Stigma

Prologue

"What do you mean there's something wrong with him Goswin! He's our son..." a woman with short brown hair cried out. A man with graying blonde hair scratched the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry Elizabeth, but it's the truth," Goswin responded. From the other room, a boy about 15 with blonde hair like his father's was listening in. He knew his parents were talking about his brother. He didn't want to hear it. The boy stomped up to his room and locked himself in. He flopped on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Their couldn't be anything wrong with my baby brother. Besides, he's only 8 years old. What's the worst that could happen.

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A few days after the conversation, Christoper, oldest son of the couple arguing was dead. His 8 year old brother was no where to be found. Just disappeared after his brother's body was found in a field outside of Ghent. Elizabeth wept for days, both of her sons were gone. One murdered in cold blood and the other missing. Her husband rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Please don't weep Elizabeth, we'll find our sons murderer and kidnapper," Goswin said. Little did the Belgian couple know, the murderer was closer then they thought, and there wasn't a kidnapper. The 8 year old was destinted to disappear, and reappear 14 years later in Brussels.