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Marshal glared at the man as he hung up the phone after he was about to tell his dad he loved him. "Why are you doing this?" he asked, wiping a tear away with his hands, which were balled into fists of anger. He wanted to give this guy a good punch in the face again, but he was strapped down in a chair with his legs tied. "I hate you! Let me go!" he struggled to get out, but the ropes around his legs started to burn from the friction of it rubbing against his skin.

The blonde man chuckled and shook his head. "Marshal, Marshal, Marshal. Poor, little, Marshal," he said, patting the young boy's head.

"I got it, that's my name!" Marshal hollered. "My dad already knows who you are! I heard him, you're Dr. Blowhole!"

Dr. Blowhole smiled evilly at him. "Please, call me Dale, and I wouldn't press my buttons right now. If I were you, I'd be a little afraid right now." He said as he uncovered his pocket by moving away his Coat, showing Marshal his gun. The black gun gleamed in the moonlight of the window of an abandoned storage house he was in, but Marshal had seen guns before, and this was the real deal.

He didn't want to look afraid though. He knew that would give him the advantage, and maybe Marshal could annoy the heck out of him to get out of here. "I'm not afraid of someone who's last name rhymes with butthole." Marshal mumbled.

Dale laughed at that. "You know what Marshal, you and I are A LOT alike!" he said.

"I am NOTHING like you!" Marshal hollered.

The older man sighed with a smile on his face. He leaned against the chair, as if he were telling him a story. "When I was your age, I had the two best friends who used to pull pranks with me. I had great teachers, aunts, uncles… parents." He whispered at the word parents. "But anyways, I think you and I could become great friends."

"Oh, did you tie your friends to chairs too?" Marshal asked sarcastically.

He laughed louder, making Marshal think he was a crazy person. "And I had a ROUSING sense of humor!" he hollered. He then untied Marshal from the chair, but kept a strong grip on his arm, and led him to his blue and silver truck. "Hop in." he said, opening the silver truck door for Marshal.

Marshal growled as he stomped to the truck, making the wet mud splash up in the air and onto his jeans. "I can open it myself. Besides, its LADIES first, oh wait, those are man boobs." He sat in the car and glared at him again with his arms crossed. "And my dad's gonna find you."

Dale chuckled and held the gun up to his face, rubbing it along his cheek. "The question is will he be too late?" Marshal pushed the gun away angrily and didn't say much on the ride to wherever Blowhole was taking him, but on the inside, he was screaming in fear. He probably wouldn't survive.

"Wanna listen to some music, Buddy?" Dale asked after riding in silence for twenty minutes.

"I'm not your buddy." Marshal murmured quietly.

Dale shrugged. "Okay, suit yourself."

Marshal stared out the window. His stomach went tighter and tighter and every mile further that they went. He wanted to go home. He missed his dad, his uncles, Elli, Athena, Buttons, and all his friends. He wanted to go to his grey apartment, sleep on his bed, and ride the elevator multiple times with Peanut and Eggy, even when Alice yells at them to stop. Marshal got so lost in his thoughts, that he almost didn't see that the truck was nearing a group of people. Maybe he could call for help.

He must've blown his plan by looking at the group of people too long, because Dale caught him. "Ahem." He said. He pointed to his gun, but didn't take his eyes off the moving windshield wipers as they whacked the rain away. "I'll take anyone down Marshal. You don't want to kill innocent people too, do you?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure your daddy wouldn't like that."

Marshal tried to ignore him and look out the window. He saw a group of men in matching T-shirts, hugging their kids for an upcoming sports event. He tried not to cry when one of the dads picked up his son and twirled him around on his shoulders like Skipper would do to him. The boy shook his head. No one would want to lose their dad or son. Marshal didn't either, but he was sitting next to a man who could kill him at any given moment.

Dale smiled when Marshal shook his head. "Good boy." He said as if Marshal were his own son.

After miles and what seemed to be days of driving along the road, Blowhole stopped at an old creepy house. It's grey paint, crooked windows, vine covered walls, and the statues in front made it look like it came straight from a ghost story. "Well, welcome to your new home Marshal." He said.

Marshal glared at him. "My dad's gonna find me and then he's gonna kick your butt, fling it across the room, and lastly throw it in jail!" he hollered out. "So, this ISN'T my home! It's a stupid home that YOU live in!"

Dale shot his gun in the air. "SHUT UP!"

Marshal jumped at the sound of the bullet shot. He scooted back until his back was pressed against the door of the truck. He felt tears coming to his eyes. "I bet someone heard that!" he said, trying not to show he was afraid, thought he wasn't going a good job at it.

Dale taunted him with his eyes. "There's no one close enough to hear a gun Marshal. It's no use, you're trapped."

Marshal shook his head. He wouldn't believe it. "My dad said he'd come find me."

Dale laughed. "You really are stupid, aren't you kid? Guess what, your daddy only said that so you'd feel safe." He reached in the truck and yanked Marshal out. "He just can't say you're dead. He probably won't even give me those plans. Your dad might now want you back at all." he told him.

"That's not true! My dad cares about me!" Marshal hollered. He fought to get out of the man's grip by kicking, punching, and even bit him one time. Dale let go of him for a second when he sank his teeth into his arm, but it was no use, Dale caught Marshal before he could run far away and managed to drag him inside.

Marshal looked at his new surroundings, which was still with the horror film theme. There were long chairs, a large fireplace, mold on the walls, and that smell! Marshal covered his nose, but not matter how hard he squeezed his fingers together on his nose, he could still smell. Marshal had a feeling that he might have to get used to it. He felt his kidnapper drag his arm up the long creaky stairs. When they got to one of the rooms, Dale opened it and shoved him inside.

"Stay in there, and DON'T try to come out!" Dale warned before closing the door.

Marshal ran up to the door and banged his fists against it, which made the old white paint chip off, but no matter how hard he tried, the door wouldn't open or crack. "It's LOCKED! How was I supposed to get out!?" he hollered before giving the door a good kick, making him fall backwards and land hard on his back. Dale didn't answer him though, so Marshal got up and dragged himself to his overly large and fluffy grey bed, but when he threw himself on it, a cloud of dust and dirt came from the blankets. He started coughing till water came to his eyes. "I just wanna go home." He whimpered after the coughing fit was over.

Back home. . . . . . . . .

Elli woke up the next day with a smile on her face as usually. She sat up in her bed and stretched her arms. "Good morning Athena." She said to the girl sleeping in a space themed bed with stars and planets. Elli's was a butterfly themed that had outlines of pink butterflies on it. She and Athena were very different, but they managed. You could tell which side was Athena's by the chemistry sets and books, but Elli's side was where the coloring books and dolls were.

Athena popped her head up with a large yawn. Her hair was all messy, but she slept in her ponytail again, so only the front part of her hair was sticking up. "Hey Elli." She greeted half awake. The girl stepped out of bed, showing her blue pajama pants and orange T-shirt. "Well, its Monday!" she said to cheer up the mood, but Elli sighed. She did enjoy school, seeing friends, learning new things, but today she felt like something wasn't right.

Elli's eyes widened when her roommate's words sunk in, and she whispered something Athena couldn't hear, and then the girl jumped out of bed, and when she made it out her room and down the hallway covered in photos of them, she smelled breakfast getting ready and heard the coffee boiling in the pot. "Where's Marshal?" she asked as soon as she saw them.

Kowalski's eyes widened as he cooked a pan of bacon on the stove. "Uh…he's at a sleepover. Remember, I said that last night."

"Marshal's not allowed to sleep over on school nights." Elli said, crossing her arms.

Silence, or silence with the coffee bubbling in the pot and bacon sizzling in the pan.

Skipper sighed, breaking the silence. "It's alright Elli, we'll get him back." He said.

Elli looked over at her Uncle Skipper, at first to ask where Marshal was, but she stopped. Skipper looked horrible. His usual neat hair messy, his eyes were a little red, and he looked as if he had stayed up all night. "A-are you alright?" She finally managed to ask, a little afraid.

Skipper looked down. "Yeah, I've been worse." He then got up and walked off to his room to get dressed for work. Today he was going to find that case 576 and see what's so special about it. If Marshal's life was on the line, then he would try his best.

Kowalski leaned over to Private and Rico. "That's actually true, but this is pretty close to that time."

Rico looked at Kowalski. "Lola?"

Kowalski nodded. "Lola."

"You don't think Skippa will go in depression again, do you?" Private asked.

Kowalski shrugged. "He lost her, and now, he's lost his son. I'd say there's a…" he took out a note board and wrote a few things down. "81% chance he will."

"What's the other 19%?" Private asked.

"That he'll move on or we'll find Marshal in time." Kowalski answered.

"What if we don't?" Private asked.

Kowalski looked down. "Right now, let's not jinx it." He sighed. "Well, we best get the kids ready for school."

Private looked up at him. "Don't you think that the kids should get some time off since Marshal's gone?"

Kowalski shook his head. "The kids aren't sure where Marshal is, and even Elli can't say for certain he's in danger, so let's keep it that way. Also, school's good for them, in case something happens." He said before he ran up to Buttons and Athena with Rico.

Private shuddered as he watched the two walk off, because he knew what Kowalski meant by good, was safe.

Dun! Dun! Dun! Well, at least Marshal's fighting back instead of becoming vulnerable, then again, he IS Skipper's son! XD

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