Chapter 2

Summary: When Woody was brought to life as a strange man in a cowboy suit, Andy and his mom weren't too pleased. Failing to believe that this Woody was really Andy's toy, they took matters into their own hands and called in the police.

'Andy Call 911!'

'I did! They're on their way here.'

'Go wait at the neighbors' house, I'll grab Molly.'

Then the sound of the bedroom door slamming shut. Their voices were hazy to Woody as he still struggled to remain consciousness from the hit. He could hear the rapid movement of footsteps running down the stairs, but only one pair of feet. Did Mrs. Davis not leave yet?

Woody sat up with difficulty, fighting to focus on what his main goal should be. He figures staying alive from that angry mother should be first priority. And with everyone freaking out, he'll never get his chance to sit down and really talk to Andy.

He closed his eyes, saying loudly to himself, 'Turn back into a toy!'. When nothing happened, he tried it again, this time putting more feeling into it.

It was yet another failed attempt, so he tried another alternative. When he thought about being a human, this transformation happened. Maybe he has to think about being a toy this time for it to reverse. He closed his eyes tightly, imagining himself shrinking. He thought he was, however it was really just the placebo effect.

He opened one eye at a time, expecting to be barely a foot tall again. Nothing happened, and with that came frantic disappointment.

He rushed to the box and flung open the lid with the strength he never had before. He looked down at the toys, only to find them all in their lifeless state. Not one of them bothers to even glance at Woody.

"Guys, help me! I don't know what to do."

No response.

"Oh, great. Just great. So I'm the bad guy now?"

Was it because he was human and it was against the rules? Or were they mad at him? Now is not the right time for the silent treatment.

"Buzz! Don't play this game with me. Not now, come on." He spoke with a hint of irritation in his voice as he picked up the action figure, shaking him. If any of them are going to respond to him, it would be Buzz, his best friend. The space ranger placed a hand on Woody's, their eyes now locked.

"Now look what you've gotten yourself into." Although Buzz was worried, he tried not to let it overcome his overpowering shocked and excited emotions. How did Woody do it? If he did it, then maybe the rest of the toys can.

"You were right about everything, okay? I admit it that I was wrong and that I'm in trouble...You have to find a way to turn me back." The look in Woody's eyes were hard to reject. He was truly in more trouble than he can handle. "He...he just ran away from me right away. He didn't even give me a chance."

The rest of the toys looked up at him but none said a single word. It wasn't that they were mad at their good friend Woody, but how were they expected to respond to his sudden change? Most of them are still trying to process it.

"I didn't think this was going to turn out this way, I just wanted to say 'Hey, how's your day? Don't forget about us'. I only did this to try and help us."

"Was it for us?" The way Buzz said the word 'us' made it seem as though Woody had alternative motives. He was known for being a little extra selfish when it came to Andy, so who knows what Woody planned on saying to Andy when he had the opportunity.

There was a look of hurt in Woody's eyes, he was speechless. Did he really lie that much that none of the toys believe him anymore? It wasn't like he didn't try to make the good out of everything. He never turned his back on his friends.

Buzz decided to break the awkward moment.

"Woody...how did you even-" Buzz was cut short as a familiar boy poked his head through the room. He flipped to toy mode.

Woody looked up at him, slowly standing up with Buzz still in his hand. For a while, he and Andy stood there and merely looked at each other, not saying anything. The only sound during this time were the sirens in the distance. Turns out that Andy wasn't done investigating and didn't quite listen to his mom when she told him to run next door.

"Who are you?" Andy asked, his tone soft yet stern. "Who are you really?"

"It's me, Woody." He set down Buzz gently on the floor, now facing the 14 year old boy, being careful not to scare him off. "I'm telling you the truth."

Andy cocked his head to the side, eyeing him up and down. He took a careful step towards him, reaching a hand out to gently probe his chest with his finger. Yep, 100% human. But...this costume is exact. He looks just like his toy.

"Listen, I don't know who you are but the police are coming...you better get out of here." He said it out of the goodness of his heart that he didn't want this man in trouble with the law. He seemed like a nice guy. His final verdict: He doesn't believe him.

"Andy...I-" Woody was interrupted by the front door being thrown open.

'Find the man, check upstairs and bedrooms first. Look around all corners.'

He gasped and practically dove for the door as he shut and locked it, giving away his position. He leaned against the door to keep it shut, but it won't hold for long.

His fear of being taken away and lost as a human is worst than being lost as a toy. Worst than when Al stole him. This time when he is lost, he knows he'll be on his own. He doesn't know anything about the real world; he'll end up looking like a fool out there.

"Here, jump out the window!" Andy suggested, running towards the rather small window to try and unlock and open it.

"Jump out the window?" Woody repeated with enthusiasm, almost in a mocking way. "You mean fall to my death?"

When the police heard Andy's voice inside the room, they knew the man breaking into this house must be using him as a hostage. They quickly tried to break the door down, taking turns ramming into it. The door was nearly off its hinges, and Woody could barely hold it back any longer. He was strong as a human, but not nearly as powerful as the police force.

"Hurry!" Andy yelled as he flung the window open.

Without hesitation, Woody ran towards the window. One foot was out, then the other. He sat on the windowsill, his heart racing as he glanced down at the two story jump. His fingers were coated in sweat as he clamped onto the frame, stopping himself from jumping the last second.

"I can't do this, I'll break my legs."

"If you don't then you'll go to jail."

"Where should I hide?"

"Don't you have a home?"

Woody's eyes went down again. He can see that his owner was truly not going to believe him. However, he does seem to really want to help him. That must mean he likes him...or wants him to jump and kill himself.

The door suddenly caved in, the door flying off the frame of the doorway and landing onto the floor. It nearly hit Buzz, who laid there motionless. When the police force swarmed into the room, they accidentally kicked Buzz to the side, knocking him against the nightstand.

And then it all seemed to go in slow motion.

"Woody isn't afraid of anything."

Woody looked up and made eye contact with him. This moment felt like a lifetime.

That gave him the courage. He held his breath and pushed himself off the ledge, police men just an inch behind him. Even reaching out, they couldn't grab onto the brave cowboy that took the leap of faith.

Woody landed in the bushes right below, but even that wasn't enough to break his fall. As he tumbled out, he covered his head with his hands and did a complete roll, landing on his feet again. He stood up, but found that his ankle was damaged in the jump. It seemed like a minor sprain, but even a minor injury such as that will jeopardize his escape.

"That was a horrible idea!" He screamed as he continued to run as fast as his legs could take him, trying to avoid Sid's backyard. His limp was noticeably bad.

The police suddenly changed directions, now all of them radioing in Woody's location and rushing down the stairs. Andy was taken in with them, he'll have to answer some questions, mainly questions about what the man 'did' to him.

Buzz jumped up from the floor and raced up to the window, grabbing Lenny the binoculars right away. He zooms in on Woody running, noticing that he's not getting very far. He'll never make it.

"What's going on?" Came voices from the box, all of them jumping out but staying on the floor. Buzz will let them know the details. There's only one pair of binoculars anyways.

"It looks like...he hurt his foot. Oh no."

"Oh no what? What is it?" Jessie gasped, putting her hand over her mouth.

"Oh ouch."

"What, what!"

Buzz hesitated before speaking, hoping that this doesn't mean the end. "They got him." He lowered Lenny and rested him at chest level. "They captured Woody."

The cowboy didn't get very far on his injured foot, at least not as far as he would have hoped. He looked back to see if they were catching up to him, which to his surprise they were still a bit behind. As he whipped his head forward, his eyes opened widely as he saw a man in front of him, his arm extended out. It was too late to evade this one.

The man clothes-lined him and he was nearly spun in the air, his feet losing grip on the ground. He fell onto his back, his neck throbbing with pain. With the adrenaline pumping through him, he could barely feel the sprained ankle anymore.

The man in uniform wasted no time as he detained Woody, flipping him onto his stomach with no mercy and holding his head down, his fingers clamped into the cowboy's hair for better grip. It didn't take much longer for the rest to join them.

"Uggh!" Woody panicked, fighting with the last ounce of strength he has left. "You guys are making a big mistake." He spoke in a non threatening way, hoping to reason with them.

The man who tackled him kept his knee on his back as he held back Woody's arms. "Arms behind your back!" He yelled as he handcuffed him. All the cowboy could feel at this moment was iron being tightened around his wrists as they were pulled together. Woody grunted in pain, feeling as if his arms were about to be ripped off.

There was a man on the team on standby, pointing a taser gun at Woody just in case. You can never predict what these whack jobs will do next.

He gave up. Completely gave up against these men who were capturing him, and stopped all means of resistance. He rested the side of his head against the ground, dirt and all. He closed his eyes, taking in deep breaths. This can't be as bad as he thinks it is.

"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to be speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you at government expense."

These words meant nothing to him. What's an attorney? How does this government work anyways?

He was lifted onto his feet and led towards a police car. It was more of a large, iron van with barred up windows. His life was spun around catching criminals, and now he's the one being thrown in jail. He limped as he attemtped to put the least amount of pressure on his foot as possible, because this time a needle and thread can't fix him.

'Who is this guy?'

'Looks like a freak. Why is he wearing that outfit?'

'He's dressed as that one doll called...what's his name, Woody? My son has one of those.'

'Weird. He sounds like him, too.'

Woody kept his eyes on the ground as he walked, not wanting to bring any more attention to himself. He kept thinking about what happened just moments going, piecing together the things that went wrong and thinking about what he should have said instead. He can hear people talking in hushed voices, most of them being other officers, some however being neighbors that came out to see the action. If Sid came out he might have a heartattack.

When he did look up, he happened to notice Andy, who was talking to a cop away from the others. He could see Andy shaking his head, and giving his mother looks every now and then.

He didn't want to scare him anymore. There's no hope to winning over his heart. For now, all he can do is try to survive and get out of this mess.

"C'mon, dog." An officer commented towards him as he opened the door to the vehicle. These men had no patience for scavengers breaking into the homes of innocent families. He was a scumbag in their eyes, and it won't help him when they question him. He felt a wave of humiliation as the officer spoke to him in such a way, but decided against saying anything back. Talking just gets him into trouble. His head was pushed down into the car and sat in the backseat of the police vehicle, his butt meeting cold concrete. He wasn't even offered a seatbelt. That's insane...what if they got into a car accident. He stared off into space as he took a big gulp.

Working on chapter three and will hopefully have it up by tonight :) Kinda making the story up as I go, so let's hope this all ends well!

P.S. Uploading new chapters is a pain in the ass. I couldn't figure it out for like 15 minutes.