Missing

Written by:

~Justin Pedersen

 Chapter 1

Hide & Seek

 My name is, Heath Wensley. I am American, and 27 years old. I live upon a towering escarpment in a small residence I had constructed with my own hands. My adventure begins in the year 1967, during my daily stroll to the dizzying plummet that marks my property.

As I advanced towards the cliff that marked my territory, with my golden streaky hair flowing about, in the powerful wind. As I approached the end of the cliff, my ocean blue eyes captured the magnificence every-day sight of what I called 'home'. Although a simple misplacement of the foot could send me plummeting to my death, it never stood as a possibility in my mind for the astonishing view was too bewildering to care much about it. It was a feeling I had experienced every evening, bravery. Confidence. Care-free to the world around me. For once, I had felt Peace.

As my mind went clear, I hadn't heard the voice of my dearly beloved calling my name. Angolina. She had fire-red hair, locked in a braid. She was merely three-quarters my size, and was the most beautiful sight. Any man would wish to be her husband for life. 

"Heath! C'mon inside, it's getting dark out!" she exclaimed.

Instantaneously, I awoken from my temporary transe. As I walked towards the small residence, my foot caught hold of a slip of paper. I tore it off, but before throwing it away, my eye caught hold of symbols engraved on the backside. It read; '당신의 가정을 남겨 , 또는 그 결과는 치명적일 수 있습니다. 당신은 아침까지 ' 이있다." Not knowing the language it had been written in, I simply put it aside in my pocket, worry-free. Then headed off to sleep.

The following morning, I awoke only to find the area where my wife Angolina would normally rest, empty. I did not smell the scent of cooking meat, nor the sound of dishes being cleaned. I arose from the bed, and out on a robe. Tying the sash sloppily around my thick waist, I opened the front door to see if she might have been gardening, but I did not see her. Concerned, I searched the entire house top to bottom in hope she might be hiding. Although she was not to be found. I wondered if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but noticing nothing else was out of the ordinary, that clearly wasn't the case.

Worried now, I had thrown back the wrinkled sheets atop of the bed. What lay there was very peculiar. There lay a small note, about the size of the one in his trousers. It read; "난 당신을 경고했다." Something was up, and I intended on getting to the bottom of whatever it was. 

Chapter 2

Clues & Sidekicks

After slipping on my pullover and pants, I went to explore the grounds. It didn't take long until I realized there were tracks, so I started there. Following the footprints, I pulled out the slips of papers, not knowing what they said. It was fusterating. As a corner approached I heard shouts ahead. I ran to see what the commotion was about to see a helpless man getting a beating from another more burly male. I approached.

"Hey, what's going on here?" I asked,

"This rat stole an apple from my stand!" He barked,

"It looks like you've beaten him enough." I tried to explain,

"Hey! Why don't you mind your own own business!" He replied,

"I think there is a problem here. How 'bout you apoligize, and things don't have to get any worse, deal?" I asked,

"How 'bout this!?" he retaliated, throwing his fist towards my forehead.

Swiftly I grab held his arm and twisted. He howled in pain, and he rolled around in agony.

"Should've apoligized." I jeopardized.

As I gave the other man a hand up, I noticed he must've been around his twenties. 

"Thanks, man. I don't think I would've made it!" He told me,

"The apple." I demanded,

"Sorry?" He replied,

" The... apple!" I repeated,

"Okay, geez!" He managed, handing the apple into my hands.

Tossing it towards the merchant, I continued following the trail. I noticed that he started to follow me.

"Hi! My name's, Mikey!" He stated.

I did not pay any attention.

"Hello? Mister..." He tried.

Still I ignored his attemps.

"I see you're a busy man, and your... busy! But I was wondering if I could tag along , and maybe help you with whatever it is your doing?" He persisted.

I turned.

"I am currently on a task to discover where my beloved has dissapeared, and therefore don't need any distractions. If you are to 'tag along', then you are to be quiet unless of an emergency, understood?" I completed my statement with a circular hand gesture.

"Uh... yup! Hey can I at least know your name?"

"It's Heath. And thats all you need to know." 

Chapter 3

CityFolk & Gangs

As our mission began to unfold, it also started to slowly deteriorate. Mikey informed me that he was going to scout the perimeter up ahead, so I let him do so. But as I paced forward, two burly men emerged from the shrubbery ahead of the trail. Instictly I leaped into the nearby thron bush, doing so leaving my clothes tattered, and my skin sliced up in several areas.

"Ow!" The smaller man yelped, holding the gash on the right side of his forehead, "the cut she gave me last night is still bleeding. I think I need to see a doctor."

 "Your fine, suck it up. If you had been any louder then, we might've well just taken the other while we were at it." The larger man said.

I wasn't entirely sure they were talking about Angolina and I, but no ordinary people wouldn't talk about kidnappings unless they commited one. Without thought, I emerged from the fern bush, determination gleaming from my eyes. It was then when they caught noticed of me that they booked it down the leafy trail. I stormed after them, and nearly caught them before a slip of paper like the other notes I had collected slipped from the thiner man's coat pocket. I halted to a stop and snatched the paper out of the air in mid-fall. The criminals had escaped. Realizing I gave up any chance I might of had of regaining my missing loved one, I hung my head, and looked upon the newely gained note, in hope that it would actually do some good.

Useless. 

Just more unreadable symbols. But before hurling it out of sight, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Letters. There were actual english letters spread out among the page. I studied them. Realizing what I held in my scratched up hands, I swiftly reached for the other papers in my pocket. It was a translator!

I held it next to the other papers. They read;

Note 1: "Leave your house, or the results will be fatal. You have 'till morning."

Note 2: "I warned you."

Note 3: "