The Purge: Savior In The Shadow

10 - Melanie Recalls Pt. 1 (Kidnap)

WARNING! This chapter contains child kidnapping and mentions of rape!

"It's been a while since we've talked to each other, Kelly." A man in his 20's said in a sad tone, looking at the tombstone in the middle of the graveyard. "You didn't have to do that, you know. That way you'd still be here with me."

FLASHBACK

"Momma! Momma! Can I go play with Brian?" A boy, Damon, asked excitedly from the kitchen. He met Brian when he was sitting alone on the swing. He wanted to talk to somebody, but him being an introvert, it was hard for him to start up a conversation. Luckily, a boy walked closer to him in curiosity. And that was the start of their friendship.

"Have you applied sunscreen yet?" Melanie carefully put the pan down at the counter and glanced down at the boy, who was struggling to keep his excitement intact. "Yes!" He quickly replied, looking at her with his hazel eyes waiting for permission.

Melanie knows that Damon isn't very good in meeting new people, so him being excited to talk to someone is new to her. But she could care less about that. The thought of her son having a friend made her put a smile on her face.

"Okay." She looked down and noticed Damon's eyes sparkle in happiness. He turned back and skedaddled his way to the front door. Almost forgetting something to say, she shouted, "Beware of strangers!" Before he was about to close the door, he looked at her and said, "I will." And with that, the door shut.

He ran down the streets, holding his cap with his right hand, the wind threatening to make the cap fall on his black, unkempt hair. He continued running, paying attention to the cars driving down. He turned left and saw the entrance to the playground with children filling the place.

He couldn't wait and see Brian. He enjoyed his company, and he is ready to experience it once more. He stopped his legs, panting in exhaustion from the running. He glanced at the playground, looking for Brian. To no avail. Thinking there were too many kids blocking the way, he went inside and looked harder. He peered around every corner of the playground, trying to find his friend in desperation. He didn't find him.

He looked down and sighed in disappointment, thinking Brian was busy. "We should've talked about where and when the next time w-" He opened his eyes in shock and looked down feeling a leather-covered hand covering his mouth in a vice grip. Without a second to process, the man began to pull him in the direction he was walking.

"Get off me!" Damon thrashed, trying desperately to let the man go of him. This only made the grip on his mouth tighten, hurting him in the process. The longer he was dragged, the louder he can hear his heartbeat. His breathing accelerated, thinking there was nothing he can do.

The man wrapped his arms around Damon and picked him up harshly, proceeding to throw him inside the van. He landed with a loud thud, hurting his left shoulder. He looked outside and saw the man about to close the door. Eyes widening, he quickly picked himself up and ran, stretching his arm out in an effort to block the door. But it was too late.

He knocked on the door with a loud bang, "Help! Help! Someone!" He called out desperately, his voice cracking from fear. He looked back and what he saw frightened him. Body bags were lying in the van... moving. He can hear the faint voices of the victims crying for help. Shaken, he retreated back, not noticing someone about to drug him. The next thing he remembered was a blur.

3 hours later

His eyes twitched and made an internal groan, shuffling his head side to side. At first, he struggled to open his eyelids, but eventually he started lifting them up. His vision was blurry as he tried adjusting his eyes, and, after a few moments, he could finally focus and see what's happening around him.

"Oh, you're awake. Good." He looked around, trying to find the voice. Eventually, his gaze fell on the man sitting on a chair. There was something about him... something that makes him dangerous. All he knew was that he wouldn't trust this guy.

"What do you want with me?" Damon's voice reverberated around the room, his body shaking from fear. The man smirked, heightening Damon's suspicion from him. The man stood up abruptly, making Damon quickly retreat back. Each step he took matched his heartbeat.

"I want to have fun." He cackled evilly. The beady look in his eyes, the devilish smile he wore; it was all there to make Damon tear up in fear.

"F-Fun? What "f-fun?" The man didn't give an answer. Damon waited for a reply, each second torturing him. The man's hands began moving, taking Damon's attention. He followed the hand, which was slowly sliding down onto the ledge of his jeans. He saw the button undo and the zipper unzip.

"Ohh, I'm so going to have fun with you." Damon's eyes clenched, knowing what the man wants. Later, the place was filled with screams that will haunt the night.

To be continued...