Prompt:
"Horde of murders fight for custody of child"
While the dark haired woman in the hospital bed stared dazedly at the ceiling, the young woman stood in the doorway and carefully filled out the required checklist.
Her name tag, clipped prominently to her leather belt, declared her authority: "Brianna Knight, Department as a Child Protection Service Worker Class 3". Long wavy brown hair carefully arranged in a high pony tail, she was determined to prove, without a doubt to her superiors, that she had taken all the appropriate steps before being forced into action in this case.
She glanced across the room. Resting peacefully in the corner, laying beneath special lights in a special container, like a tiny precious bauble, was the reason she was here: a baby, cut from the womb only three days ago.
Noting no ring on either of the prone woman's hands, she checked the martial status as "single", which meant that there was no responsible father to care for the child to be found.
She looked to the glassy eyes and nearly disrobed state of the mother; To the bags filled with fluids that lead to the woman's arms.
The questions: "Have you ever taken drugs", and "Are you currently taking drugs" were obvious-- the woman before her had veins full of the things. Those two facts made the next step simple as could be, and guaranteed that she was completely justified in her decision.
There was no way that woman, with a torn body pumped full of drugs, could be remotely capable of taking care of an infant. She knew that quite well from all her months of training in the Department employee, and she was certainly eager to impress her superiors with excellent performance of duties.
Brianna strode over to the lighted container, scooped up the child, then, simply left the room.
"...Biggest mistake of my life.." She muttered under her breath and sucked in her breath in the panic that she had actually spoken the thought aloud.
She heard a crashing noise in the darkness, and it was close.. far too close. She held her breath, prayed the loud thundering she heard was only her heart, and oh dear oh no what if they could somehow hear it and find me...?
Another crash she jumped back, scraping her back painfully against something unforgiving and rough. Some heavy thump rattled the ground, and the sudden appearance of a rusted heap narrowly missed crushing her toes. She froze, heard rocks falling all about, and somehow found the presence of mind to wonder if the dust cloud around her was immense, impressive -- only she knew it was as lost in the dark as she was.
Before her, unseen, a deep, moronic voice growled,
"Mongo hear sumptin'.."
Many many scrapes against bare earth approached.
She panicked and bolted to her feet. By the time she heard the loud bang atop the car corpse, she was fleeing blindly through the dry..and very noisy.. neglected grass. She heard many gleeful whistles, and glanced behind her.
Her shins struck something solid, and she cursed and bit her lip as she fell from the sudden agony. She made it to her elbows when she felt the heavy boot settle on her upper back. She panted, surprised she could still breathe beneath the immense weight as many lurid catcalls, soo-wies! And wh--oops! filled the night.
"Good gravy Mongo..!"
"Thadda boy..!"
"Flushed her out goooood..!"
She kicked and swung her arms mightily, for all the good it did: she knew she was pinned. Whiteness filled her vision, and she screwed her eyes shut against the sudden brightness. This was not the first time they had caught her in this sick game of theirs; She knew it shined from a large flashlight, a great yellow one shaped much like a gun.
She took a breath, and said the first thing that was in her mind.
"You'll never get away with this!! Assaulting a public official..!"
Her voice was drowned out by a roar of laughter.. Many many voices. Just how many are there, she wondered, and cracked her eyes open a tiny fraction.
"Oh, I think assault is the least of what you deserve, missy." An angry face said, "Now tell me.. Where is my child?"
"Somewhere safe..!"
"Tell me where..." The man hissed. "Little thief.. Stole her right away from my WIFE, you did."
Beyond him she saw many wicked..huge.. very sharp blades glinting in the light..
"Thief of children.." The man spat. "You do know what we in this family do to such vile creatures as yourself..?"
"I-i'm not.."
"MAKE JUSTICE." The man said with finality, and gave a nod over his shoulder.
She cried out. She could only watch as a body flopped over into the dust beside her. The bloody mess of a face was unrecognizable, but the name tag pinned to the breast pocket read:
"Ned Hope, Supervisor, Child Protection Service"
She squinched her eyes shut and wished she was somewhere else. The tears began to leak from the corners of her eyes.
"Now...Where..?"
The question was hissed so quietly, she almost didn't hear it. For a few heartbeats, she said nothing...
As the knives descended upon her as well, that did not last long at all.
Sent via a stray supercharged nano particle of unobtainium....
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