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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2. Chapter 2 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

Marty—full name Marty Charles Solberg—is eighteen years of age, has short but nicely cut dirty blonde hair, greenish, bluish eyes (always hard to tell), is 6 feet tall and is slim, but not overly slim. Marty is a very ambitious person. Sometimes, though, it's just too much. Like, I literally want to strangle him it can be so overwhelming. You could say that he's the one out of the three of us that really enjoys going out on cases, much like the one we're currently on. It's his definition of 'fun'. I, on the other hand, must disagree sometimes.

 

Since Marty, Wesley, and I are quite popular for our profession throughout Privington, Ashville, we receive a few calls a day—sometimes even more—requesting that we take up their mysterious issue. Remember how I said that Marty's ideal way of having fun was going out on cases? Well this is where it can become overwhelming. Sometimes, when arriving home from either completing a case or returning from shops and such to get necessary supplies, the phone will ring. Now, we only have so much time to actually rest at home, seeing as we have quite the busy schedule. So, if we—we being Wesley and I—answer the phone, we will set a date to meet our caller to speak about their problem. A date that will leave us with a sufficient amount of time to get some proper rest in. But, if Marty were to reach the phone before us, then we've got a problem. What he'll do, without even asking Wesley's and mine own consent, is make an appointment for us to meet our client. Only thirty minutes after we've returned home, Marty has already set up a whole thing for us to meet a client straight away, leaving us with little to no time at all to sleep, eat, or refresh ourselves. So then we're scrambling against time to meet this person, all the while Marty's excuse being 'it's sufficient for the client to meet us right away'.

 

Those were the times I wish I could a) forget the whole thing and not attend period, or b) the option that I prefer, where I could just lock Marty in his room for a while, leaving me with enough time to relax and not have a worry in the world. I could just put our cases aside and fret about them after, but of course it wouldn't become a reality. Wesley wouldn't allow it to. Marty is also aware of my thoughts, but takes it as a joke. Let's let him believe that.

 

Some other way to describe Marty would certainly be caring. At first, when seeing his hard, and what looks like cold features, you may not believe so yourself. But really, he is, mainly towards his closest of friends and family. He's always sticking up for us just like we do for each other when needed. When times come to worst, and trust me, sometimes we can be in a really tight situation, Marty is there to reassure us that we'll be alright. We know it will, but that little bit of spirit helps too. And then there are times when he tries to be funny, even when it's not the best of times to do so. He'll try to brighten our moods, and often times he does, but other times, well, Wesley and I give him a look that clearly says 'you're not helping'. But that's just Marty, and I love him all the same; as a friend, of course.

 

Then there’s Wesley. Wesley Anansi Carrington is his full name. In my opinion he is very much alike the three men in Friends; Chandler Bing, Joey Tribbiani, and Ross Geller. In all honesty he's got the good looks of all three, that easy going air about him like Joey, the sarcastic comment that reminds me of Chandler, and the smarts of Ross. Not that Chandler and Joey aren't smart, you know, it's just the way he is. But then again, Joey did think that the way his tailor fitted pants was the right way...

 

Wesley is a tad taller than Marty, has a mop of hazelnut hair with those bangs that always get in the way, has blue eyes, is fairly fit and shares the same age as Marty. Wesley is the more figuring out everything type of person. Marty and I are at his same level, you could say, it's just he catches the little details we miss. It's like Sherlock Holmes says; we see, but do not observe. For example, we were assigned to find some goods that went missing from a delivery company, and we had narrowed it down to the location of where everything was hidden; a small and abandoned building that rested on the water's edge, where it was hardest to locate, or at least for the local authorities. For us, it was simple enough. Anyhow, we payed a visit to the building one night, searching for some secret room seeing as the criminals wouldn't just leave they're loot in plain sight. When we had a look-see around the home once without spotting what we were looking for, we headed back to the small kitchen to see where we would go from there. As we stood there, Wesley had confidently strolled over to the stove, chuckled as if we should have known something all along, and turned a dial once, then twice. After about thirty seconds of silence, we heard a soft humming and a squared panel lifted from the floor, hinges squeaking. When we peered down into the opened space, we saw not only what we were looking for, but a bewildered old man.

 

When Marty and I asked how he knew to turn the dials, he shrugged and simply answered with, "Just guessed". Yeah, as if. He was always too proud to have made such an excellent find that he 'didn't have the time to explain' sometimes.

 

"Jackie? Jackie! You there?" Ah yes. And that was me Marty was calling for.

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