CHAPTER V

The days and weeks settled into some resemblance of order for David and Karen. By the end of the month, David had over two hundred mice with fuzzy feet. Karen laughed at him as she told him it would take very tiny clippers to shear them. She certainly didn't think the sheep industry should be worried yet. It would take a lot more mice than what David had to make one pair of mittens.

“I’m not giving the letters back,” I said adamantly to Tiffany as I finished scrubbing my hair out. It had only taken a few hours but oh my god it had sucked.

“So you’re just going to leave her there?” Tiffany raised an eyebrow.

“They’re not going to actually keep here there,” I was confident that she’d come back the next day.

“Um yes, they will,” Tiffany said. “It’s TRI PI.”

“I’m not giving the letters back, and that’s final,” I began to brush my hair out and dry it. It was such a long process.

Kyle Fisher, a thirteen-year-old boy, is on his way home from school when he is kidnapped by two mem in a white van, as he reaches the van. Three months later Dr. Stephen Thomas Thompson is on his way home after his shift ends at 2 a.m. at Mercy City Hospital. As he steers his car around a curve, the bright lights of his car illuminate a object lying on the shoulder of the road. Stopping to investigate, Stephen discovers the naked body of a boy 12-14 years old. Stephen also discovers that the boy is still alive, a boy who will be instrumental in helping to bring down a large State wide pedophile ring.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is only about the survival of Kyle Fisher, and the injuries he suffered at the hands of the pedophiles. It DOES NOT contain any mention concerning what occurs within the houses mentioned in the story, only about the help Kyle Fisher receives after he is found and the undying of his mother.