A Broken Mind {OHSHC}
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Ongoing7m
Last published Wed, Dec 21, 2016
People know him...
But..
People don't know him...
"This is, Bryan Davis, on channel 4 news. Saturday, last night it has been reported that Anastasia and William Rehpic -the famous scientists- have been murdered. The culprit still not found. Including their second youngest child. Police have been searching the city for the other two children, but have found nothing. Please be on the lookout for a 5 year old girl-"
A picture of a long black haired and green eyed girl appeared on the screen. She was smiling and giving the peace sign.
She had a white lab coat and a purple turtle neck underneath. She also had black jeans, and a gold heart shaped locket around her neck.
"-named Elizabeth. And their oldest son -who was -or now is- the heir to the company laboratory, 10 year old Dominic."
A picture of a black haired and blue eyed muscular boy was on the screen. He was also wearing a lab coat, and had a black collar shirt and a white vest. He was also supporting black jeans. Over his crystal blue eyes he has small rectangular glasses.
The pictured disappeared and the screen was focused on the reporter.
"If you fond them please call the police department. Where ever you two are, we hope that you are okay and well. Back to Steve Johns for the weather."
The two kids in the room stared at each other in fear. They looked exactly like the kids in the picture.
A sickening cackle filled the room.
5 years later... With no sign of the two kids... They were pronounced 'Dead'... But they are not dead... One of the two is just a little...
'Mind Broken.'
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