The Strange Little Boy

Edogawa Conan was very strange indeed. So much smarter than the average seven year old kid. To say he was a magnet for trouble, he always came out unscathed.

He suddenly appeared when Kudo Shinichi had disappeared. A substitute? Quite possibly.

And since the day he went on to live at the Mouri Detective Agency, Mouri Kogoro had solved every case since.

Conan was like the KID of the Detective world. Always drops a slick hint when everyone else was stumped. His knowledge seemed to exceed what we assumed to know. Always claiming whatever complex or unusual fact he said always was something he saw on TV, which was odd, since he never seemed to watch it.

Besides the Detective Boys, rarely does he ever play with kids within his own age group. He would much read a book or juggle a soccer ball on his own than go play in the park.

He seems to be suffering from some type of paranoia, as well. Mention anything about some guys wearing black, and he checks his shoulder more than he forgets to keep his mask on.

If he knows them, what would they want with a child?

Now we know.

Now we know what they would want with a child.

He isn't a child at all.

Two men dressed in all black had kidnapped Conan, dragging a few of us along with them.

We woke up in the dark, not a single window or source of light to give us any clue where we are.

A door creaks. I can barely see the two men walking towards us from over my shoulder. My vision begins to fade, the corners going black. I shake myself to wake back up. If I fall asleep, chances are high that I'll stay that way.

They do not answer our questions, but instead, give us answers to questions we didn't ask.

They wanted Sherry. They got Sherry.

They killed Sherry.

Now they want Conan.

The taller man approaches Conan, kicking him in the face. His glasses fly off, a welt already beginning to form.

The younger boy grits his teeth, a look of utter contempt burning in Conan's eyes.

"Dont' hurt them." Conan spoke, voice laced with maturity beyond his years. "If you want me dead, then fine. Take me. But let them go. They have nothing to do with this."

"Now, now. What fun would that be, Kudo?"

The atmosphere grew tense. He said...Kudo, right? That was wrong, very wrong, and yet no one could deny it.

It a made sense now.

"Ah, so I guess you finally figured out the poison's true abilities, am I correct?" His confident demeanor suddenly dropped in favor for a frown. "Back to finish what you started?"

The man's lips parted, teeth smashing together with a demented smile that was only fit for someone who was mentally deranged. They both locked eyes, one set of them growing more and more powerful while the other had given up all hope.

"Just get it over with." Conan spat.

A gun was raised to Conan's head.