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.


9. Chapter 9 - (Jackie's P.O.V)

An ambulance sat outside, a man and a woman that looked to be in their thirties waiting to tend to our injuries. Marty made sure that I got my check up whether or not I said I needed it. Actually, I didn't even get to say anything for he had already dragged me over to the car and sat me down, quickly leaving so I couldn't argue with him. I peered at the woman's name tag to learn that her name was Sharol. While she inspected my torso, I explained to her what had happened, and how badly it hurt on a scale of one to ten. Apparently I had made it out with only bruises, but luckily in that matter. Sharol informed me that if Carlton had kicked me not too many times over after the first, he could have broken a few ribs. His one powerful kick was just shy of being able to do such damage, but it wasn’t so bad that I was restricted of much. Other than that, all I had to do was ice it, take it easy for the next little bit, and make sure to contact the hospital if the bruised area turned any different colour than the blacks and blues that were already there.


As I hopped off the back, thanking Sharol, I noticed Marty was speaking to Wesley, his inspection done. Unlike me, he had bandages wrapped around his head that covered a wound I hadn't noticed before. His cheek was bruised pretty badly, and his lip had already begun to swell. Even after all he went through, a smile was still plastered on his face. I walked over to my two friends, and smiled as a greeting.


"How're you feeling, Jackie?" Wesley inquired.


"I'm alright. It still hurts, of course." I said, wincing when I made a movement that caused a jolt of pain to hit me. Marty gently but firmly held my arm as if to steady me, and I nodded in thanks.


"Sorry I couldn't help you out before this all happened. I was just contacting the—"


I cut in. "Don't worry about it. You did the right thing."


"How about we get you home? You'll need a nice warm cup of soup, yeah?" Marty offered.


"Yeah, that'd be good, thanks."


We walked to the main road and hailed a taxi, directing the driver to our home on Lockshire Road. When we arrived, I paid the fare, ignoring the boys' protests. We hardly got in the door when the phone rang.


Marty rushed into the house and beat Wesley to the phone, sticking his tongue out childishly.


"Hello," he said. "Yes, this is Marty Solberg. Another case? Oh, let me check in with the others first. One moment, sir." He put his hand over the piece in which he spoke into, looked at us with a grin, and counted to ten. Then he raised the phone back to his ear and returned to the caller. "We'll take it, sir. Yes, we can make it in an hour. Okay, see you then. See you soon, sir." He hung up and looked at Wesley and I as we glared daggers at him. "What? What'd I do?" he said.


"You just accepted another case! And we're to see the client in an hour!" Wesley and I complained.


"You should be thanking me, you know. That was Chief Blanton. Some missing persons case." Now Wesley and I were silent. When we received calls from the chief, we always accepted. But just some random person gone missing? No. It was probably someone he knew. I guess we were going on another adventure.


We quickly freshened ourselves up and grabbed a small bite to eat, something that would hold us over for an hour or so. Marty made me the cup of soup that he had offered before, which I thankfully ate.


When we saw Chief Blanton, we usually were in good shape—appearance wise—but because we were rushed against time to look as nice as we could, it just wasn't going to happen. Another fact was our injuries. Marty's bandages couldn't be hidden nor removed, and my winces of pain from certain movements couldn't be covered either. Wesley's image on the other hand was tip top since he hadn't been involved in the beating that Marty and I had received. That's alright, though. I'm really glad he hadn't been a part of it. It was one less person I had to grieve over. Besides, maybe Chief Blanton's attention would be set on Wesley, leaving Marty and I unnoticed. Bandaged or not, we were all going together.

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