Warning: Basically, this story features the classic Disney characters you know and love put in a normal, modern setting, with a pinch of mystery, suspense, tragedy and horror. This will have gore and many dark themes, including implied sexual abuse, in the future. Those who are sensitive to violence towards children, I won't stop or blame you from going back and pretending this doesn't exist. You can even flame me if you're that upset and offended. Either way I don't care, just send me your honest opinion.

Disclaimer: I do not own Disney or his characters. If I did, (as you've probably guessed) there would be so many lawsuits from neurotic parents.

Prologue:

When the boy opened his eyes, he found that he couldn't see anything. Everything was pitch black, with no light coming from the outside. The floor was cold and hard, as were the concrete walls when the boy touched them. He inhaled a few nervous breaths, and then tried to stand up, only to find that one of his legs had a chain connected to its ankle. Sitting down again, the boy fingered the large, cold chain up to where it was connected to the stone wall. His heart began to thump against his ribcage, and his breathing became more shallow and panicked.

When the thirteen-year-old to be runaway pictured his escape from his parents, this little scenario was not in the picture. He had hoped to go to that glorious island he had been told about by one of his neighbors, "Pleasure Island"; a personal paradise for children who wanted to get away from the restricting rules of their parents. In fact, he was supposed to meet said neighbor so he could take him there himself, but he hadn't shown up.

…Right?

The boy closed his eyes, trying to backtrack to an hour ago, at the most, when he had gone to their meeting spot in the woods. It was dark, with only the full moon lighting the forest path. The kid considered himself lucky that he hadn't gotten lost. He remembered standing by the oak tree with his backpack on his shoulder, rocking against the balls of his feet. He remembered thinking about his older sister, who had run off the year before.

He missed his older sister. She always joined in his fun, supporting him with everything he did, but apparently there was only so much she could take with their parents' restrictions. Their parents begrudgingly allowed her to leave, because she was of legal age. She was now living in another state, only visiting and writing letters to their family for special occasions. Her little brother wanted to join her, but their parents weren't willing to give up custody of him, since he was still too young in the government's eyes.

Those were one of the few moments in his life he actually wanted to grow up, just so his parents, and other adults would stop looking at him as if he were stupid compared to them. But, then again, that would make him just like them, and that was the last thing the boy wanted. He still wanted to be carefree, without worries. He didn't want to conform to society and fit into their standards. He wanted to stay the way he was, if not physically then at least mentally. Any adult who wanted him to act otherwise was not to be trusted, including his parents. The only adult who understood him had been his neighbor, and that was the only reason why the boy trusted him.

Now that he thought about it, he was mulling all this over when he had been waiting for his old friend. And while he was distracted with his thoughts…

He couldn't remember. The boy didn't feel any pain on the back of his head, which his presumed abductor would have done to knock him out cold. The faint memory of a foul, acidic smell in his nostrils pinched his mind, but the boy couldn't get a strong hold on it. But it probably didn't matter right now. Whatever had happened, it had gotten him here, in this cold, damp place.

Dammit, the boy cursed in his head, softly hitting the back of his head against the wall and glaring ahead at the darkness. He didn't like using curse words all that much; he often thought it made him more like his father than he would have liked, and he disliked his father. But he felt that the moment called for it. He remembered how his parents had mentioned horror stories of children disappearing and being abducted, but he had always disregarded them carelessly. He could just picture their smug, condescending faces as they said to him, "We told you so."

The boy jumped when he felt something furry brush up against one of his hands. He let out a cry and snapped his hand back, pushing the small body away from him, and held it close to his chest. An indignant squeak answered him, as well as the faint skittering of small feet across the floor to the other side of his prison, most likely into a small hole in the floor. The boy just blinked in the darkness, his knees up against his chest and his arms wrapped around them.

A…mouse?

Despite the situation, the boy found himself snorting slightly, which turned into chuckling, and then into loud laughter. He fell on his side to the floor, guffaws escaping his mouth, making it hard for him to breathe. As his face flushed and his eyes watered, he started hitting the floor with one hand and covering his eyes with the other. He curled his body into a fetal position as his laughter continued.

The sleeve of his shirt soon became soaked with tears as his body shook, but his laughter did not cease. Not because of anything funny. The boy just realized that he had no idea what to do. He never expected this to happen to him. He didn't think he deserved this. What had he done for this to happen to him?!

...Was it because he disobeyed his parents?

Because he didn't take life seriously?

Because he often snapped at any adult who would scold him?

That's pretty much what his sins were, but that didn't make it at all fair, in the boy's opinion. There were plenty of boys like him in the village, so why did it have to be him?

His laughter died, but the bitter tears remained. The hand over his eyes clenched into a tight fist, his skin turning white. He removed his hand, eyes blazing, nostrils flaring and harsh breaths escaping his mouth in smoky puffs. He stood up, feeling adrenaline course through his veins, and started moving his chained foot, making the chain hit the wall, causing a noise.

"LET ME OUT!" he yelled at the top of his lungs. "LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! LETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUT!"

The boy continued to yell, scream and make as much noise as he could with his obvious restrictions. He had a set of lungs on him that made him proud, and he was counting on it to get his captor annoyed enough to at least get him/her to open the door of the room (if it had one).

He was so caught up with his noisemaking that he didn't take notice of the faint opening and closing of a door behind him. Nor did he notice the silent footsteps that sounded like they belonged to a middle aged male adult. He didn't even hear the faint singing that came from the mysterious man, who was closely approaching the boy…

"When you wish upon a star…

"LET ME OUT!"

"Makes no difference who you are…

"LET. ME. OUT!"

"Anything your heart desires…"

"I WANT OUT! GET ME—mmph!"

The boy was cut off when a calloused hand covered his mouth. A strong arm wrapped itself around his torso, holding him tightly against a flat, strong chest. The boy tried to struggle, but it was no use. The man was not only too strong for him, but, (and this guess just made fear stab his heart), the man seemed to enjoy his vain attempts at a fight and escape.

The boy breathed harshly in and out through his nose, taking in his presumed captor's musky smell, which only led to bile rising in his throat. When the man's smirking lips brushed against his ear, the boy's eyes widened.

His blood froze as words were sung softly (yet mockingly) into his ear.

"Will come to you…"

Author's Note:

Your Question: How could you let this happen?!

My Answer: I have no freakin' clue. I don't even hate Disney; I grew up with the movies, for gods sake! The last thing I want is for something like this to happen to any Disney character, so I feel kind of guilty for putting these characters, especially the children through this. But it's all for the sake of the plot, I swear to you!

Another possible question of your's: Who is "the boy" in the prologue?

My answer: I think it's pretty obvious, but you can send me your guesses with your reviews. His name will be revealed in the future.