The impact of her body against the ground jarred all her bones in her body. She felt hot pain shoot through her then heard a thud beside as Fred fell beside her.
"Freddie?" Daphne whispered, fear in her voice.
"Daphne? Are you okay?" Fred asked in pain.
"I don't know," Daphne said slowly, looking around, feeling dizzy.
"We need to untie our hands. Do you think you can put your back against mine?" Fred asked, gently.
She heard Fred moving. She raised herself up. It was hard without hands to push you up.
"I m going to try to untie you," Fred said, once they were back to back.
"Okay," Daphne sighed, feeling his fingers run over hers feeling for the rope.
It was an effort to try to untie someone s hands when yours are tied too. Not to mention behind your backs.
"I think I m loosening them," Fred said, sounding a little cheerful.
"Yes, you are," Daphne agreed, feeling them loosen.
It was almost dark in the ice house but there was a crack in the wall spilling sunlight on them.
Finally she was free. She untied Fred.
"Man, I ve never appreciated hands so much until now," Fred tried to joke.
"We're going to die aren't we?" Daphne asked.
"Daphne," Fred smoothed her hair out of her eyes.
"We are aren't we?" she cracked.
"I don't know," he whispered.
Daphne jumped as they heard yelling outside. Fred put his arm around her to calm her.
"There following us you idiot! How are we going to get that mustang and his herd if they catch us? Lead them off track or so help me!" Randall must have rammed Jenkins into the ice house wall.
"Alright! I'll lead them off, boss," Jenkins gasped.
"Okay. Now, let's weasle some information out of that redhead to see if she knows where those nags hide out," Randall yanked open the door.
Daphne shrank back against Fred gripping his arm for dear life. They didn't know where the herd was? That was almost impossible; they were right there and didn't even know they were through the tunnel. It must've been too dark to see them.
Randall grabbed Daphne by the hair.
She screamed.
"Let go of her!" Fred threatened, angrily, "Go pick on someone your own size!" he stood up but Jenkins held him back before he made a move for Randall.
"You see that's a problem because she has all the answers to my questions and she's going to have to answer them unless she wants to die," Randall still had her by her hair, "Now beautiful, tell me where those horses are."
"I'm not Samantha," Daphne sobbed in pain.
"Don't lie to me girl or Freddie here is a goner," Randall said, throwing her to the ground.
Daphne looked toward Fred, weakly. Jenkins held the gun to his heart.
"I--I m Samantha!" Daphne panicked.
"Where's that herd?" Randall demanded.
"10 miles left of the tunnel," she lied, looking straight into his eyes.
"If you're lying you will die in 5 hours," Randall kicked Daphne in the head as he passed as if she were in his way.
Fred ran to her as soon as they left.
She fought consciousness.
"Daphne?! Can you hear me? I'm so sorry, Daph. I love you and I think I ve always have. Please don't leave me. I can't live without you," Fred cradled her being careful of her head.
"Freddie?" Daphne pressed her hands against his chest, "Is everything you said true?"
"Yes, it is," Fred smiled, hugging her in relief that she was okay. "Why did you lie?" he asked, softly "Because I didn't want you to die. I love you," Daphne's brain finally registered she was in his arms.
"I love you too," Fred said.
"Fred?! I lied and if we're not gone from here in 5 hours they're going to kill us!" Daphne jumped out of his arms. She searched for an escape route. She noticed there were small coffins stacked against the back wall.
"Freddie, come look," Daphne walked up to them.
Fred walked up beside her, "Coffins?" he examined them carefully. They were little ones. He shook one, "It's empty I think."
"You think so?" Daphne asked, watching his expression go to thoughtful.
"There may be an exit door behind some of these. There's no way out the other door, it's locked outside. But maybe if there is another door we can open it. Let's move some of these coffins," Fred picked one up and sat it to the side.
Daphne lifted one up then gasped in pain, dropping it with a thud. For such small coffins they were heavy to her.
"I'll do it Daphne," Fred assured her, watching her hold her arm. He guessed she sprained it when she fell.
"Thanks," Daphne plopped down on the ground, exhausted.
Fred piled about 10 coffins to the side when he saw the door. His heart dropped. The door was exactly like the other one. No way out. He looked behind him at Daphne. She was asleep. He didn't want to tell her they were going to die. Fred sized up the height from the floor to the door. About 10 feet, higher than the main door. There was no way to get out. If you stacked the coffins on top of one other and stood on them they would break from your weight. The wood was thin though it was heavy. The only other idea was Daphne stand on his shoulders, but she wasn't capable of breaking the door down.
"Aaah!" Fred punched the wall furious.
"There back!" she jerked up in fear.
"No, no. That was just me, Daph," Fred said, sitting down beside her.
"Can we escape?" Daphne asked, watching his distressed expression.
"No, I m sorry. I tried," he breathed, praying she didn't hear him.
"Oh, Fred," Daphne started to cry.
"Daphne, don't cry, please. I know some how we'll get through. I hope the gang finds us, soon," Fred hugged her.
Back with the gang:
"Where could they be?" Velma huffed to Shaggy.
Jake had left to go search by his self.
"I wish I knew," Shaggy watched Scooby.
Something silver streaked through the trees.
Their horses spooked. The buckskin Shaggy and Scooby were riding decided to buck them off.
"Hey Bucky! What you trying to point out here?" Shaggy got up.
Velma laughed then stopped as a silver stallion came up to them. He whinnied to them.
Shaggy picked up Scooby and mounted back on his horse quickly.
"I think he's the real Phantom, See the way he acts. He's not trying to attack us, Velma said, studying the stallion.
Still, I m being cautious around him, Shaggy fidgeted in the saddle.
With Jake:
Jake stared at the tracks before him. They were disoriented. He couldn t tell now where they led to.
Suddenly he heard something behind him. He swung around ready to take out that man.
Jake? A familiar, feminine voice called to him.
Brat? Jake called to Sam by her nickname in the darkness.
Sam ran to him quickly, hearing his voice.
What are you doing here? Jake asked, giving her a hug.
I couldn t stand wondering what was going on with all of you, especially when you didn t come back last night, Sam said, looking around.
Well, that man kidnapped Daphne and Fred, Jake said sadly, I hope we can find them. He thinks Daphne is you. Oh, that s horrible, Sam gasped.
Jake started following the tracks finally deciding to go right. He and Sam kept going for about a hour then the tracks vanished.
Oh, no, Sam groaned in despair.
Hey, don t fret, Jake said, softly.
They heard a horrible laugh. The man in white approached slowly.
Hide! Jake pushed Sam away. She ran into the woods as fast as her legs would carry her.
Randall approached Jake, I have a clue so maybe you can find Sam and her little boyfriend before they die. She lied to me. There are no horses, Randall said, coldly.
What s the clue? Jake clenched his teeth together.
O.W.T.N., Randall told him then vanished.
O.W.T.N.? Jake asked his self.
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