Lost and Forgotten? (Iris)

[oliver]

Oliver and his son, Keegan, were in an abandoned warehouse just outside of Quantico, Virginia, although they were still inside Virginia. Oliver missed his family and he was afraid that he would never see them again. Oliver and Keegan were locked in a room together; the door was locked from the outside. It was definite that Keegan was Oliver’s son because Keegan had the same hair color and same eye color; he also had the same nose as Oliver. Oliver was scared for Keegan; Keegan was only seven months old. Keegan was already starting to crawl and this made Oliver proud. Oliver was smelly and dirty from not being able to bathe himself for awhile. He was wearing the same clothes he had been for a few weeks. He was hungry too, but he knew that Keegan needed food sooner than he did.

Keegan started crying so Oliver started humming to him; it was what Oliver always did to put him to sleep. About twenty minutes later, Keegan fell asleep in Oliver’s arms. Oliver loved it when Keegan was fast asleep. Oliver didn’t hear anything for awhile. Keegan was Oliver’s only baby and Oliver wanted to keep it that way for awhile. Oliver thought about his parents and his siblings, he missed them so much. He let a few tears roll down his cheeks. He missed everything about home. He wanted his son to be back in his crib and he didn’t want to have to worry about him dying. Oliver would blame himself if Keegan died and he lived. All he wanted was for Keegan to be ok.

[anne]

She was called to the warehouse. "God, why me?" She then scowled before getting into the warehouse. Her thick blonde hair was into a bun under the black wig. Iris had many other wigs back in her apartment. Her black heels clicked as she walked into the room. Her black top shimmered in the light. Iris adjusted her bright red jacket before sitting down. The baby started to cry and it brought her back to the day her own child was born. She had to distance herself from the victims. But, when you've spent weeks with someone, you can't really help it. "I can't believe I'm here baby sitting..." she muttered while her green eyes glared at the wall. Hopefully, he didn't hear her. What could she say? Iris couldn't apologize. It was her idea to kidnap the two. All she does is kill. Kidnapping leaves too many witnesses. Iris had a plan for the older one. The baby was really young. She would beg for the baby to be let go. Iris wouldn't be able to take him in case her "need" came up again.

'I've got plans for you, you friend...' She thought while twirling a stand of hair as the baby began to quiet down.

[oliver]

Oliver looked up at the woman who walked into the room. He was afraid that she was going to wake up Keegan from the sound her heels made and Oliver did not want Keegan to start crying again. Oliver then looked down at Keegan; he was still holding him in him arms. He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand. Oliver could tell that the woman was wearing a wig. “Who are you?” he asked softly. “What do you want with us?” Oliver wanted to know what exactly she was up to. He had a feeling that she was up to no good. Oliver was scared, but he didn’t want to let her know that.

“Please don’t hurt my son,” he continued to speak softly. “Don’t hurt Keegan,” he paused. “He’s only seven months old.” Oliver’s son was his weak point. If anything happened to Keegan then Oliver would become weak and devastated. Oliver was only sixteen years old, he has his whole life ahead of him, if it isn’t snatched away by someone.

[anne]

She heard a simple question. This tiny question could mess the whole thing up. "It is not important for you to know who I am. I am here to... keep an eye on you, so to speak." Her Russian accent seemed to make the who lee thing like a movie. That's what her life felt like: a movie. Iris still couldn't believe that she had killed her own mother at the age of ten. God, she was younger than the boy. "I have nothing to do with you. Like I said, I am here to watch you until my services are needed." Her dark eyes looked at him. She saw the fear as he spoke about the baby. A grin creeped across her face, showing her white teeth. "You think that I would be that heartless? Everyone has a soft spot. Besides, that child has never done me wrong."

Whenever she spoke, she felt like a fish out of water sometimes. She learned most of her English from books and textbooks from a high school. Iris could see the love he had for his son. At least the boy got to see the child grow up. Iris would probably never see her son. "Besides, the child probably won't remember any of this."

[oliver]

Oliver could tell by the accent that she wasn't originally from North America. "The child as a name by the way." he started saying. "His name is Keegan." What did she mean when she said 'the child has never done me wrong'? "And I have done you wrong?" Oliver was a little confused. Then she said that the child probably wouldn't remember any of this. "I know Keegan won't remember any of this." Right after he said that, Keegan started crying and screaming. Oliver put Keegan on the ground and Keegan started crawling. Oliver just looked at him. "How do you think it would be for him to grow up without both of his parents?" he asked Iris without taking his eyes off of Keegan.

He just looked at Keegan for a few minutes. "His mother wants nothing to do with him. She wanted nothing to do with him since he was a month old." he still looked at Keegan while talking to Iris. "Keegan at least needs me in his life." Oliver was trying to convince Iris to let them go.

[anne]

Iris rolled her eyes. "He is just a child to me." He asked many questions. She ignored the one when he asked if he had done her wrong. The child started to cry again. "You mind if I see him? I can try and put him back to sleep. you have my word that I won't do anything to him." She looked right into his eyes when she said this. Iris always kept her promises... The good and the bad ones. She then heard about growing up without parents. "I had to raise myself. My parents never cared about me. Especially my mother. I turned out fine for raising myself. Mother Dearest never wanted to do anything with me. He will be fine if something happens to you." Iris then had a thought... 'If I'm ordered to kill the boy, then I can raise his child as my own. Perfect.' She thought before sitting down on a chair that was left for her.