobbed into the phone. Summer tried to calm Beth down but she could only wait until Beth's sobs became silent enough for her to speak.
"Someone shot Morty. Someone shot my baby boy." She cried loudly Summer now fully understanding why Beth was crying.