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PSYCH-OH!
It was dark and his head was thumping with the beat of his quickened heart. He kept himself as close to the wall as his body would allow him; shadows were his friends right now. He heard movement some distance off to his left and his heart gave out a sudden thump and stopped as he held his breathe for dear life.
He swallowed. Listened intensely for any sort of movement, but there was none. Letting out a shuddering breath as quietly as he dared, Shawn Spencer moved onwards in the darkened building. There were no lights, just empty corridors lit by dimming candles and it was cold. So cold, it stuck to him and tired him of the little energy he had left.
He was wet, socked head to toe, leaving a trail of water from the room he had came. A room he never wished to see again. He knew he had to find the others as it was his fault they were here. They had came looking for him and because of that, they too could be running for their own lives, trying desperately to find their way out of this darkened mansion.
He had to find them, if something happened to his Dad and Lassiter he would never forgive himself. With that thought Shawn moved as stealthily as possible along the corridor, hoping that Henry and Lassiter were not still in the company of a mad man.
Henry had helped him escape, if it wasn't for him he would still be trapped with that psychopath and that thought sent a chill of terror all the way down his spine. He had hesitated for a second when Henry had quickly turned and punched the crazy man in the face, but Henry's shout of "Go find my son, NOW!" left no room for arguments.
Shawn was all Henry had left, so he would do anything to help find his son, he couldn't let a friend down. Yes, he felt Henry was a friend, they simply understood each other, could tell when they just wanted to be with someone in silence… Lassiter swore to himself he would find Shawn, after watching some of the things that that psycho had done to him… He would find him, and get him out of this hell hole.
Henry swore both loudly and violently at the wack-job that had dared to kidnap his son and bring him here. He was going to break free and when he did he would tare him limb from limb and take immense satisfaction in it. When he had first received the phone call from Shawn's cell he had let out a deep sign before picking up.
He had planed for some quite fishing with Carlton and just wanted some free-from-Spencer-time. The high pitched evil laughter on the other end caught him off guard.
"Who is this? Spencer? If this is some joke I swear…" Henry didn't get the chance to finish.
"… Mr. Spencer, I regret to inform you but your son is currently located in a deep, deep deep hole. Tell me Mr. Spencer, is Shawn a good swimmer?"
"Who the hell are you? What are you talking about?" Henry suddenly got a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"I don't like to repeat myself Mr. Spencer, so listen carefully. Shawn, hole, deep. Oh and I almost forgot… it's filling up with water. Ice cold water. I added a little salt to make it denser… I do hope you don't mind…?"
Henry went white, "What do you want?" he all but managed to grind out.
"That's nice of you to ask Mr. Spencer" the man almost sing-songed, "I want to play, but my game needs more players, it's always more fun with four players you know… So you and the detective have 20 minutes to get over here. If you contact anyone then Shawn's live becomes void, do you understand Mr. Spencer?"
"Where do you want us to go?" he demanded
"In the car under the seat is a little white piece of paper, read it. Goodbye Mr. Spencer. See you soon." With that the man hung up, leaving Henry dragging Carlton who had been listening intently as quickly as he could to the car.
"Hurry, get in!" Henry shouted, startling Lassiter.
Once in the car, Henry reached under the car seat. Nothing, puzzled he turned to Lassiter, "There should be a white piece of paper under the chair, grab it and tell me what it says, hurry!" Lassiter nodded and reached under his seat, his hand came into contact with something, pulling it out; it was indeed a white piece of paper.
Lassiter frowned. Henry, getting impatient at this point did shout loudly, "WHAT DOES IT SAY!" Lassiter relaxing from the sudden loudness just shrugged and said "Nighty-night!" With a sudden click, white smoke started leaking into the vehicle, knocking out both the people inside.
The car door opened, a man looks down at the two sleeping men and smiles before reaching in and pulling them into the van he had pulled in next to them with. 'Let the games begin' he thought before driving away.
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