The Kidnapping of the Boy with the Gift: Mark Davidson
Mark Davidson lay alone on the couch, once again stuck babysitting his boring little sister on a Friday night. He hated staying home on the first night of the weekend, and tonight Mark was missing the Boys Like Girls concert, and they were releasing their brand-new album. So he lay on the couch watching TV, waiting for his eyelids to drop. He thought about earlier that night when he went around locking the doors of the house, and he noticed the back door open. Although this was not considered normal, Mark figured the dog pushed it open to chase a squirrel. Except there remained one problem, the dog was spending the night at the vet for a check-up.
Suddenly, a man in black appeared in the doorway. The man resembled a strong and tall person, certainly able to take on any person, large or small. As he walked into the room, he hung up his cell phone. At first, Mark thought he was seeing things. After all he thought, he would have noticed if a person had entered his home. The burly man only stated one thing, “We have been waiting for you Mr. Davidson.”
“I got ‘em,” Jack Driscoll entered into a text message and sent it off. Driscoll made sure the chemicals had sent the boy to sleep, and made his way to the fridge. He had been waiting for the call for hours, hiding in the kid’s small little house. Now, he went to search to solve his hunger. He opened the fridge to the unpleasing sight of healthy food. Obviously, this explained the boy’s slender body, but only created more anger in his stomach. After ransacking the healthy food cabinet, Jack finally encountered a box of Oreo cookies. He threw the cookies in his truck with the boy, and turned back into the house to check one more time if there lay any other good snacks he did not find earlier.
After thoroughly rummaging through the other food cabinet and finding nothing, he realized; why am I looking for food here? He remembered the change he had from his morning’s coffee run and figured there would be somewhere on the way back to the warehouse he could stop for a snack. Jack turned around to head out to his truck only to find a quivering man with a bat in his hands.
“Who are you and what the hell are you doing with my son?” The man in the coat and tie waited anxiously for an answer.
