'Don't let 'im get away!' Someone from inside the van yelled, hearing no response. He swung out of the driver's cab and ran towards the stunned boy. From his pocket he pulled out a Taser and pushed the switch higher and higher, 'til it was on the highest setting. Being young and still uneducated, the boy could only guess this was not going to feel nice. Hence, he tried to get away from the crackling blue of the Taser butt. The getaway driver grabbed his shoulder and prevented the weakened, and frightened boy from running off.
Pressed flat against the barn wall, eyes squeezed shut with anticipation, he gave in to the sharp zing of the electric Taser jolt. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious. The driver smirked. Then he went pale. Slowly, he looked down to see the place where his feet were was clear. Hastily, while he still could, he picked up the limp boy and put him in the bag lying to the side, then opened his phone.
' Sir. Sir, I'll be gone when you come to the farm, but the boy's unconscious 'n in the sack.'
' Not there? I don't understand.'
'Neither do I, Sir, that's it.'
'Keep talking. '
' Can't, Sir, I'm disintegrating.'
'Ah '
Phone clattering to the ground, he looked up to the sky and smiled as nothingness ate up his neck and finally, over his head.
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Sulphur and Folded Clothes
Science FictionA young boy with anger issues gets into pickles when people he's argued with disappear. Manipulation and mind wracking, the world this young boy is thrust into is not his dream home.
