GENRE: YA Thriller
It was a frigid night and no one was outside unless they had to be. The only light came from the few light poles still standing along the deserted road.
A lone patrol car stopped, pulling close to the canal that ran parallel to the train tracks. Two police officers exited their vehicle, flashlights in hand. Their lights flickered along the manmade structure, reflecting off the standing water at the bottom.
Approaching the edge, their flashlights lit up a dismal sight: a half-naked and seemingly lifeless body partially submerged. A passing train's vibrations caused their lights to dance over the body. Though they both cursed, it could not be heard over the noise of the train.
The body was that of a teenage boy. He was covered with bruises and mud, and wore only jeans and socks. The bruising was very dramatic against the ashen pallor of his skin. It appeared he had dark brown hair, but it was hard to tell in the weak light and with all the dirt covering him. Blood was smeared from his hairline down the side of his face, neck, and along his arm.
The older police officer leaned down, touched the boy's cheek and said, “Poor kid.” The boy gave a low moan, causing both police officers to jump back.
The flashing lights of the emergency vehicles in the distance were like a beacon of hope.