Richard was visibly shaking as the man watched him. Was he going to hurt him too? Pulling himself into a ball, the child tried his best to not upset the man. He remained where he was until he felt arms around him and the ground leave him. Crying out, Richard struggled against the man, kicking and punching the best he could while squirming in the grasp. Tears streamed down his face as he tried to get away; he was tired, hurt, and scared, now what was happening? his young mind jumped to every conclusion possible as he was strapped into some sort of vehicle. He stared with wide eyes as the man got into the drivers side. Moving his gaze to the window he watched as the city he had only known for a few hours raced by.<br/><br/>Fear soon found it's way back into his system and his fight against the man resumed. He kicked at the mans hands on the steering wheel, while he tried to figure out the belt that held him more or less in place. Through choking sobs he cried for the man to let him go, for his parents, for this all to end. Soon however, the pain and exhaustion took over and the child's protests grew weaker and weaker until he slumped in the seat and leaned against the window, as far from the man as he could get while one hand weakly fought against the seat belt with no hope of winning. The sobs continued until the slowly turned into whimpers and silent tears.