The W Series

"In other news, another child has been taken from their home in the Bundello County Area. This makes six kidnapped children between the ages of one to seventeen within the span of a month. Witnesses of the latest kidnapping report seeing a W inked somewhere on the skin of the suspects. It's believed that they could be from a larger child trafficking ring -"

Lucinda turned the key, killing the car and opening the door. She went to the back to grab the groceries. She could see her oldest playing video games from the living room window, making her frown. He was supposed to be watching his brother-

"Lukas!" She called as she pushed through the front door with full arms. "Lukas, where's your brother?!"

"I put him down for a nap like you asked!" The pre-teen called back before he went back to yelling at his game. Lucinda highly doubted her youngest could sleep with that racket. With a sigh, she put the groceries on the counter and headed to her son's bedroom, calling for Lukas to close the back of the car for her.

The back door was wide open. No... no nono! First, she ran to her youngest's room, to see if her fears really did come true. He wasn't there. He was gone. The news report in the car was playing over and over in her head as she ran out the back door, frantically searching and calling out her child's name. Lukas came running in his mother's panic. "LUKAS, LUKAS WHERE'S YOUR BROTHER?! WHERE'S MY BABY BOY?"

A blue minivan drove by, leaving the scared family to search for their lost child.

The boy was scared. The men with the tattoos took him when he went to play in the backyard. His brother was busy on the TV so he figured it was ok. Now he was in the blue van with other kids who were also scared like him. They were in the blue van for a very long time. The men ignored their questions, ignored their tears. He did cry a lot too. He just wanted to go home, but he was ignored just like the others.

When they finally were let out, he had to hold one of the men's hands into the big building with no windows. The doors they entered through reminded him of when he entered his new school for 4-K. An open space of patterned marble and pale yellow walls. The space branched off into many different hallways and a big room with closed doors.

One by one they were all taken to a man with a white coat who listened to their heart and lungs and tested their flexibility and drew blood. Then they were each given a number to put around their neck. The boy had the number W-17-D. From there they were taken to the big room with the closed doors.

The big room reminded him of where his big brother would bounce balls and throw them in nets. it was dark in there and the doors were immediately shut behind him. The floors looked all scratched up for some reason which scared the boy. He tried banging on the door, calling out to the people on the other side, but nobody came. He heard someone scream and another started to wail. He did what any kid his age would do.

He curled up and started crying.

"Hey." He didn't look down at first, dirty blonde hair brushing against his arms as he tried to hide away. "Hey, look at me, door boy!" There was something in her voice that made him look up. Something inhuman. He found out pretty quickly what it was. It made him want to scream, but his voice caught in his throat.

The thing that caught his attention was a good many years older than him, a pre-teen at least. It-she- had wild brunette hair and pale skin and green eyes. But she, whatever she was, wasn't human. Her ears, for one, were pointed and placed higher on her head. Her lower jaw jutted out, dog-like teeth replacing human teeth. Her arms hung limp at her sides, hands taking on a grotesque hand/paw look with claws. She even had a long, skinny tail.

He tried to back away immediately, silent and terrified tears falling to the scratched-up floor. She sighed a short sigh. "What's your name, door boy?" He took a scared breath. "S-Sc-" One of her weird paw hands lashed out, catching his number as she growled. "You don't have one, understand? Mommy and daddy aren't coming for you, ok? This here? This is who you are now, and me? What they did to me? They are going to do it to you too. Accept that."

That was the first time W-17-D met W-01-A before she died on the table.