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“Michael was supposed to be here hours ago,” Larson confessed to his partner, Detective Roberts.
“Maybe he’s just busy,” Roberts told him.
“I told him to empty his schedule,” Larson explained. “He’s suspected for murder. Wouldn’t he be here to clear his name?”
Larson picked up a phone and called his house. Kelsey answered him. His voice sounded tired.
“Hello?” he asked.
“Kelsey Resh, this is Detective Larson. Is Michael there? He’s late for a polygraph test.”
“Michael isn’t there?” Kelsey asked.
“No, he was supposed to be here a few hours ago.”
“Michael isn’t here either,” Kelsey said shakily. “We assumed he was at the station.”
“Can you call him?”
“We’ve tried, but never got an answer.”
Larson could hear barking behind Kelsey. He knew Michael had dogs, he was out walking them when they brought him in. Sammy Emily had come to pick up the dogs, two adorably lovable beans. He guessed he dropped them back off at the house.
“So, what you're saying is that you haven’t seen him?”
“We haven’t seen him since he went out to walk the dogs. You took him in then right?”
Larson was in shock. Michael would have been ecstatic to clear his name. Of course he wasn’t jerking it.
“Come to the station you two. Feed the dogs well.”
Larson ended the call and looked at his partner. “We’ve got a missing person.”
Michael woke up slowly. Where was he? Everything was dark. His mouth was covered in cloth. He was tied to a chair. First by his wrists with duct tape, then to the back of the chair with rope. Then his ankles were tied to the chair legs with duct tape.
Michael tried not to cry. He didn’t know where he was. He knew he shouldn’t have walked home.
The room suddenly lit up. The only light was from a single bulb hanging loosely from the ceiling. There were two people in the room. Well, “people.”
One had long blonde hair tied in a ponytail, bright green eyes and freckles over her Caucasian face. She wore a patchwork bodysuit, like she had hand stitched it together. Vanessa Hopper…
The other figure was off in the corner. His eyes cloud purple, a sick smile across his face. He had messy brown hair. He wore a purple vest over a white button up, yellow slacks and stitched together yellow gloves. Michael didn’t recognise him.
Something seemed to loom over both of them. Micheal’s father…
“So that’s what he looks like under that disk,” the man said.
Michael looked down at his hands. They were a deep purple. They had taken his disk off.
“Corpses aren’t supposed to have eyes or hair are they?” the man asked.
Michael couldn’t really explain that. He just woke up one day with his hair and eyes grown back. He could never explain it, but it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
But more importantly, they knew he was a corpse.
“I’m going to talk to the boss,” Vanny told the man. “Keep an eye on him Lewis.”
Vanny left the room. Michael could hear her climb a flight of stairs.
Michael finally secame to the crying. Tears dripped down from his face onto his rotten skin.
Lewis smacked him in the face. “Don’t cry, they’ll hear you.” He pulled down the cloth and grabbed a tissue. He whipped away his tears.
“What do you want with me?” Michael asked.
“The boss is very insistent that we bring in his son.”
“What does he want to do to me?”
Lewis smiled and stuffed the cloth in between his teeth. “Either he’s gonna kill you or mind control you.”
Michael's screams of protest were muffled by the cloth.
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