The Cabin in the Woods

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  • Published: 13 May 2017
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Privington, Ashville not only holds the most interesting records of criminals, but it also is the home to the three young detectives; Marty, Wesley, and Jackie. After closing down yet another stolen goods operation, the trio is called upon to take on another task. However, this time it's different, and later on known to be extremely dangerous.

Chief Blanton, of the Privington Police Department, has given the young sleuths the task of finding his son, who has disappeared. Of course they accept, not knowing exactly what they were getting themselves into. When Jackie gets kidnapped, will the trio decide to back off or will they fight on? Will they find the chief's son, or will they fail?

Read on to dive deeper into this mystery.

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13. Chapter 13 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

"Murdered! What happened Jackie? Are you okay? Did you see the culprit?—" Wesley shot at me so quickly I almost couldn't comprehend what he was saying.

 

"Wesley, leave her alone. She's been hurt for goodness sake!" Marty cut in.

 

"S-shot," I explained briefly.

 

"You were shot?! Wesley, get the first-aid kit, bring it into the kitchen. Jackie, come with me." Marty released me from the hug that he had held me in. I had to be honest, but I didn't want that to end. After what I'd been through a hug was all I needed...and of course attention to my arm. If I left it long enough it could fester, and I didn't want to deal with that.

 

Marty held my hand in replace of a hug, and led me to the kitchen table where he pulled out a chair and sat me down. Wesley joined us, placing the white box down on the table. Marty pulled another chair up so that he sat beside me, and gently grabbed my arm for inspection.

 

"Luckily for you, it just scraped your arm. You'll be alright," Marty informed me. He grabbed some bandages and unrolled a length sufficient enough to cover my wound. "This might sting a little," Marty warned as he rubbed a liquid onto my arm.

 

I clenched my jaw as it cleansed the wound with a bad stinging. A little whimper escaped my lips, and then the pain finally subsided. Next Marty grabbed a pad of cotton, placed it on the injured area, and grabbed the bandage and carefully wrapped it round and round until it reached the end of its length, where he pinned it.

 

"There you are. The bleeding shouldn't continue much longer, but we'll have to change the bandage after a couple of hours." By now the tears had stopped streaming down my face.

 

"Thanks," I said.

 

"Now, can you tell us what happened?" Wesley demanded, getting impatient. And so I explained the events that had taken place on that street. From just a late night walk my night turned into a mystery. Why had that man died? Who killed him? Were they involved in other killings? "Did you see the shooter?" Wesley continued. I shook my head.

 

"I wasn't paying attention to anything. I just ran away and didn't look back. When I did though, nobody was there. It all went by so quickly...it was all a blur. When I first got up to run, though, I caught the image of a man in some torn clothing. I assumed that he and the man that was killed had some sort of quarrel, which lead to the shooting."

 

Marty and Wesley had been listening intently and patiently, making sure to catch every little detail I explained. All the while they wanted to make sure that I wasn't being pressured or anything. They knew that what I saw had scared me badly enough. They didn't want to make things worse because they were good friends.

 

"I think we should check this out," Marty commented.

 

"No!" I blurted. "You can't. Not now. The shooter could still be there!"

 

"Jackie's right," Wesley agreed. "It'd be better if we just went tomorrow. Besides, Jackie needs some rest after a night like this."

 

"We're going back?" I asked unbelievingly.

 

"Of course we are. We need to see if anything was left behind that could lead us to the culprit."

 

"He's right, Jackie," Marty added. "For now, you get some sleep. I'll stay up a little and keep watch in case something happens." I was just about to object when Marty cut in. "No. Jackie, after what happened to you I'm not going to let someone wander in. You get some sleep, and don't worry about me. Alright?"

 

He looked at me with pleading eyes as if he really wanted to do this for me. I gave in, and he hugged me again, making sure not to hurt my arm. Then he pecked me on the forehead but played it off as if nothing happened. My face began to heat up, but I turned around only to be pulled into another hug.

 

"Hope you feel better," Wesley said. I nodded my thanks and headed up the stairs to my room.

 

"Night Jackie!" I heard from downstairs.

 

I called a 'goodnight' and kept going up. I reached my room and slumped onto my bed, letting the soft cushions devour me. I fell asleep thinking about the events that had happened so quickly that I almost couldn’t remember bits. However, it always came back to Marty’s goodnight.

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