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.


22. Chapter 22 - (Marty's P.O.V)

I couldn't leave him behind though...but if I did I could run for help. I turned, making towards the porch. Bounding up the steps two at a time, I heard a voice call "stop you little twerp!" and the crack! as a bullet struck the side of the house. I reached for the door handle, yanked it open. Only to be met with yet another man, younger than the first though. He had a sneer whipped on his face and just like the first man held a gun.


"It's the end 'o the line for ya, boy," he said while advancing towards me. I knew I was doomed but I kept moving.


That is until I heard the ear piercing scream, the cry of terror and pain. What scared me most was that I knew who it belonged to because I was awakened by the same horrible sound. I heard it come again, yet it was cut short for some reason.


"Marty!" they yelled desperately.


"Jackie!" I called back, trying to get inside.


(Jackie's P.O.V)

The man that had taken me out of the room I had awoken in was with me when one of his colleagues rushed towards him.


"Nathan!" the wide eyed man had said. "Nathan, there's some trespassers. The little twerps were tryin' to get in, but Roger caught one of 'em. The other is around here somewhere."


"Find him," the man I now knew as Nathan said. "Find him and bring them both here." The man left the room and barked some orders to unseen people.


I suddenly panicked. Could it be Marty and Wesley? Why, it had to be! We were the only ones who knew about this place except for the criminals, of course. A sudden jolt of joy shot through me. They were here and they could possibly get me out. Then we'd have to find Frank and contact the police. But then my excitement was washed away as I recalled what the man had said.


"Roger caught one of 'em..." That means that only one was free, or could have been caught without this man's knowledge. I could only hope that one of them was free. If so, I had to warn them, even if they already knew people would come for them. With everything that I had left in me I called out, hoping to alert the attention of my friend.


"Marty!" I screamed.


A part of me wanted to see Marty, to finally leave here safely in his arms. But the other half, the stronger half, wanted him to get to safety. I was surprised when Marty responded himself, sounding relieved yet scared.


"Jackie!" If Marty was one of the two, then Wesley was surely then second person.


"Shut up, little girl," Nathan commanded, swatting at me. I flinched as he raised his hand. I raised mine to cover my face and felt the blow contact with my upper arm, my badly bruised arm.


I was sat at a table in what was probably the kitchen. The table was worn, floor tiles old and stripped of their once beautiful colours, the curtains to the windows not actual curtains but bed sheets. The wood of the cupboards were being eaten away from rot and the material of the single couch in the room was torn, revealing the white pillow beneath.


Nathan sat to my left, reading a magazine and smoking a cigarette. The smoke that arose from the wretched thing made me wrinkle my nose in revulsion. I hated the smell. I was afraid to move, even just to shift to a more comfortable position. I was afraid that Nathan might hit me again, and also for the obvious reason that there lay a gun on the table to Nathan's left. I feared that he might take one small movement and say that I was trying to escape. But now, fears pushed aside, I actually thought of running out because Marty was here.


Wait. How long has it been? I checked the time on my watch. Only ten minutes ago Nathan's colleague had come in to report intruders, and then left to go and search for them. If they hadn't caught them yet then where were they? Were they fighting their way through the guards? Could they possibly do that? They were armed for goodness sake! I thought of escaping again. I eventually had to try to make a move seeing as I wouldn't get anywhere if I simply sat and waited for someone to come to the rescue. Besides, maybe Marty and Wesley weren't caught. Maybe Marty had called my name as some form of reassurance to show that he was okay and out of harm's way.


I was going to make a move.


Taking a quick glance at Nathan from the corner of my eye, I made sure that he wasn't paying attention. He seemed pretty occupied with some puzzle, his eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. I turned my legs so that they faced the empty hallway, the hallway that led me to the door and out of the house. I left my upper half the way it had been, making it seem as though I still sat facing the table. I was counting to five when I heard a grunt from outside, and some yelling. Nathan looked up and rose a brow in question. There was no other option. I abruptly stood and bolted to the door.


"Marty!" I screamed again, able to see the open door.

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