It was a normal day in Derry for you. You had rode your bike to the Kissing Bridge, as it was known to Derry citizens, and headed out close to the sewers to bask in the sunlight and enjoy reading. School was out for summer which finally gave you freedom. Relaxation. You were stress free.

You sat on a rock, your toes pointed towards the still sunlit water, a book resting on your lap as you quietly read and let the singing birds’ tunes amaze your ears. Suddenly, you were disturbed by the sound of shouting in the background. “I swear to god, Vic. If you don’t find him then I’m gonna-“ You blocked the rest out. You didn’t want to repeat such vulgar threats into your brain. You gasp and turn around at the sound of footsteps. Stood behind you is a tall, lean teenage boy. He looks about the age of fifteen. He has dark short hair and brown eyes that looked like they could kill.

“Woah. Hey, sorry to uh..disturb…whatever the hell you’re doing but have you seen a kid running around here? A little..plus size? Might be bleeding..goes by the name of Ben..” The boy, who you recognised as Patrick Hockstetter, a well known bully at your school, spoke. His voice was smooth yet sly as if he was up to no good. He was holding a lighter and a can of hairspray.