Chapter 3: The Small Guy in a Corner

The old man was ecstatic when he noticed that somebody had already taken the bait.

'What? Already?'

He was on his way to a park, he thought something bad had happened as the police were arriving to a scene, he was next to a traffic lights, hearing them zoom past.

He was completely flabbergasted, ignoring the peicing sound, by this turn off event that he even doubted himself, but the prideful man just chuckled.

'I am finishing faster than expected.'

He was smiling but also felt annoyed.

'I wasted so much time on the cameras and that was blown away by a tracker. What a waste of money.'

He sighed gently, making sure he did not bend forward too much. He took out his cell phone with a nice ruby pink tint on it and called a number. Few minutes passed and he spoke with precision to the lucky person on the other end.

When he just finished, he collapsed down at the nearby bench. It was positioned a bit down the road from the light, it was close to a café and a clothes shop.

It had a golden letter on it to remember something or someone, but he ignored and admired the wood moving his stony hands across it.

Buzz.

It was subtle but shaky. As the sound shook through his body, he was perplexed a second time.

'Again, wont this person let me sit down for a second.'

He got up again and walked away.

***

James had a typical name, he did not have any amazing hidden talents. But he had one enjoyment, being a team leader. He did not care what type, but bullying people was the easiest. So if a little runt got away it would make him look weak.

Eader ran away from them.

"Let's go after that speedy brat," he announced to his friend, and so they did. But they couldn't find him, since he was so fast.

'How could a kid run so fast?'

He laughed out loud about that thought, almost feeling jealous.

After they finished running they took a break, all breathing hard. They were in an alleyway where people would not normally visit for many reasons. The main one was the terrible buildings that crushed all nature around them and produced foul faeces.

"Damn where could that kid have gotten!" one of them shouted, kicking the pebbles.

"Yes that kid was fast," James replied, thinking if they will meet again.

Naaaahh.

"Let's go get some baguettes," he commanded, and they followed the absurd routine.

'Ramen would make more sense.'

The tall, bony guy grunted silently.

'Should buy crisps.'

The stereotypical fatty thought stereotypically.

James walked with his gang to the bakery, his friend's dad owned the bakery so they could get pastries for cheap- and they were good. They were walking to the shop as they emerged from the alleyway and turned left to have been presented with the shops. Then they saw some girls pass them.

'Damn, look at them, maybe I can act tuff ' -(think how tough it is spelt, [don't quote me on it]).

He called at them," Hey girls," with a sly voice. His friends turned and looked at them in awe.

There were three girls, and all looked at them. All had nice faces, but one looked more gorgeous than the rest. A girl with nice blonde hair flowing down under her shoulders, and a gorgeous face that would rival famous celebrities.

Had a voluptuous figure, and a glare that scared people. She was wearing a jean jacket with a yellow t-shirt underneath which stuck out, and it matched her ragged blue jeans, which fitted well.

The other two girls had both brown hairs, one had a nice smooth clean face, with a ponytail and eyes - that made her look cute, but had a flat chest. She wore a nice, calm, blue summer dress.

The other one had a pore on her face looking the least attractive of the three of them. Wearing a blue top, and skinny jeans- trying to show her butt. Ironically each of the three boys liked one of the girls.

The two boys behind James smiled and waved. The spotty girl gave a happy grin, the cute girl gave a shy smile, but the other one just turned away.

'Oooh bossy, I like that.'

"Hi," said the spotty girl, "can I help you?" she asked, bravely.

He took the chance given to him.

"Um, yes you can, we are looking for a small kid."

"He has brown hair and brown eyes and he lives around this area," said the tall guy behind- going with his plan.

"Here," the skinny guy showed the photo to the girls that he took, both brown heads looked at it, but the blond one didn't.

"Oh," said the spotty girl, recognising him," I know him, we were in the same class."

A flashback resorted to the girl remembering him, a painful memory.

She was in school with her friends. She was very popular at school, but she was moving to a more prestigious school ( the same as her friends). She was asking people about their swords (just to improve her mood and give her a better status).

However, she would laugh at weak people to make them feel weak and make them her slaves. But one person did not show their sword, yes, it was Eader. He did not want to show him and what made it worse was people snickered at her.

The face he was giving was an unpleasant one (which did not happen) and he gave her a sickening smile (which also did not happen). She smiled at the thought of seeing him get beat up, as from the photo it was obvious they were not friends.

The reason she did not do that was because of a specific rule that has happened or mature code in higher or middle or working class. All of them say that you can only fight the same gender, unless in an emergency, but let's carry on.

"Why do you want to see him," she asked, trying to act cute, the other girls looked at them, a wind was blowing, moving their clothes.

"Oh just to see him," he said, very suspiciously, biting his lip.

"We love boys that are strong and fierce," setting up a trap.

Falling for the trap, the fat boy, who likes the spotty girl, said," them help us find him, and let us prove our strength," he said in a mighty voice.

"All right then I will show where he lives, and we will come too, right girls?"

They glanced at each other, then nodded.

"Fine we will come, but so just we can make sure nobody dies," said the blonde girl confidently.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you our names."

Pointing at the shy looking girl," her name is Eva," she said, smiling, Eva smiled and the boys smiled back, but the skinny boy that likes her grinned.

Then pointing at the blonde girl," her name is Mia," Mia was glaring at them.

"And I am Emma, nice to meet you," she said in an innocent voice.

"Now let go and find him," turning and smiling happily and sadistically. The two girls glanced at her confused.

***

The rear of the police car was fairly empty, with a few wrappers and the laptop.

"What? I can't find her," the police officer screamed confusingly.

"She must be living in a confined area then."

"Or the witness lied."

"That is also a possibility, however, they are in shock of seeing what just happened. Their minds could not comprehend, as watching kids fight over a football. So I highly doubt it."

"Damn did you get this brainy being near the detective, or what?"

Laughing at the compliment "Ha ha ha, yes, maybe?"

"So what should we do, Mr smarty pants."

With a bright smile on his face," Let's wait for the detective since he's the true smarty pants."

As if right on cue the detective arrived.

With his own theme, the detective walked over, getting out of the slim, dark car, with a strong and professional look. People looked at him in awe, but it turned to jealousy.

Men went over him, contradicting their own thoughts. A person was crying next to him and they were the centre of attention for most of it.

He noticed giving an accidental stare, scaring the person. He closed the distance and calmly spoke with a medium-toned and pitched voice," It was not your fault," the person looked at him.

He wore a dull skinny coat and a white shirt, with no tie. His hair looked messy, but like it was meant to be so the wind was making him look cooler while it was blowing and he was standing.

"It was none of your faults, don't think that, these people died of their own volition, and if I may, you all did well not to engage him, he was a profound killer, professional at that. But we know that she is alive, so don't worry we will help her, and if you need help please tell us! ok?"

He exclaimed it, announcing it to all people around, the speech made people smile, some even started clapping, the whole applause happened, he even bowed. He was like a popstar, then walked over to the police officer's car.

"So, what happened?"

"Really? You gave that whole speech and do not know what happened."

"Just know that the killer killed five people and kidnapped a person or possibly. Now explain the 'possibly',"

"Well, she was gone before the guy could kidnap her." He nodded seriously.

"Is she from a rich background?"

"No."

"Is she engaged to someone?"

"No."

This happened for a while, most answers were no.

"Let's go to the resident's house."

"Nothing popped up on the laptop," replied thinking he outsmarted him, and proved they needed his help for a good reason. What he got back was the most disappointed face he made, like a grown thirty old man tried to cook the easiest dish but failed -that face.

"Did you try the skirts area database?" he asked with a glare.

A scared police officer answered with a bright "no."

As the detective sighed, the police officer put in cords for that and something popped up.

"I found it, sir." He said pleased with himself.

"Ok then, we will leave after I questioned everyone." The fellow most accorded with the detective gave a disappointed face but reluctantly agreed.

"Aye, sir," he grumbled with his lips sticking out.