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.


29. Chapter 29 - (Marty's P.O.V)

Everything we passed flashed by in a blur. I held Jackie with a secure grip, making sure to keep her close to me, sheltered from anymore harm.


"Hold on tight," I muttered, casting her a quick glance.


Her grip on my coat never slackened, only tightened. Her head was buried into the soft material of my shirt, her eyes tightly shut. I hadn't had enough time to properly look at her, but as far as I could tell her face was damaged to an extent. Lip busted, nose bleeding, black eye, swelled was horrible. I hugged her closer—if that was remotely possible—and gave her a small peck to the temple.


Gun shots were fired behind us and we ducked, trying to stay out of harm's way.


"Stop running you wretched kids!" I heard someone yell.


A bullet whined past me with a resounding crack as it struck a tree.


"Over here!" Wesley shouted, speeding towards what I was sure was our way out of here.


If it wasn't we were doomed. A miracle would do us good right now, I thought.


We were just on the verge of reaching the bushes when we saw a black car parked right in front of our escape route. We slowed as a man emerged from the driver's seat. He saw us and smiled darkly. Well that was definitely out of question.


We turned left and headed straight for some greenery...only to be greeted with thick, thick brush and massive trees. I looked left and right and saw that both directions were covered by the criminals. We were trapped. I turned around and saw that we were indeed surrounded. There were at least seven men; few armed, most not. Nathan was in the midst of the crowd and boy did he look angry.


Jackie chose now as the time to take a look at what was going on. Upon seeing a seething Nathan she yelped and hid in my chest.


"You little brats! Do you realize how much trouble you've caused for us?! For me?!" Nathan glared dangerously at all four of us, especially Jackie and I.


He took a step forward and I took one back. Frank and Wesley took a step in front of Jackie and I, creating a protective shield.


They took another step forward, showing that they weren't afraid to face the others.


"Wesley!" I demanded, trying to tell him to stay put and not put himself in danger.


"Stay there. If we need to fight, Frank and I will fight. You have Jackie to take care of," Wesley argued.


"Ohh," Nathan challenged. "Look at these two, stepping up to me. I think I'll kill them first."


The man to his left—Fritz as I recall—handed him a gun. He cocked back the hammer and aimed at Wesley. He made a gesture with his hand, and everyone else took a step back. He'd take care of us himself.


"No!" Jackie and I protested in unison.


Apparently she had seen the whole course of action. Ignoring our pleas, Nathan cackled. "I'll shoot you two," he pointed to Wesley and then Frank with his gun, "and then I'll strangle the other two with my own bare hands." I saw Jackie's eyes widen in fear, but Frank and Wesley didn't even flinch. And then I heard a voice from behind Nathan—an authoritative, strong voice that made me release a breath I didn't know I was holding.


"I don't think so, Nathan," Chief Blanton barked.


I felt Jackie's grip on me loosen, and heard a sob emit from her in relief.


"Farewell," Nathan snarled, aiming into the middle of the group of us.


"Duck!" Frank shouted just before a bullet was sent flying our way.


I toppled over with Jackie still in my arms. Landing with her on top of me, she was able to receive much less of a harsh fall.


"Are you okay?" I asked her, wanting to be certain that I hadn't done anything wrong.


"I'm okay," she assured me. I sighed with relief and sat up, taking Jackie with me.


Frank and Wesley were alright, seeing as they were now tackling others to the ground. Police officers began swarming in, guns held high and steady. Those of the opposing side that did not have a gun rose their hands at the sight of the authorities. Others tried to flee—and obviously failed—or were strewn on the ground, unconscious. Nathan was one of the very few left standing. He was alone, with no one to help him, but he did have the gun at hand. Even though he had the weapon I could see that he was slowly losing it; he no longer looked fearless or tough. No, he was now panicked and trapped.


"Ugh!" he groaned, angry that his plans had yet again been spoiled.


Nathan directed his weapon at one person, then another, unsure of who he should shoot. At last he rested his eyes on Jackie. I scrambled to my feet and stood in front of her, arms spread out protectively. Nathan pulled the trigger and I felt Jackie desperately trying to get me out of danger.


"No!" she cried.

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