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.


24. Chapter 24 - (Wesley's P.O.V)

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"Marty, please calm down. We'll get out of here somehow."


As soon as we had been locked in, Marty began pounding his fists on the door in frustration and desperation. He had had Jackie in his arms and even though we had been caught, he was glad to have her there with him. He was happy to know that she wasn't...gone. And when Nathan had ripped her from his hold he suddenly flipped.


It had only been a few minutes since we were locked up in this room and he was still at it. He ignored what I said and pushed my hand away when I tried to comfort him. When he suddenly began to calm down, the pounding of the door simmering to weak taps, he turned to me. I could see that his eyes were gleaming. But I could see that it wasn't out of joy or anger, excitement or guilt. It was because he fought to hold in the tears that threatened to spill onto his cheeks.


"Marty, it'll be okay. Just like always we'll find a solution," I assured him.


He wiped his eyes and attempted to smile. I knew he was desperately trying to be as strong as remotely possible, but he couldn't stand the fact that Jackie was with Nathan and him here. He couldn't do anything to help her—not yet at least. Marty was usually the one to brighten mine and Jackie's mood but seeing as he was quite distressed I would have to take that role. I'd be here to help him through this every step of the way. I would not let him down.


I changed my tone to one of seriousness and decreased the amount of softness. I wasn't being harsh but I wanted to sound hard enough to smack some sense into Marty.


"Marty, you have to toughen up, yeah? If you are going to help Jackie at all it certainly won't help if you continue this." Marty froze up at my forwardness but soon relaxed as he knew I was right.


He opened his mouth to say something. And then stopped. A light groaning came from the far left side of the room. Marty clamped his mouth shut and looked in the direction in which the noise had come from. I followed his gaze and saw a lump curled up into a ball.


Marty cast a glance at me as I did him, and he rose his eyebrow as if asking if we should check it out. I looked back into the corner and saw the ball move. It must be a person, obviously. Someone who lives here, but in this room? No. Someone who—I suddenly knew.


Walking over to the figure I bent down, squatting so that the light shown down upon the person.


"Frank?" I whispered. Marty stood behind me, his head craned to one side as he strained to see if my thoughts were correct.


"Please," the figure whimpered in reply, trembling in fright. "Please, no m-more. Please." My facial expressions softened to seem gentle, showing that I didn't mean any harm.


"Frank?" Marty murmured in shock, disbelief even that this was the chief's son.


"It's alright Frank. We're really not here to hurt you," I said, instantly realizing that that may have been the wrong thing to say. "We're friends of your father's," I continued, hoping that I could draw him from the corner and further into the light. "I'm Wesley Carrington and behind me is my friend Marty Solberg. We were assigned by your father to find you. Our other friend, Jackie Steren, is with Nathan...we came here hoping to find you and her both."


The trembling slowed down and the figure began to turn their head around to have a look at Marty and I. Unsure eyes squinted back at us as Frank—I was sure it was him now—looked us over.


"Are you really who you say you are?" Frank questioned hopefully.


"Yes. I don't know that it means anything to you if I say this but we give you our word," Marty spoke up, trying to assure Frank that we came only to help.


The teen's shoulders dropped and he began shifting his body so that he could face us. When he started to struggle Marty and I bent down to help him. With gentle hands we turned him around and straightened his legs out.


"Thank you," Frank said in hushed tones. Then locking his gaze on Marty he smiled a small smile. "You should listen to your friend, you know," he told him.


"What are you—" Marty began.


"There is a way out of here that they don't know about. Now that you're here I can finally complete the escaping part." He smiled as Marty looked at Frank with utter shock and happiness.


(Marty's P.O.V)

I coming, Jackie. We're coming to save you.

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