The Cabin in the Woods

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


18. Chapter 18 - (Marty's P.O.V)

I woke up with a start.


"Marty! Wesley!" The loud scream was coming from downstairs. Another scream.


It was Jackie.


I hurriedly threw my blankets off of me, letting them fall to the floor. I stumbled out of my room and rushed down the stairs as I heard the front door slam shut and Wesley's open behind me. I reached the foot of the stairs and glanced at the ruin that was once our living room. The coffee table was turned over, papers were strewn about the entire carpeted floor and the cushions and pillows of the furniture were disarrayed. Worst of all, Jackie was no longer resting on the couch where I had left her the night before.


I ran to the door and ripped it open, feeling as though I had almost pulled it right off its hinges. Running outside into the cool night air, I swung my head left then right, looking for any signs that Jackie was still here. However, the streets were completely empty, undisturbed. I shouted a quick 'go right' to Wesley as I turned left down the street in search for Jackie.


''Jackie!'' I called, hoping against hope I would hear an answer.


A groan, a whisper, the slightest sound of her voice. Something for goodness sake! She had already been shot, and now kidnapped? Whoever was involved with this will surely pay whether they hope to cooperate or not.


''Jackie!" I yelled out again, but this time weaker. I hadn't noticed that my eyes began to blur, that I was actually scared for Jackie, that I wish she was here right now…


"Marty! Marty, where are you?!" It was Wesley.


I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, clearing the tears away.

I took one more sharp glance around me, looking for the slightest movement that might lead me in their direction. To my dismay, everything remained still, casting dark, eery shadows on the street. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and I jumped, turning around. I rose my fist in protection but realized it was only Wesley.


"Did you find anything?" I asked almost desperately.


I let my arms fall to my side, fingers clenched into a tight fist. Anger washed over me.    


"No. I got to the end of the street and asked someone who walked by. They said they'd been there for roughly ten minutes and hadn't seen anyone at all.'' That meant they had gone left...that was where the hidden cabin was. That was the only possible solution.


"Marty?" Wesley broke me out of my thoughts, and I looked up at him, my expression softening.


"I think I know where they went. And who they were." They saw her, realized it was the girl who witnessed the murder and took her. Not only for that, but because it would keep us off the case. They had to be involved.


"Where?" Wesley looked me with concern. He knew I cared somewhat deeply about Jackie, and that this had angered me. But to me it was a lot more than just somewhat.


"The cabin. I'm almost positive. It would be a way to stop us from working on the case and..." A lump got caught in my throat, and all of the sudden I felt nauseous. They had the witness, and nobody likes a witness. They wouldn't let her go, not alive they wouldn't.


"We have to go and look for her," I stated simply, almost losing control. I turned around, already making my way to the secret location when I was stopped.


"Marty," Wesley sighed, "we can't. I understand you want to get Jackie back, but we simply cannot. Look, we're not even properly dressed." He motioned to my upper half which was completely bare.


When I heard Jackie scream, grabbing a t-shirt was the last thing on my mind. I was so scared to know that something was wrong, I had forgotten everything and rushed down the stairs as quick as possible. And then seeing our trashed living room, and the empty spot on the couch where Jackie had been...I knew they had taken her.


"Listen, I want to find her as much as you do," Wesley continued, "but we have to be prepared to go back to that spot." I shook my head, shoulders sagging. He was right. What if they had weapons and we showed up with nothing to defend ourselves, and half naked.


"I'll call the chief when we get home and notify him about Jackie," Wesley informed me as we made our way back home. Although I could feel myself begin to calm down, realizing that we would eventually get to Jackie, I still had the sudden rush to just turn back the other way.

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