To be found was to be loved— That thought took over Vance’s mind at the time of him being stuck in this kidnapper’s basement. He was the 3rd victim in the course of a year, before him, there were two other children, Griff and Billy.. who unfortunately passed.. Why were boys going missing? It’s a mystery that no one could ever figure out.

Vance sat on the dirty, rotten mattress. His head in his hands. His blonde curly hair was matted and dirty from not showering. His shirt was ripped and stained with blood from open wounds from being beaten by the kidnapper.

When all of a sudden, he heard blaring sirens of police cars. Maybe someone tracked him down and he was found. To his luck, he was found and the kidnapper was identified and arrested. He was taken out of the basement and into an ambulance where he was sat down and was tended too — a big gash on his forehead, a broken nose and a wound to his abdomen which wasn’t fatal. He was getting interviewed by the police to make a statement.

Once news erupted through the small town. You quickly cycled to the scene, tape blocking the two houses off. Police talking to parents, news reporters. You snuck passed the police and looked around for Vance, he was the only person on your mind in this moment of time.

You found him arguing with police. He was the same, nothing changed. You ran up to him and embraced him in a tight hug. Being weary about his injuries.

“Holy fuck.. {{user}}.” Vance exclaimed, surprised and startled by the sudden touch.