Football singularity

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I slowly went deeper into my closet in an attempt to locate where this foreign stench was coming from. It smelled like sweet or mud and had this slightly metallic stench that left a weird feeling in my stomach. ｂ𝚍ｎｏ𝚟ｌ.

Moving some of my older clothes to the side at the back corner of the closet, which has probably been here for months without being worn. Just as I was moving the last piece of clothing I jumped back with a yelp at the sight of a young boy passed out on the floor. After calming my nerves at the sudden appearance of a random boy in my closet.

Noticing that he was still asleep even after my surprised yelp brought further calm to me allowing me to think clearly. Sniffing the air I was certain that the god-awful smell of sweat and dirt was defiantly coming from him.

I took a step closer to him and reached out my hand to touch his forehead to tap him awake. However, when I touch his head it was like touching a radiator that was exuding heat at max power, guess he’s having a fever. Not knowing what to do I decided to go and get mom as she will probably know what to do.

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[Lisa Pov]

I was sitting at the table where I and my family just had an enjoyable lunch which we hadn’t had in a while with my and my husband’s busy schedules. Ben was chatting with his friend Joe about how he believed he could win a fight with a shark if one shows up.

Sometimes I wonder where he gets the confidence, I think it started inflating when Emma called him Batman once. Ever since then, he’s been trying to live up to this superhero image that our daughter has built up for him. Don’t get me wrong he’s always had unnatural self-belief, he’s been my backbone all the way through our marriage and especially my pregnancy with Emma.

Anyways I’m glad Joe has been there to keep him safe after returning from active duty. As some stunts he started to pull in order to live up to the superhero persona were getting outrageous at some point. I think what made him stop is when he found Emma asking Santa to keep her dad safe and help him stop taking risks with his life.

Even though he loves the adrenalin rush he gets from doing things like sky diving and bungy jumping one look at our daughter’s sad expression made his obsession for it crumble.

Speaking of my daughter there she comes, which is puzzling since she is supposed to be having her afternoon nap. It seems I wasn’t the only one to notice this oddity as Emma hates it when her routine is interrupted.

“Emma dear is everything Ok?” Ben asked in a worried tone as he looked at the panicked look on Emma. He is always ready to drop whatever he is doing whenever it comes to Emma, I once watched him quite literally drop a twenty thousand Dollar vase just to catch emmas doll that fell from the second floor.

I was so mad at him for that stunt, so I made him sleep on the couch for a week. I wasn’t mad that he broke the vase its the fact he wasted money buying it just to break it to catch a ten-dollar doll that would have survived the fall.

“What’s wrong Emma?” I asked her in a more serious tone as she usually speaks her mind right away except when she did something wrong. That seemed to work as she snapped out of her panic and answered me.

“There’s a boy in my closet” The atmosphere was deadly silent as soon as her words fell and I could tell she was serious in her answers by the way her cheeks blushed.

“What do you mean there is a boy in your closet?” Ben shot up from the ground as he asked in a stern tone, I don’t know when but at some point he ended up there. He can be so dramatic sometimes, it is honestly worrying that he runs a million-dollar company.

“Exactly what I said he’s passed out in my closet” Emma quickly answered him as her cheeks continued to heat up obviously embarrassed by the direction the conversation was taking. “He’s too hot” she stammered out under her breath but with the silence, she might as well be screaming it out.

That seemed to be the last straw for my husband as he marched inside the ship like a man possed with joe hot on his heels while having an amused smile on his face at how Ben was acting. I started chuckling seeing him act this way before promptly following him with Emma by my side.

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In Emma’s room at the entrance of her closet, I saw my husband who had a dumbfounded look on his face as he stared at what seemed to be a five-year-old boy in rugged black clothing. However, he soon regained his composure as he faced Emma with a questioning look probably hinting at her hot comment.

Her cheeks blushed harder after being put under the microscope again as she quickly turned away from the looks she was getting. “His head is hot” She managed to blurt out before hiding behind me.

Her words seemed to make my husband realise the situation as he stretched out his hand in an effort to feel the boy’s temperature.

“Your right he’s got a severe fever,” he said with a serious tone as he picked up the boy from the ground before placing him on Emma’s bed.

That’s when I noticed the plastic bag that was lying next to the kid. Looking at the contents in the bag it seems the boy knew he had a fever as I found a packet of paracetamol. It also seems like he planned to hitch a ride with us by the number of non-perishables in his bag.

“I think he’s bleeding from somewhere,” I heard Joe interject as he started removing the boy’s hoodie and top. Lo and behold he really was bleeding from his left shoulder, but it seems to be caused by the bandages aggravating the wound because some idiot tied it wrong and too tight.

“What’s that?” Emma interjected as joe was busy removing the bandages. Looking at what she pointed it seemed to be a folded-up envelope that was taped to the boy. Spotting what Emma pointed out Ben quickly removed the tape from the boy’s body freeing the envelope.

He wasted no time opening it but as soon as he looked inside a deep frown was plastered on his face as he looked back and forth between the envelope and the boy. My daughter seemed to be getting impatient by the fact he didn’t say anything after looking at the context of the envelope.

“It’s nothing go get the medkit for joe,” He said in a stern tone to her that left no room for an argument. She was slightly shocked by his tone but promptly followed his instructions as she left the room.

“What is wrong babe?” I asked him as it’s highly odd for him to not even entertain Emma’s curious questions, the only time he does this is when it’s serious and he’s trying to protect her.

He didn’t answer me but just handed me a stack of photos from the envelope, giving some to joe as well who had stopped what he was doing noticing Ben’s atmosphere. Looking through the pictures I was slightly confused at first before I realised what was going on in them as tears threatened to burst out from my eyes.

Kids are being treated like common cabbage to be sold to the highest bidder in the pictures, some were even trafficked to a war zone to become child Soulja’s. The pictures seemed to be taken from some kind of sick wall of trophies as I could notice prices written below some pictures of kids, This seemed to be some sort of an attempt to make some sort of sick ranking system.

My eyes involuntarily moved to the passed to the kid who was still lightly bleeding out of a wound that seemed to be a claw mark and I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. It’s now that I fully notice his malnourished frame of someone who has not received a proper meal in years. It seems like he’s recently gained some muscles but with the bad state, his body looked to be in it’s a wonder he was able to build some.

“why are you crying?”

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[Mass Release Goals]

[ A Magic Castle = One extra Chapter]

[ Two Magic Castle = Two extra Chapter]

To Be Continued…