Yay, another update!

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Charles curled further in the pipe when he heard walking. Then he heard a man speaking in rather odd sounding English. In his fear he did not focus too heavily on translating, rather he fixated on the tone of the man walking by. He sounded angry, hitting loud metal cans and shouting what Charles presumed were curse words. In his rambling, he did pick out a few words such as "Fired, I deserved, drunk, experiments, morals, idiots, skin, deformity".

Naturally the last word was one that felt too familiar. When studying languages he often used his new skills to research his and his father's condition. All in secret of course. Naturally looking different did and always would have an impact on him, but its severity was greatly weakened by his family's love and acceptance. He whimpered slightly then froze, tightly gripping his face. His heart pounded as the angry ramblings stopped.

Charles nearly screamed when he heard footsteps going towards him and crawled as far as he could into the pipe, having to stop for it narrowed too much for him to continue.

The man then proceeded to speak English at him. When he grew angry at the child's lack of response Charles whimpered out in French "I don't speak English…"

The man paused, and replied in rough French "Why were you hidden in there? Come out. Where are your parents?"

"I-I" He stuttered, trying to think of a way out of talking with the stranger. "I-go-ot lost. My parents will come soon."

"Lost? Well, why don't you come out here. I can take you to the police. Or at the very least you could wait out here so your parents may see you."

Charles shuddered at the word see. He did not want anyone to see him. "I… No. Please go away…"

"Oh come on. I know you're scared but it will be alright… Hey, why are you hiding your face like that?" He asked in a confused voice. He was now peering through the pipe. An unshaven man in what was once an odd but expensive suit. His glasses were dirty even from where gustave could see them. With tiny mole like eyes behind them.

Charles could only squeak in response. Desperately he moved to crawl further down pipe. In his struggle his hands slipped from his face and the stranger starred on in shock. Charles froze, and- despite his screaming instincts- turned his back to him. His heart was beating faster than any horse he had ever encountered. Behind him, the man's face split into a wondrous grin, like he had gotten the biggest christmas present under the tree, screwing his other siblings out of anything good. He said something in English, a jubile clear in his voice. Then strong meaty hands were grabbing at Charles, dragging him from his false safety. He kicked desperately but realizing it was no use, he decided to do one last desperate call for help, by kicking a shoe down the pipe. He silently prayed his family would see it as the man put a hand over his mouth, pressing into his teeth and jaw in a way that made in impossible for Charles to bite. Then with a careful aim, he hit a certain spot on his temple and his world quickly fell into darkness as his body was dragged away. One lone house shoe nestled in the pipe.

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Isn't suspense great? Please review! Hope you all enjoyed! (sorry it was a shorter chapter)