Creative Writing: The Rapper

She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her but her kidnapper was advancing fast. She held her note close to her chest as mud splashed upon her bare arms and legs leaving streaks on her daisy patterned shorts.
She tripped on a large rock, barely noticeable on the mucky ground and in moments her kidnapper was upon her. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t breathe. She cried, and in the final moments before death she murmured a faint sound. “Mommy”
Stabbed viciously and beaten long after her death had come in blind, raging fury, her attacker stood from the mess in front of them. Blood had pooled everywhere, the knife so covered it seemed camouflage to the darkness surrounding them. The attacker stood dazed at the scene before them and,
They got in a fight again, but I though she came inside a long time ago.” Duncan stuttered up at his mother. “Is she okay?” He and his cousin had grown very close over the last year. All though they were both too young to understand much of what had happened, they were able to comfort the other. They did almost everything together. Cheyenne, much like her eldest brother, did not like her younger cousin for she hated no longer being the only girl child in the household, and envied how her mother looked upon her cousin.
“Mother I don't feel well. I’m off to bed for the night. I am not hungry.” She replied, not having any interest in where the child had gone and she headed for her room. Maureen set the two boys down at the table for dinner and called once more for her niece. Dinner passed without any notice of the child and Maureen called the boys to bed. Maureen prepared herself to call the police after she had set Duncan to bed. After reading a short story to her boy and tucking him in, she turned to leave, only to have his little voice stop her. His tone was one of a scared voice, unsure of what he was going to say or hear. “Mama? Earlier when Mark and Phoebe fought, she ran off. I had seen a strange man on the road but I didn't see her leave with him. Could he be the reason Phoebe is gone?” Frozen for a moment, Maureen turned. Choosing her emotions and words carefully, she asked
“A Strange man you
“Yes ‘am?”
“It’s Maureen, the sister from the Calliway Case?” Her voice shook. The last time she had spoke to this man was the day the of Amelia Calliway’s funeral.
“Well hullo ma’am what can I do for you at sucha late hour?” He seemed to be in a better mood then the lady that first replied.
“Phoebe, my niece from the Calliway case, has gone missing. My boy said he had seen a strange man shortly after her and Mark had had an argument. At six I called the kids in to eat and Phoebe never returned with the others. She still hasn’t returned. I’m awfully worried.” Maureen had started to cry. She was overly protective of her young niece ever since she had lost her sister. Pheobe resembled her mother so perfectly. The young tyke was shaping up to be like her mother everyday, in kindness, beauty and strength.
“Calm down missy. I will send out a party to search as soon as I can and you just get some rest. She probably just wandered too far and got lost in the fields. I’ll see you in the morn where we can look further into details and maybe search a little harder.”
“All right. I will try. Keep me updated if you find anything though.”
“We’ll be over in minutes if we find anything tonight