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.


20. Chapter 20 - (Wesley's P.O.V)

''Well, that oughta do it," I said, looking at the living room which Marty and I had put back into its original state.


It took all of two and a half hours to set things back to the way they had been. Broken glass had been discarded and the table stood as it originally had again. I silently looked around the room, flashes of the ruin it once was shooting across my mind. What did they want? Why did they come here? Obviously it had been something of importance, something so significant they had to break into our home. And completely trash our living room. But that was the least of my worries.


Jackie had unfortunately been sleeping on the couch when the intruders had arrived. I also assumed the the living room was the first room they had visited since no other place in the house had been so much as touched. And to make things even worse, Marty was going mad with anger and grief. He tried hard to not show it, but looking into his eyes I knew. I knew he wanted to find the people who took Jackie, I knew that he wanted to save Jackie. I knew he had feelings for her, and that to know she was in danger tore him apart. He hadn't admitted this, but just by simply looking into his eyes, looking at the never disappearing creases on his forehead and the change in his posture, the tear stains on his ashen white pale cheeks and the way he stared at the couch where Jackie had once was all enough to show it.


Marty had insisted that we go to the cabin straight away, but I refused and stood my ground. We needed to leave prepared, and that is what we were going to do. We would save Jackie, and we would arrest the criminals behind her and Frank's kidnapping. We would do it all because I knew we could.


"Yeah," Marty murmured quietly as an answer to my comment when we finished cleaning the room.


"Ah, cmon Marty! Cheer up!" Before Marty could protest, arguing that he was upset about losing Jackie, I held up my hand to silence him. It worked. "I know. I know, but you have to be confident. You have to think positively. As much as this sucks, you need to know that things will be alright. We're going to find her Marty, no matter how many doubts you have. I'm here and I'm going to help you do this. I'm as mad and grief stricken as you are, but you can't let this shake you down." I stepped closer to Marty, placing my hands on his shoulders and giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "We'll find her, I promise."


It was a promise I certainly intended on keeping, one that I was going to work for in order to hold it true. Not only was I doing this for Marty but also because I loved Jackie. She was like family to me and I dreaded the moments when either Marty or Jackie were hurt. I love them both dearly.


"Thanks, Wesley." Marty spoke louder this time, pushing away his worries into the dark corners of his mind. He would come back to them later, or maybe not at all. "Now, I believe we have some preparing to do," he moved on, speaking and even looking stronger—posture straightening, eyes gleaming, creases disappearing...


Marty gave me a pat on the arm, silently thanking me again.


"Yes, we sure do," I said.


"Well then," Marty remarked, smiling. This time really smiling. "Let's get to it!''     


(Marty's P.O.V)

Wesley and I are currently getting ready for our trip to the cabin in the woods. We would only need a few things to ensure that we would make it there, get Jackie and Frank, and then escape as we notified the police of the criminals' whereabouts by walkie talkie. I was somewhat worried that we might not get away from that place with Jackie and Frank, or at all for that matter. But I knew that worrying was not an option right now, all thanks to Wesley.


Of course I was still terrified. I didn't know what was happening to Jackie. She was all alone, and I wasn't there to stop those people from taking her. I was so worried, so scared for her. I didn't know what those monsters had in mind, but I'm pretty darn sure it wasn't the equivalent to sunshine and daisies. But the more I focused on that, the more I thought negatively, the less time was spent thinking on ways to help Jackie. On ways to save her and bring her back home, where it was safe. I cleared my mind and made sure to focus on what we were to do, and how we were to do it.


It read 3:03AM on the digital clock that sat on the kitchen counter. I sat in one of the chairs that surrounded the dining table, going over our supplies even though there were very few. I wanted to be positive that we had everything we needed. Those supplies in which I had already picked up from around the house sat on the table in front of me, spread about so I couldn't miss them when looking for them. Beside me on my right was a list of the needed materials. On my left was a green bag that would hold those materials. This organizing was something I learned from Jackie. Sometimes—well maybe most times—she would nag us about making sure that we had everything we needed before going out, especially on a case. It was something that came in handy, being organized. I began at the top of the list, where the word 'flashlight' was written. I took the flashlights from the table and placed them inside the bag, made a check mark on the list and moved on to the next item. Flashlight batteries? Check. Walkie talkies, fully charged? Check. Water bottle? Check. The table was empty now, but I wracked my brains, searching for anything else that might come in handy. I had my pocket knife with me too, which I would place inside my sock right before we left. Nothing else came to mind...


"All set?" Wesley asked, entering the kitchen.


He just came back from speaking with Chief Blanton over the phone. He explained to the chief that we would contact him by walkie talkie if anything came up. The chief said that he would be out of his office but still on duty, and that he would respond right away if he received a call from us. All we needed to do was tell the chief our location and he'd be there as soon as possible.


"All set," I said, closing the bag and standing up. I threw it on, adjusting the straps so they rested on my shoulders, each bearing the same amount of weight.


"Alright then, let's get going."


We went to the door and put our shoes on. I placed my pocket knife in my sock to keep it hidden if we were to get caught, and grabbed my coat. Wesley exited the house first and I second, closing and locking the door securely behind me. We walked down the path and turned left, heading towards the hidden cabin. Towards the place I was sure Jackie was held. We would find her, I just knew it. And when this was all over I would hold her so close, never letting her go again.


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