Matt woke up and found Jeff gone. He cursed under his breath as he threw some clothes on. He should have known something like this was going to happen. It was nearly impossible to talk Jeff out of something when he truly believed he needed to do it. He would only pretend to agree not to do it and then go off and try anyway. Only this time, his fucking stubborn streak was going to get him killed. Robert's son had to be as crazy as Robert had been. With a father like that, how could he not be?
Matt grabbed his car keys and ran out of the hotel. He didn't even stop to pack his stuff. There was no telling how much of a head start Jeff actually had. It could have been a few minutes or a few hours. But either way, he had to find a way stop Jeff before his brother got to the cabin he had escaped from all those months ago. He couldn't explain why he knew Jeff was going there. It was just something that he knew deep inside his gut. Besides, it was the only place he knew that Jeff would have a clue to start looking at.
It was raining a little as Matt got into his car. The rumblings of thunder could be heard from a distance. It was going to start storming even worse soon. It fucking figures, he thought as he started driving. The time I have to drive as fast as humanly possible is the night it's going to fucking storm so bad I probably won't be able to see that well.
But he couldn't waste any more time worrying about that though. He was going to have to do the best he could under the circumstances. Jeff's life depended on it. "Jeff, for the love of God, don't get there," he muttered. "Please God, make his car break down before he gets there and gets himself killed."
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Even though it had been months since Jeff had escaped from Robert's cabin in the woods, and even though it took him awhile to find an area of the woods he recognized from his great escape all those months ago, he was able to find the cabin somewhat easily. It sickened him to the bone even looking at his former prison, and he really wished Matt was there with him. He didn't want to do this alone, only now he really didn't have a choice. "I can do this," he muttered to himself as he grabbed the gun and slowly got out of the car. "I can do this. I just need to go in, get Randy and get out."
Before going in the door, he peeked in the windows to see if he could see anything. When he didn't, he crept through the front door and tiptoed towards the basement. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he thought it was going to burst. His hands were shaking so badly that it felt like he was going to drop the gun at any second. Come on, just do it and go, he told himself as he opened the basement door and started going down the stairs. I've got to get Randy and just go.
Randy was naked and chained up against the wall. He was curled up in the fetal position, his entire body shaking from either the cold or fear. Maybe it was even a combination of both. His mouth was duct taped shut and he was bleeding from several cuts all over his body.
Jeff gulped. This was an unpleasant reminder of the entire year of hell he had endured not too long ago. He knelt down beside Randy and gently touched younger man's shoulder. "Randy?"
Suddenly a gun barrel was placed directly against the back of his neck. "Hello Jeffrey."
Jeff froze in fear. Shit! his mind screamed as Robert's son snatched his gun away and turned him around roughly. He had been so focused on getting Randy and getting out that he had forgotten how easy it was for someone to hide in this very big and very dark basement."
Robert's son smiled evilly at him. "Hello Jeff. My name is Dale Sawyer. We've never met before, but I believe you murdered my father." He cocked the gun and aimed it at Jeff's head. "Now I could kill you right here and now, and nobody besides Randy here will know. And he's not going to be going anywhere soon, so he won't be telling anyone what he saw down here."
Jeff shook his head. "Please…"
Dale started to chuckle. "Oh don't worry Jeff. I'm not going to shoot you in the head. That would be too quick. I'm going to draw this out for as long as I possibly can." He grabbed Jeff by the arm and yanked him to his feet. "Before we get started, I want you to tell me one thing: how did you kill my father?"
Jeff gulped. He really did not want to get into that subject. He had the feeling it was just going to make Dale really, really mad, which was not something he wanted when he was defenseless like this.
Dale growled and pistol whipped Jeff right across the face. "Tell me!" When Jeff only started to stammer and shake his head, he pistol whipped the smaller man again. "TELL ME!"
"I killed him with an axe," Jeff finally admitted. He was so afraid that he was shaking terribly. He could already tell that Dale's temper was much worse than Robert's had been.
Dale's face went completely blank for a moment before he started to laugh. "You killed him with an axe huh? Well I guess I'll have to repay the favor."
Jeff gulped. "Wh-what do you mean by that?"
"What I mean is, once dear old Matt comes to save the day, which we both know he will, he's not getting out of this basement alive. Or in one piece for that matter."
Jeff shook his head violently. "No please, I killed your father! Matt didn't do anything!"
Dale grinned. "Oh Jeff…you act like I care about that little detail." He shoved Jeff down to the ground next to Randy. "Now let's get started. I've got so many things I want to do you and there's only going to be so much you can take before begging me to kill you."
Jeff's lip trembled. Oh Matty, please get me out of this without getting killed yourself. I really fucked up this time…
