In today's society, among

humanity is crimes against

children that are concealed behind walls of smoked mirrors. We lose our love ones every day. When you turn on the news network channel, read controversial articles in the newspapers, and on the social media networks. We hear terrifying news about children either murdered, abducted, or disappeared off the face of the earth. There are roughly 800,000 children that are reported missing each year in the United States. There are 230,302 children of color that were reported missing that are Asians, Black, and Indians in 2019. Many of them became victims of an elite and powerful groups of exploiting children for prostitution, espionage, and cult groups.

         Officer Michael Burns was determined to finish up on what he had started on a case of a missing eleven-year-old African American boy named Timothy Hutson in Chicago Illinois. Michael has worked on the case for 24 years while working for chief Captain Steve Rogers. Micheal is 56-years of-age. He is Caucasian and is born in Wisconsin. He is tall, and has short straight hair. He has a Robert Downey Jr. look to his appearance, and is very appealing to be an older man. Michael was home schooled all his life because he had learning difficulties coping like the other children did. When he was a teenager, he was anxious to find a job, any job in town. For two years it took Michael to find him a decent job, but thanks to Steve Rogers who was a local resident in his area. He was the chief captain of the Madison Police Department in Wisconsin. Steve was in his forties, white and average size, and was very athletic. He used to pass by Michael's family's house sometimes riding his bike. One day passing by Michael's home, Steve decided to stop his bike and noticed Michael was sitting on his porch crying with his head down. 

   "What's wrong my son?" Steve asked, being concerned.

   "I'm okay, " Michael said gesturing his elbows on top his legs.

   "No you not okay,  something is bothering you kid, now what is it?" Steve asked.

   "No one wants to hire me anywhere, I've been trying to find a job for two years, and no one wants to hire me, I think it has something to do with me being a dumb learner, " Michael said degrading himself.

    "How old are you my son?" Steve asked.

     "16," Michael said.

    "Listen my son, I am hearing you speak right now and I don't hear anything that sounds dumb in your speech. You are a smart boy, and sometimes it takes quite awhile to find something you strive for, don't let anyone hold you back, you just got to keep pushing, never give up,  Hey kid, I am willing to offer you a job, " Steve informed.

    "Really?" Michael asked, lifting his head upward and feeling exultant.

    "Of course son, are you into detective works?" Steve asked.

    "I don't know anything about detective work, " Michael said.

    "Well, today, you are going to learn, and you are not doing any actual detective work like my men do at the station. I am offering you a gig handling case files. If you do handle the case files and put them in order for me, I will pay you 20 bucks a week, are you willing? " Steve asked.

   "20 bucks a week? Sure, I'm willing to take anything right now, but I am going to need some help with handling files, " Michael said.

     "Of course you do, I am going to teach you, I'm not going to send you in there alone not being experienced my son, " Steve informed.

     In 1980, Michael was blessed with a full time position working for Steve as a legal file clerk. He worked as a file clerk for 6 years in the Madison Police Department Agency. When Michael turned 21, he had obtained some experience in the police department doing some detective works saving children from their abusers or kids that were missing for months, weeks and even a year. Steve had taught Michael everything about police detective work. It took Michael a while to grasp and understand how detectives operates, but eventually he had caught on, and gained a lot of skill from it. Children missing cases is the only cases they are obligated to do. Steve's men who had been working on missing children cases for a long time was not always successful finding missing children. Steve always had very high hopes for Michael. Michael has a gift for rescuing children. He often completed the mission, and he did not know where that gift came from.

         In 1997, Captain had received a phone call from another police department being asked to work on a big case in Chicago State. Captain Rogers assigned Michael to work on a case of eight missing children who had been kidnapped from their schools walking home or being alone somewhere.

    The eight boys had gone missing for two years. Michael was doing the best that he could to investigate their disappearance, and the Chicago Police Department could not find any leads for the missing victims for three years. When Michael was assigned to the job, he had to live in Chicago until he gets finished with the case. He moved to Hyde Park Boulevard, and he liked the environment. Many people were friendly towards Micheal, when the women passed by him, they would always validate and flirt with Michael because of his handsome charm. Michael was 33-years-of -age at the time, and he was just as handsome as he is today. Michael was not ready to get into a relationship with anyone. He felt that marriage and relationships was not for him because of the type of job he does. He is a full time detective and did not have the time for dates nor commitments. He would go to the local bar sometimes in Hyde Park called "The Pub." If a woman approaches him in the bar, he would give her a small talk. He knew not to hold a long conversation with women because that could lead to him wanting to take them to his house and have s*xual intercourse with them. He did not want that because he knew that  some of the women were looking for a relationship and he did not want that. Michael loved being a detective, and he sure was not going to give up his job because of a woman.

        One night, he was handling some case files in bed, and had realized he had worked all day with it. He decided to go for a night drive around Chicago. He tossed all the papers scattered on his bed to the side.

       "It's time for a break," he said to himself rubbing his eyes.

        He thought since it was after midnight, it would be less traffic and no one would be standing out doors anywhere. He figured it would be a peaceful night for him that he would not have to arrest anyone. He wanted to drive all around town, and ended up in a dangerous environment with thugs, and low lives. The location he was in was on 92th N. Parnell Street Ave. It was a multiracial neighborhood, he happens to notice a boy being tackled in an alley by a group of husky boys. They were all African American males who looked liked teens and preteens. The boy was being thrown by the garbage can. Michael was furious. He grabbed his siren device that was in his car and placed it on the top roof of his vehicle, and turned it on. He had accelerated his vehicle into the alley, and as soon as the boys saw his car coming hearing the sirens. They dashed away. He stopped and got out of his car, and sprinted towards the boy. The boy was bleeding heavily and was unconscious so he called the ambulance. The boy looked like he were a preteen. 10 mins later the ambulance arrived. Michael was very compassionate driving to the hospital to check on the boy. The next day he went back to the hospital and the boy was conscious. Michael knocks on the hospital room door.

      "Hello," he said.

      "Who are you?" The boy asked trying to lean up out of the bed but was struggling.

       "Watch it kid, lay down, lay down, you're not going anywhere just yet, and I'm detective Burns," Michael said helping the boy with his balance in bed.

        "I'm in trouble?" The boy asked.

        "No you're not, I saved you from dying kid, in that alley when those guys that were attacking you," he said.

         "Those were bullies from my school, they mess with me all the time," the boy said.

           "After midnight? What were you doing out so late?" Michael asked.

           "I Was coming from a friends house, we had to do a group project, we worked on it all night and I found myself falling asleep in his room and woke up, so it was 1:00, so I left," the boy said.

       "Okay, I get the picture now, what's your name?"  Michael asked.

        "Timothy," he said.

        "Timothy what?" He asked.

        "Timothy Hutson," the boy said.

    Hi everyone,

I actually wrote this book when I was 17, but for awhile I stopped working on it because I was going through a hard period of bullies and I just decided to write a novel that reflects on my personal feelings. This story is fiction, but it  relates to me so much. I usually turn my books into graphic novels or comic books that I draw, but this is not based on neither. "Mystery Boys: Michael Burns's Blessings" is a Love Mystery novel. I found this old story in a document and my grammar was all over the place and I had to correct it for some days. I have another book that I am working on publishing chapters on  Scary Stories app call "Voodoo In The Hood" please check that out if you have the app. Let me know what you all think about this novel, "Mystery Boys: Michael Burns's Blessing.

Timothy is a short boy, and his hair is black and wears a narrow afro, and has a coffee dark brown complexion.

       "Nice to meet you kid," Michael said reaching out his hand for a shake.

       "Hi, " Timothy said, shaking his hand.

       "Where your parents?" Michael asked.

       "They was here, but they left and got me some food, I don't eat hospital food, so I told em to get me some fast food, " Timothy said.

      "You been here before?" Michael asked.

      "Yeah, it ain't my first time, I got jumped on before, and ended up here, " Timothy said.

       "Hmm, that's terrible, cruel people, Michael said.

      "The boys from my school, they are always bothering me all the time for no reason," Timothy said.

     "Sad, but you know, kids used to teased me a lot when I was a kid too, " Michael said.

      "You look and seem like a cool guy, why would somebody wanna mess with you?" Michael asked.

      "Because I wasn't as good of a learner like others were, " Michael said.

      "You was dumb?" Timothy asked.

      "Haha, no, I just couldn't understand certain things in school, but I never gave up on anything, I felt like giving up at times, but I kept moving and eventually I always ended up getting lucky for something, " Michael said.

       "I think you cool," Timothy said.

       "Thanks kid, hey I was thinking when ever you get out of here, we could get some ice cream, it would be my treat, how does that sound kiddo?" Michael asked.

         "Yea, I like ice cream," Timothy said smiling.

         "Okay, well I'm about to head out, I wish I can meet your parents today but I have to get to work, I'll check back with you in the morning, "  Michael said leaving out.

        "Thanks, " Timothy said.

    An hour later Timothy's parents entered the room.

       "We got your Harold's chicken that you wanted, " his mother said.

        Timothy's mother is a sweet and compassionate woman.

          "You alright boy?" His father said.

         "My arm hurts," Timothy said gesturing at his arm.

       Timothy's father is sort of harsh when it comes down to raising Timothy. He always tries hard to make Timothy ruff around the edges.

       "You'll make it out of here no time, boy, that's why you gotta start fighting back when those boys mess with you," his father said.

        "Edd? You scaring him, he did what's right," his mother said.

       "No he needs to become a real man to fight those **ss holes back," his father said harshly.

       "But I tried," Timothy said.

       "I don't want to hear it, I'm disappointed in you, you..." 

        "I see someone is up and well," the doctor said, entering the room.

         "Yea," Timothy said.

The doctor is white and worn glasses and had a nerdish appearance to him.

         "Well I have some good news for you," the doctor said smiling.

         "What is it?" Timothy said.

         "You are not severely injured, it's not minor, but the only thing is  you just have a swollen arm, I recommend you to stay at home a couple of days so that your arm can heal, and you will be back on your feet in no time," the doctor informed.

           "Thank you," Timothy said

          "Be safe out there, and take care of yourself," the doctor said leaving out.

Get ready for more chapters, and for those who have not read my first chapter on my page, please do so because you will get a better understanding.

Let me know what you all think about this one.

Timothy really wanted to stay at home longer than two days even though it was going to be his last week of school to prepare for his summer break.

         On April 16, 1997, Timothy Hutson was so eager to get out of school and could not wait until the class ended so he could enjoy his summer break. Timothy frequently wears a polo shirt and jeans to school.

     "Don't think just because you all are about to get a break just to play and have fun. Having fun is great but, it is always fun sometimes to set aside from the active fun-ness and have fun being active in educating your minds by learning and thinking. And even reading some facts and knowledge in the world, and the environments you guys are living in today, which is why you guy's homework assignment is to read through chapters 14-20 in your science books on Living Organisms. When you guys get back from your breaks, we are going to have a discussion about what you learned about reading. And in those chapters, I want you guys to tell me the information you got that relates to you in a way. It can relate to you in a good way or a bad way. It can be something big or something small. But it has to be something relatable to you," Mr. Edger said with a grin on his face.

      Timothy gestures his elbow on his desk being impatient and meditating. "I am not listening nor paying attention to what Mr. Edger said, I don't care, I just wanna go home and do whatever I want. No one can't pick on me for a while, I'm free now. I am glancing at the clock now on the wall waiting on the shorthand to reach 3:15."

    The hand was now at 3:10.

    "Well, since today is the last day of class, I am being nice to let you guys leave early," Mr. Edger said with a smile on his face.

       Everyone made a dash for the door. "Timothy? Can I have a word with you for a minute?" Mr. Edger said.

    "I am so in a rush to leave out of his class, I don't feel like talking to Mr. Edger, " saying to himself.  

     "For what?" Timothy asked, putting his backpack on.

       "I just want to inform you that you did really good on your final project when I had you guys to choose and  draw a portrait of a famous hero you admire. Your drawing ability is really good Timothy. Have you ever considered becoming an artist someday?" Mr. Edger asked kindly.

       "Uhhh… No I haven't, Why?" Timothy asked, holding the two straps on his backpack tightly in distraught.

       "Because I think you should put that into more thought and consideration in getting involved in the art world someday when you grow up. I heard some very serious news about you Timothy from the principal. Timothy, you have the talent and ability. You just have to maintain that gifted passion of yours and never let it go to waste. Predominantly, it is more white artists than black artists these days. I don't know when there will be more African American artists, but it is very hard finding African American artists in the 90s. As a white man, I am fascinated about some African arts. What I am saying is, we need more gifted black artists these days like you Timothy.

      "Thank you, Mr. Edgar, " Timothy said smiling being flattered.

      "You are welcome, Timothy. You can leave now, and have a great summer," Mr. Edger said. 

      "You too," Timothy said ambling towards the door.

      "And remember Timothy, read those chapters," Mr. Edger informed.  

       "Okay, " Timothy said closing his door.

Leaving the school walking home made Timothy feel free. 

      "I am just thinking about what my career goals should be like someday when I'm older. Maybe Mr. Edger was right. Maybe I should put in some thought of becoming a successful artist someday. I want to be the typical artist who paints and draws abstract paintings like having my paintings depicted as animal species transformation into humans." And, maybe someday I can have my drawings and paintings displayed in an art gallery. Oh, maybe I should discuss this topic in class after break. This should be something dealing with animal organisms and human organisms. And it can be relatable to those topics on living organisms in my science book. It is good to have a teacher like Mr. Edger. He is one of my favorites.