The Cabin in the Woods

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  • Published: 13 May 2017
  • Updated: 7 Jun 2017
  • Status: Complete
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.


15. Chapter 15 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

I wanted to help as soon as I possibly could, and I was willing to take the chance to be in the open if that's what it took.


"Like this," I said, getting up and running over to the cabins side.


"Jackie!" Marty and Wesley protested, but followed all the same.


I slumped down under a window, and pressed my ear to the wood, listening for any sound within.


"What do you think you're doing?" Wesley asked somewhat angered.


"I'm waiting to see when we can go in!"


"Okay, and when they leave where will we go?" Marty added. I looked down at the ground. I hadn't thought that part out.


"Um...I...uh—" I stuttered, but was interrupted as another voice shouted something. My attention turned to a man who stood about fifty feet away from us, gun in hand. BANG! A shot was fired, but I didn't know if they intended to hit us or just scare us off. All I know is that he hit the window above me. I screamed as the shattered glass fell over my head.


I felt two firm hands grip my arm and pull me up. Marty and Wesley pulled me away from the house, and towards the pathway. Another shot was fired, and more voices were heard shouting orders and directions. And then I heard what I wished I hadn't.


"Get the car! Run 'em down if ya have da!" I looked behind me to see what was going on. That was the worst mistake I've made yet.


Just those couple seconds that I hadn't focused on where I placed my feet, and I went down. I don't know what I tripped on, but I fell. Hard. Everyone started to close in, and I knew it was the end.


And then it wasn't. Apparently Marty and Wesley wouldn't allow it to be, because they were at my side within seconds—even quicker than that if it was possible. I was hauled to my feet and practically dragged forward, towards the bushes in which we passed through to find this place. I had by now realized that, well, I wasn't exactly helping Marty and Wesley at the moment. I was like a dead weight, holding them back from making an escape. I ran with all the power left in me, which was just enough to give me a good boost. We rushed through the bushes so fast it looked only as though we passed a green blur of light.


I heard an engine rev, and then the screech of tires as a vehicle launched its way forward. We just made it to our street in time as a car smashed through the greenery, almost crashing into the houses ahead of the hidden path. I didn't look back again, not wanting to trip once more. If I did, it may actually be the death of us. Or maybe I could persuade Marty and Wesley to go, save themselves while I was taken away and held, possibly killed. At least I knew they'd be safe....


I was roughly pulled to the ground, a hand hurriedly smacked onto my mouth. My eyes widened in horror as I suddenly realized what was happening. But then a voice assured me that everything was alright. It was only Marty.


"It's okay, don't freak out. Keep quiet until we say otherwise. We're waiting for them to pass by." I shook my head in understanding and Marty removed his hand from my mouth.


The car that was chasing us flew past our hiding spot, and I caught a glimpse of its black, shining outside. It raced down the street, and turned a left when it reached the end.


"What do we do now?" I had to ask. Were we just going to step into the middle of the street, allowing ourselves to be very easy targets? Was there even another way to get home?


"We're going to go through the back. Behind us there's a hidden trail. We'll use it," Wesley informed me. I looked around at my surroundings, and realized that we were hidden behind a dumpster that sat in between to houses.


Further down, at the back of the houses and a little past was an opening. It split both right and left, and was set back a ways in the greenery. Marty peaked over the edge of the dumpster and saw that nobody was in sight, and heard nothing. He kept his volume to a minimum as he told Wesley and I to follow him. We rose and I jogged till I caught up with Marty. He grabbed my hand for comfort and lead me towards the opening. Wesley was close with us, and we turned left. We hurried through and soon another opening appeared to our left —it went right into our backyard. Marty pulled me gently into our yard and lead me to the door. We paused just in front of the door as Wesley stepped forward, producing the keys needed. Unlocking the door, we stepped inside in one great heap, almost falling on top of each other.


Wesley locked the door and turned, taking a deep breath.


"Well, that was certainly something," he commented.


"You're telling me," I said, trying to brighten the mood with an attempt at a smile. Marty looked at me in a weird way. Concerned maybe? Confused?


"Are you alright, Jackie? You took quite the fall." I brushed it off although my ribs ached and my head pounded.


"Everything's fine. Thank you guys. You...well, saved me." They nodded their your welcomes as if it was nothing.


We all looked at each other—we knew what we had stumbled upon, and we knew we had to deal with it like every other case. There was never a case where we found something odd, something out of place going on and just walked away. Our quarry will be hot on our tail if they discover who we are and where we live. We also found Frank, and we needed to help him as soon as remotely possible. If they intended to kill him, it doesn't seem long before he know. We needed to work fast.


Marty walked to the mirror that sat on the kitchen wall, and gazed at something intently that had caught his attention. His eyes widened enough in his reflection for me to understand that something was wrong.


"Guys," he said, still facing the mirror. "Guys, you gotta see this."

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