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.


7. Chapter 7 - (Jackie's P.O.V)


Wesley was the first to enter the newly discovered room. Well, I can't exactly call it a room. It looked more like a big, dark, spooky hole in the wall. Something that I didn't really want to have to go through. Wesley didn't even say a thing to us before he disappeared into the darkness that would lead us to who knows where. Just one quick glance at Marty and I as a way of saying 'I'm going in', and then he was gone. Marty and I stood in the library for a moment, awkwardness filling the air. Then it dawned on me that we should probably follow Wesley so we wouldn't lose him, or so that he wouldn't be left alone.


That's when I heard Wesley say, "Guys, cmon! I think this is it!''


I grabbed my flashlight and hurried after him, Marty right behind me. At least, that's what I thought. When I heard something hit the ground with a loud thud, and a grunt of pain, I turned around to see if Marty was okay. He had called my name as a warning, but it was too late for that. Instead of Marty, I found a very tall, a very big man standing, no, towering over me. I was about to call Wesley for help but thought better of it. I started to back away, and then I turned to run. I actually thought I might get away when I felt a big hand grab onto my arm, pulling me back. I allowed a squeak to escape my lips as the man picked me up, dragging me back to where I had been before. I tried to squirm my way out of his grip, but to no avail. He was too strong, and I was small and light, not strong at all compared to him. When I refused to cooperate, he picked me up like I was some small child, and carried me till we were just outside the entrance of the passageway entrance. When I whirled my head around in search of Marty, I found him curled up on the ground.


"Marty?" I quietly called. He moved his head to look at me, and I saw that they had hit him. He was bleeding from his nose and lower lip, and I could make out a bruise forming on his right cheek. I tried once more to escape.


Maybe Marty and I had our arguments, but never could I allow someone to mess with my friends like that. This time instead of holding me back, my captor let me go as I pushed and pulled on his arms causing me to fall on the ground, hard. I landed with an 'oophf', and rolled over on hands and knees intending to stand up. That didn't happen though, when I felt a foot kick me good in the gut. I fell down again, holding the spot where the boot had made contact. I sort of rocked back and forth, hoping it would ease the pain some. The pain was so bad it was almost unbearable, so bad that my vision began to blur from tears.


"Heh. Stupid kids," a deep voice sneered. "That is why you don't meddle in other people's business, see?''


I rolled over onto my back, turning my head to see how Marty was faring. Turns out he had seen the whole kicking incident, as he was already making his way towards me. He looked at me with pure anger in his eyes, which in all honesty kind of scared me. He looked as though he would critically injure anyone who got in his way. I flinched when he placed his hand over mine which rested on my sore stomach. He brought his hand back, his expression softening.


"I didn't mean to hurt you. You okay?" he said.


I whispered back, "I know, it's okay. I'm alright, you?"


"Fine if you are." I smiled at that, appreciating that he was trying to lighten the situation up even though we had gone through what we had.


My smile fell from my face for the man that chased me was speaking again.


"Break it up, love birds. Johnston, you sure it's only the two of 'em? There wasn't three?"


I sat up with the assistance of Marty, and turned to look at the other speaker in the room. It indeed was Johnston.


"Positive," he replied. "It's just the two. Besides, if there is another critter around here, the others'll find 'em."


So obviously they didn't know about Wesley. Good thing I hadn't called him before. Maybe he heard all the commotion, assumed it was trouble and ran to get help!


Johnston spoke again. "Eh, Carlton? What if we lay a trap just in case?" Ah, so that's what his name is. That means the ones looking for Wesley are Jamie, Axel, and Fredrick.


A grin spread across Carlton's face, showing that he understood. "I had the same thing in mind."

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