Chapter 5
By Angel
Michael was sitting in that toy-filled room and finally he could relax. When he was kidnaped, he never expected to be a babysitter. Morgan was finally quit, the �Bad Guy� got Morgan some �chew toys� for teething babies. Kristina was playing with some dollies. Cameron, the who know who�s baby, was sleeping. Michael can finally play video games. Michael couldn�t figure out why the �Bad Guy� was so nice, he played with them all, he gave them good food (Yummy), he even helped change diapers, still Michael wanted to run away.
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The kidnapper felt proud, he was happy about not getting coughed. Now he was doing research about his next victim. Lesley �Lulu� Spencer, young and pretty. Mother is insane, father is a casino owner. That is no place for a kid. Poor girl, raised by relatives. The �Bad Guy� thought it was fate that he would kidnap that girl. It just so happened that Lulu was in town staying with her �daddy�. He felt that all his kidnaps were fate. Michael and Morgan were the hardest, getting past the bodyguard and the nanny. �Poor kids� he though to himself, �raised mainly by their nanny, parents are never home.� Then there was Kristina, �Little girl is so cute, raised without a father, which can be good, but when the mother barely lets anyone touch her daughter the child will grow up shy and frigid.� He thought with sadness, � that is pure child abuse.� Then there was Cameron, a new born. �Cute kid, the father will use that kid to fulfil his vendetta against his half brother, no wonder the mother and the father are living apart, but the mother is weak, she will move in with him and the child will be mentally abused.� though the kidnapper.
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Faith was flipping through newspapers and all of them concentrated on the kidnaps. She didn�t care anymore. She can�t, those kids are not hers, no tears, no memories, she is no ones parent and she never cares, that is what she told herself. Truth is she was jealous at all the mothers and fathers of the world. She wanted kids, someone to love, someone to live for. Faith remembered the Christmas of 2003, when some poor kids needed toys and her enemies, Sonny and Jason, were supposed to deliver the toys. She wanted to though those toys into the river, but she couldn�t, the toys had to go to the children.