The Adoption

"I'm s-sorry sir." The young Luke murmured before he quickly started to pick up the items from the floor. He stood up and was about to start running again, but the man he bumped into placed his hands on the little boy's shoulder and stopped him. "What is your name?" The man asked. Little Luke raised his head and stared at the man with confusion evident in on his face. "My name is Luke Beeman."

The man smirked in satisfaction. "If you are hungry then come with me, I will make sure you eat food three times in a day for the rest of your life." Steve had been recruiting members for his organization himself, and every time he always chooses people who were in similar situations to the boy named Luke. He made sure to select the people who were desperate and in need.

The young Luke tilted is little head. "Really? But mister, I don't have any money to pay you for it." Feeling dejected, he lowered his head as tears threatened to roll down from his cheeks.