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Luke was jolted awake. His heart beating as he heard Oliver's screams coming two floors below. He sprung to his feet and bolted out his apartment door, leaving the bottle of beer spilt on the floor. Dazed and still half asleep, Luke had no idea what was going on as he raced down the stairs toward Oliver. The screams became louder and he could now hear the small child weeping. Making the last sharp turn on the third floor steps, Luke skid across the floor to see a dark shadowy figure putting Oliver into a red van. "LUKE! HELP ME!" Oliver cried as the unknown man forced the boy into the back seat.

"DON'T LEAVE ME LUKE... DON'T LET HIM TAKE ME!... NOT AGAIN!"

The tears were pouring down Oliver's face as the van began to screech down the road, The tires leaving tracks imprinted in the asphalt. Luke couldn't run after it and by the time Luke made his way out, the van was too far to identify it's plates. Running back inside toward the second floor, Luke ran into the second floor to see if the old couple were okay.

"Where is Oliver" The old woman cried. Running up to Luke

"I don't know ma. He was thrown into a red van."

Luke ran out the apartment, leaving the old woman sobbing on the floor. Getting back to his flat, Luke grabbed his cellphone and jacket before running back out into the street. Luke ran mercilessly through the downtown streets toward the police station. He couldn't get Oliver's voice out his head. "Not again" What did the kid mean by that. Luke hurried as fast as he could in the rain. His fur was drenched by the time he made it closer to the police station. Bursting through the doors, Luke ran straight for the chief's office. He remained oblivious to the horde of police men and women that chased him through the halls. Kicking the door, Luke flew into the room leaving the police chief in shock. Slamming his paws on the desk he shouted

"He took Oliver, some fucking bastard kidnapped the kid right in front of me"

The table was now covered in water puddles from Luke's wet fur. The chief stood up in total shock. Not knowing how to respond. Silently, he pushed a piece of paper toward Luke. The paper absorbing half of the water on the table. Luke picked up the soggy sheet of paper and looked at it closely. He fell back into a chair behind him, dropping the paper on the floor. His fur nearly turning white as if he had seen a ghost. Luke felt sick to his stomach.

"He escaped his cell about a week ago. We had no reason to believe he would go after Oliver. I had my best men patrolling the streets every hour of everyday. I don't know what to say" The chief said, slowly walking around the table.

"You don't know what to say? How about you find the kid and apologise for not being able to do your FUCKING jobs and protect him!"

"We are doing what we can to find this guy. We will find Oliver."

Luke could barely keep the contents of his stomach down as Oliver's voice replayed in his head. NOT AGAIN... NOT AGAIN... NOT AGAIN...

Luke stood up. Violently he slammed to police chief against the wall. Growling, he glared at the elderly man, "I swear... If anything happens to the boy... I put the entire blame on you and your lack of ability to keep one man behind bars. I will come after you and you know my history sir... You don't want that"

Luke had quite a reputation in the city. Going by the name Fennic, He used to be a rebel and freedom fighter in the slums. He was a part of a movement for freedom of speech in the city. He acted as the main hacker for the society. He spent his days exposing various illegal sites. As well as crashing multiple corporations operating systems around the city; mainly banks and legal departments. The only reason Luke was not facing a sentence in jail was because he worked with police to capture the entire society after hacking the leaders computer to find out that he was using Luke's hacking skills to transfer large amounts of money from the various companies into a private account. The figure stood at nearly $32 000 000.

"Release me boy." The chief stated, "You and I both know that this is in violation of your agreement with the law and I can have you put away for a long time on multiple charges. You will be more use helping us find him Luke." Luke dropped the chief, taking a step back. Luke's head was pointed toward the floor, his eyes not visible behind his hair.

"Help you? No... FUCK YOU! AND FUCK THIS ENTIRE DEPARTMENT!" He screamed. His finger now pointed at the chief, only an inch or two from his nose.

"I will find him myself. I don't need the help of you pathetic lot. Go eat another fucking donut you fat fuck!"

Luke turned around. Storming past the police officers all standing by the door. Using his shoulder, he pushed through the crowd; toppling a few of the smaller cops to the floor. As Luke Left the station no thoughts could run safely through his mind. Everything was jumbled. Without thinking, Luke ran through the nearly deserted streets of the city - the rain pouring from the heavens as if the Gods themselves wept. All Luke knew is that he had to find Oliver. He detested himself. How could he let this happen? How could he be so helpless while Oliver was taken right before his eyes? Luke ran and ran. His body became weak, the feeling in his nearly gone. While his body became numb, his mind wouldn't cave in to the pain. Luke began to stumble as his body started giving up on itself. With his feet now shaking and feeling light, Luke tumbled to the pavement below. Crouching down on the side of the road Luke repeatedly hit the cement as he vented his anger. The tears that ran down his face were invisible in the downpour of rain. The few people in the streets paused. All peering unknowingly at the stranger on the lying on the floor.

Looking up Luke saw an old beat-down pub across the street. Getting to his feet, Luke made his way toward the door way. He didn't take notice of the traffic as they hooted and swore at him for acting so negligently. The neon lights above the front door flickered as the red and blue tubes overheated in the rain. The raindrops evaporated as they hit the neon lights that illuminated the pub's name. The bar went silent as Luke barged through the door. The eyes of the occupants all focused on the wet mongrel that entered the establishment. Oblivious to the stares, he made his way over to the bar, seating himself in the nearest stole to the bartender. Soft music from the eighties and nineties played in the background of the bar, barely audible over the sounds of the many drunk mean and women merrily chatting away. Luke whistled to catch the bartender's attention. Walking over with an annoyed yet still polite facial gesture, the young man asked

"Look like you had a rough day there bud...what will it be?"

"The strongest poison you have!" Luke replied.

The bartender felt uneasy as Luke stared at him, his thoughts far away from reality. As fast as the drinks were hitting the table, they were being gulped down by Luke. Drinking was an escape for him. It was how he ran away from his fears and insecurities. The people around the bar began to take notice of Luke's presence after two or three hours. Most of them either admired or were disgusted by how much he could drink. Eventually one man stood up and walked up to Luke. He ushered for a drunk who was next to Luke to piss off before proceeding to sit down.

"Billy. Put this guy's drinks on my tab" The stranger lifted his hand at the bartender. The man must have been of some importance to catch the bartender's attention so fast. The man was elderly, Sixties at least. He was presented very neatly as most old people were. What struck Luke the most was the fact that the man was blowing cherry scented smoke out his mouth as he carelessly puffed at his pipe, even though there was a no smoking sign near the door as well as near the bar. The old man said nothing to look for a while. He simply sat puffing away, filling the immediate area with the sweet smell of tobacco. Eventually the man stood up. Patting Luke on the shoulder before looking at look straight in the eyes.

"You have seen difficult times kid. I can see the lack of life in your eyes. Feel free to order whatever you wish to drink and as much as you wish as well. I make enough money off of these other fools to help one who actually has a need to drink. But just know. Drinking is just a temporary escape. No matter how much you drown yourself in, you will always wake up with the same problems in the morning... Take care."

The man left Luke's side and once again look was left with monotonous sounds of the pub. The hands on a clock behind the bar now struck 2AM. Luke's phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Ignoring it, he didn't see the importance of answering the call. A few seconds after the call was directed to the voice-mail, the phone began to ring again. Luke simply ignored it again. He figured that if it was so important then the person would leave a voice-mail for him to listen to in the morning. The phone rattled against his house keys a further four or five times before Luke realised that he may need to answer it. Taking his phone out his pocket, Luke couldn't identify the phone number. Staring for a few moments, Luke finally flipped the phone open and pressed it against his ear. He heard a small voice panting as they ran down what sounded like a grassy area. Crickets could be heard under the small creature breathing heavily.

"LUKE! Is that you? Please say it's you?"

Luke jumped up out of his stool, sending it into a man playing pool behind him. "Oliver?" Luke shouted

"I got away Luke... I ran away as soon as he stopped the car. I managed to take his cellphone to call you. Come get me!" Oliver was stuttering as he screamed into the phone's microphone. You could hear him sniffing as he cried.

"Oliver, Listen to me. You need you calm down. I will get you; just tell me where you are."

"The park... Come to the park. Please Luke. Don't let him get me again."

"Just hide in the park, I'm on my way! I'm coming." Luke said, his voice becoming shaky as he panicked.

"Are you still there kid?"

"Yeah... I'm still here..." Suddenly Oliver's voice shifted to a whisper. "No... no no no... He sees me Luke. Hurry! PLEASE, DON"T LEAVE ME!" Luke heard a crack as the phone dropped on the floor, footsteps were fading away. As soon as they nearly disappeared, Luke could hear heavier shoes running past the phone, obviously standing and smashing it to pieces.

"Oliver?"

"OLIVER?!"

"FUCK!" Luke screamed at the top of his lungs as he bowled over a crowd of people to make it out the door.