Will was simply walking to school like he did every day, but this wasn't like every other day. Will lived about two miles from his school, and while he could take the bus, he hated to do that. Walking woke him up, and most days, he wasn't alone, most days he walked with his friend, Trent, but today, Trent was sick.
Will was a little over half way to school, just passing through an alley he went through every day when someone came up behind him, shoving him against the wall, his stomach pressing against the brick. They ripped his backpack off of him, holding him to the wall with strong, rough hands. Will's heart started beating as he did his best to struggle.
"You can have anything I've got on me," he stated, breathing rapidly. "I don't have much, but what I've got, you can take."
"It's not your possessions we want, stupid boy." The man laughed from behind him and almost instantly, Will felt cold metal cuffs snap over his thin wrists. The man cinched them tight so that they dug into the