Okay, I was just messing around trying to think of a really good idea for another Stone Cold fic. Honestly I'm just going to keep putting them out there if I can. Maybe for every story I put out there it'll motivate others to get some Stone Cold fics out there. I am still working on my broken skull one, plan on posting a new chapter shortly. This is just a two part story. Just a filler something that just blurted out. A young woman gets kidnapped by her crazy ex and taken to the woods, while Steve gets done filming a movie in Canada he meets up with a friend from Washington and they go on a camping trip. They end up coming across the victim and her crazed capture. Will Steve and his friend come to the rescue, or will it turn fatal? Please check out my little story and review, let me know what you think. Thanks for stopping by to check out my story here. Happy reading all.
Part 1 of 2
"Today is a beautiful day for a little camping trip don't you think so Abigail?"
"You're fucking crazy! Let me go you maniac!"
"But Abi, I love you. We are meant to be together. There is absolutely nothing that can rip us apart. Not your family, not your friends, not even the police. So I thought to myself, why you were at work today I would get a nice tent and some camping gear so we could go on a nice private camping trip in these here beautiful Washington woods."
"You are not taking me anywhere Stan."
"Oh yes I am. I called in your job and while you were on your way home and claimed a family emergency having to do with your dear old dad back in San Antonio. They think you're taking a week off of emergency leave to help with him. But meanwhile, we're going to the woods. We're going to have a little alone time where no one can bother us. It's going to be peaceful. I personally was thinking about practicing baby making? I mean that's what we were talking about just a few months ago."
"Stanley, we are no longer together. I want nothing to do with you and it makes me sick that I wasted two years of my life with your crazy ass! You think I'm your property. I am not your possession that is not how life works."
"You are very much my possession!" His voice turning very stern causing the young blonde to stir in the chair that he had tied her up in.
Stanley was working in construction as a contractor for a big company in town while Abigail owned a local book store. She would walked up and down the block from the coffee shop in the morning to her book store right near the site where Stanley had been working at the time just over two years ago. He had popped in the coffee shop and started a small conversation eventually winning her heart over. He showered her with gifts and she couldn't refuse his intense personality. It was only a year later that he had proposed and she said yes. They had moved into his nice three story house he worked very hard for. Life was going very well, but it was only mere months later that things started turning for the worse. She wasn't able to go out with friends. When they went out, he didn't like it when a man even looked in her direction. It was difficult but she gave him chances to maybe cool down. But suddenly one night, things were determined when he laid a hand on her bruising her face and her heart. The next day she had her stuff packed and had a couple friends help her leave the house. She stayed with friends and then got an apartment of her own near her book store. Of course things didn't get much easier as he started stalking her. He would call her personal phone and at work all the time. Things were getting much too difficult and she was going to have to file for a restraining order. Unfortunately with him constantly watching her, he was not going to let that happen.
"Come on beautiful, I've got everything all set up and ready to go." He untied her ropes and instructed her not to fight or scream as the punishment would be very severe. She sadly had to comply with him. There was nothing she could do, she had to play it calm and see if there was something she could so. Right now it would be best to cooperate with him and maybe nothing too bad would happen. She got in the passenger seat of his pick-up truck that had all the camping gear in the bed. She had no idea where they were going but she made sure to make note in case they happen to run into anybody.
Meanwhile, Steve was driving in his big pick-up truck entering the Washington State border from Canada. He had been filming a movie up in Vancouver when he got a call from a long time friend begging him to go on a nice camping trip in his neck of the woods in northern Washington. Steve had some time and arranged for it to happen. He had some on his gear sent to his buddy at his home so it would be ready in time when he arrived. His friend Jerry was an avid hunting guy and they met years ago through other friends and connected on their shared interests. Steve hadn't seen Jerry in a good few years. It was only about a half an hour before he was going to arrive at Jerry's home. Steve really felt that he needed this. It had been a very crazy year. Things were going really well at the Broken Skull Ranch but it was yet another marriage that had failed. Between his ranch and movies, it was hard for him to be constantly going back and forth from California and Texas. Steve had such a hard time finding the right relationship. Whether it was merely falling out of love with his high school sweetheart or having a falling out with his second wife and the drama of the times with Debra, he thought for sure things were going to be different with Kristin. She was a woman that had her stuff together and they had plenty in common, but she just didn't want to continue with their lifestyle. It was nearly six months ago that divorce was filed and shortly after, finalized. Maybe this camping trip was going to help get things off of his mind that much more. He needed to go back to doing things he loved and being around great friends. Of course after being single again, woman would practically throw themselves at him, but he wasn't messing around anymore. He was going to make damn sure he didn't mess it up again. He was going to find the right woman. A woman, who liked some of the same things as him…A woman who had patience, a sweet woman who cared about friends and family, one who could handle his crazy lifestyle and maybe join in. Hell, he would even consider having kids.
The truck pulled into the rural camp sight and they were not visible for miles. Abigail didn't say a word the entire ride there. She just observed her surrounding and took in everything. It didn't look like people had been around the area they were at for a long time. She looked very worried, but again had no choice. She had to help set up the tent. She was grabbing the food and the sleeping gear while he was getting a fire going.
"Stanley you don't need to do this. There are other ways we can resolve this."
"Oh really Abigail? Because I'm pretty sure this is your fault. We were perfectly happy until one little incident and you had to panic and run away causing this. You're a stupid woman and you had it really good. Now we have to do things my way."
"We always did things your way Stan! Everywhere we went, everywhere we ate. I couldn't talk to my family and my friends. Hell I was surprised you didn't make me give up my business."
"Oh believe me sweetheart that was coming. You didn't need to go to work. You were going to cook my meals and raise our perfect children…and don't you ever talk back to me again!" He raised his hand slapping her violently across the face leaving a brutal mark instantly. She fought back the tears and said nothing more.
Steve pulled into the driveway and Jerry was waiting by the door. Steve approached him and shook hands and shared a quick manly hug.
"Jerry Evans you son of bitch. How the hell are you? It's been way too long."
"It sure had Steve, I'm so glad you could make it."
"Hey man, me too. I needed to get out and have a little fun. How's that kid of yours doing?"
"Still serving our fine country as we speak."
"Well that's great; I sure hope he gets home safely."
"You and me both brother. Hey I'm really sorry to hear about Kristin. I thought you finally found the right one."
"Believe me Jerry, I thought I did too. But it wasn't fair to her to drag her around all the time when she wasn't truly happy and I can't just stop doing all I'm doing either."
"Yeah, I think there could have been a little more understanding there as well."
"Well, I guess it's just a matter of opinion."
"So I talked to my brother and he heard about a great spot just a few miles down the road where we could set up tomorrow."
"Oh really? We're not going to go to your usually spot?"
"I thought about it, but Kevin said it was a great spot that I might want to change it to my new spot."
"Oh, well then I guess we should check it out. It ain't no never mind to me."
"It's pretty late, I think we should head to sleep we got an early morning."
"Sound good, I'll naturally be up around six anyway."
"Alright, just up the stairs to the left is the guest room."
"Perfect, thank you Jerry.
"It's turning into night; we should probably turn in my love."
"Don't call me that. Don't call me your love or any other pet names. I want nothing to do with you. I'm here against my will and the thought of sleeping the same tent let alone being around you makes me sick to my stomach."
"I would recommend that you not talk to me like that anymore. I don't want to have to raise my hand to you again."
"You know, you really are a piece of shit. You are the lowest of low."
She was taken aback when he raised his hand and punched her in the face. She fell to the ground and put her hand to her face tears welling up in her eyes. Her blonde locks a mess in front of her face as she looked up at the evil man she claimed to once love. The look in his eyes was very scary. She had seen him angry on multiple occasions, but had never seen that look in his eyes before. She had no idea what it meant. Was he here to hurt her? Or even worse…kill her? She slowly got up and composed herself and went inside the tent. She was truly afraid of what was going to happen next. Was he was going to try anything? Soon she would find out when he followed her inside. He grabbed her face and looked at his handy work.
"Do you think I like doing this? I hate doing that to that pretty little face of yours. But you just need to learn to listen and we wouldn't have this problem sweetheart. Listen, get some rest tonight and we'll get an early start and maybe we can go for a nice peaceful walk and have a little picnic by the water, wouldn't that be nice?"
"Yes, mm-hmmm." She reluctantly nodded her head in agreement.
The morning sun made its way through the tent and Abigail woke up and was saddened to relive her nightmare all over. She was hoping that it was a bad dream that she was having. She looked over to see Stanley still soundly sleeping. She looked around and thought for a second. She slowly crept out of her sleeping bag and carefully went to open the tent. She was breathing heavily trying hard not to wake him up. She remembered him being a light sleeper. She managed to be successful and crawled out of the tent. She looked to her left and right and started running. She was frantic not knowing where she was or which direction it was best to go. She tripped over a tree limp coming from the ground and fell hard to the ground making it difficult for her to get back up. She fought it hard and made her way to her feet but had to stop dead in her tracks when she heard the clicking of a gun. She slowly turned around to see a six shooter revolver pointed right at her face.
"Okay Abigail, this is beginning to get ridiculous. I thought we had a nice talk and understanding of how things were going to play around here. I hate it when I have to get physical with you, but I most certainly did not want to resort to using my little friend here."
"Stanley that's not a friend, that's a gun. You need to put that away."
"I really don't think that would be a good idea right now. I would really like to make sure that we're on the same page. I was going to take you for a romantic walk and a nice little picnic by the water and you want to run away from me? You want to leave me?"
"Listen Stan, I'll go back to the camp site okay? Just please put away the gun."
"Started walking princess."
Steve and Jerry had got an early start and got on the road and it wasn't too long before they made it to the camp sight. They pulled into the spot where Jerry's brother Kevin recommended. They grabbed the gear and prepared for their nearly half a mile walk. They started on their way and Steve stopped Jerry in his tracks by putting his hand on Jerry's chest.
"Whoa, what's up man?" Jerry looked confused.
Steve pointed to their left. Jerry noticed the truck hidden behind a bunch of brush.
"That's kind of weird don't you think? Looks like it's purposely covered."
"Yeah, maybe we should go check it out. At least get the plate number to be on the safe side." Jerry said with concern.
"There's no way you were a cop for twenty years." Steve responded sarcastically at his friends instincts.
They walked over to the truck and peaked inside. They didn't see anything suspicious. Jerry took down the make model and plate number. He brought his satellite phone with him in case there was bad reception. They went back to their stuff and went on their way.
"That's just really weird, Kevin said that nobody had been out here he could tell by the condition on the area."
"Well are they not allowed to be out here?"
"I don't think its private property."
"Maybe we'll run into whoever it is when we go fishing or something?" Steve said.
They went back to their stuff and continued on to their camp sight. They got their tents set up and a nice fire going. Steve honestly couldn't wait to go fishing; he grabbed his pole and made his way to the lake that was nearby. Jerry stayed behind and finished setting things up and called in his old department to get a plate check on that truck they saw. Steve was only going to fish for an hour or so.
Steve spotted the lake and made his way to a nice spot. He took a deep breath of fresh air and enjoyed the moment. Now he was hoping that he was going to catch a nice dinner for him and Jerry. He threw out his line and relaxed on a nice big rock.
Abigail and Stanley were walking along; they had just got done eating by the lake. Abigail and walking a step ahead of Stanley just hoping that maybe she would spot something or someone that would help her get out of this situation. They were still about a half mile away from their camp site. She was walking with a tiny limp from tripping over that tree limb earlier. They continued on still walking along the lake side back to camp when Stanley saw a man fishing ahead of them. He grabbed Abigail by the hand and pulled her close to him. He covered her mouth so she couldn't make any noises.
"There is a man over there, if you tell him anything suspicious or give him any signals that there is something wrong then you will cost him his life and I will shoot him. Do you understand me?"
He releases his hand from her mouth and she took a deep breath. "Yes, I understand."
"Move." He instructed firmly.
Steve was reeling in a fish when he heard a noise behind him. He thought maybe it was Jerry coming out to join him but he didn't think Jerry knew the exact spot he went to. He turned around and saw the couple walking past them. It was a tall dark haired gentleman with a solid medium build and a petite good looking blonde along with him.
"Well hello their folks, didn't know there was anyone else out here?" Steve played a little dumb knowing that they had to belong to that truck him and Jerry saw earlier.
"Hey their friend, any good fishing today?" Stanley asked trying to act natural.
"Yeah, I got a few. Looks like I'll be having a nice dinner tonight eh?" Steve joked a little.
"Yeah, good to survive off of nature."
"Who's your little friend here? She's awful quiet?"
"Oh, this is Abi my fiancé. We're just out here taking a nice little trip alone before we get married next week."
"Well that's real nice. I'm kind of surprised you're moving around in those shoes though Abi. With the terrain out here. It's best to have boots."
Abigail looked down at her basic tennis shoes that weren't even considered good running shoes. She tried not to look nervous afraid he would pick up on something being wrong. Stanley stepped forward.
"Actually I surprised her with the trip. Silly me it slipped my mind and I completely forgot to get her some practical boots." He playfully slapped his hand to his forehead.
"Well before walking around darlin.' I wouldn't want to see you get hurt."
"Thank you for your concern, she'll be fine. We better head back though. We got to go check on our little fire back at camp huh sweetheart?"
"Yeah, it could be out. We haven't maintained it since we got here yesterday." She hoped by saying they got there yesterday that maybe the gentleman would take in that information.
"Well, my name is Steve. It was nice meeting ya'll."
"You too, Stanley is the name. Take her easy partner."
Stanley waved and they went on their way. Abigail looked back at Steve one more time and gave him an odd smile. Steve thought it was kind of strange. He thought about it for a minute and then shrugged it off as he got ready to head back to his camp site. He grabbed his pole and bucket of fish and made the walk back.
Steve set down his stuff, they were going to keep their fish in a big bucket and de-scale them as needed for food if they wanted.
"Hey I think I bumped into who owns that truck."
"Really?" Jerry looked up in interest.
"Yeah, I was just finishing up and this couple was walking past. I talked to them for a couple minutes. They were a little strange. The guy was not dressed for hiking and the woman had crappy tennis shoes on. They didn't look like they were prepared for a camping trip. The whole situation was kind of weird. She was very quiet and didn't say very much. He seemed to be a little dominant of her. She was timid sort of. Pretty little thing too. He said something about surprising her with this trip. They're getting married next week."
"Oh, yeah that's interesting. Well I called in about the plate but I probably won't hear anything until tomorrow. Do you think they're still going to be here?"
"I don't know, I tried not to spook them. I didn't tell them where our camp site is and they don't know about you either."
"Good, that was smart."
"Also, she said they arrived here yesterday. "
"Okay, good. Well hopefully we're just being paranoid and nothing is really wrong."
"Yeah, I hope so too. Meanwhile, I got us a few fish."
"Alright, way to go."
Stanley and Abigail arrived back at the site.
"You did a great job back there; I don't think he noticed a thing."
"Me either, do you think he's was camped somewhere? Or was he maybe just fishing?"
"I'm not sure, just keep quiet and be a good little girl and we won't have problems and we won't lose lives. Do you hear me?"
"Yes Stanley I hear you, I'm going to go lie down. My ankle really hurts."
"Okay, I'll tend to the fire."
Okay everyone, I think we'll leave it there for part 1. Going to try and figure out where I want to go with this and I'll try to get an update for you soon on part 2 so stay tuned. Please read and review and let me know what you think of my little story here. My other Stone Cold is still in the works as I mentioned above. If I keep feeling the love and no writers block, the stories will keep coming. Happy ready all!