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Kevin arrived at his little hotel and smiled at the thought of finally being alone. He checked in and set his bags down on the very crappy queen sized bed. He took out his phone and looked up at it, over two hundred messages. Some of Archie, some of Cheryl, some from even Sweet Pea and Toni. But half of the messages were from his father. Kevin wanted to press them. He wanted to hear what his father wanted to say to him. But... of course, he still hated him for hurting him. Even after the vow he had taken to never touch him. To never hurt him.

Kevin threw his phone on the desk and sat down on the bed. The hours of no sleep from Betty's was suddenly weighing him down. He passed out on the almost cardboard like bed for what must of felt like hours. He only came to when he heard the sound of knocking coming from his door. He sat up tried his best to clean up his hair. He walked over to the front door and opened it. He squinted his eyebrows at the person who must have wanted to see him. It was FP Jones. There were some other Southside Serpents behind him, flanking him. It was also the dead of night.

"Mr. Jones?" he said, feeling that something wasn't right. His hand lingered to the back of his pants. "W-What are you doing here?"

"Your dad called me. Told me you ran away." FP said, shoving his hands in his front pockets. "Now, I know a bunch of moody teenagers in the Serpents and I've seen a bunch of them run here. I came out here and expected you to be here."

Kevin's hand gripped the handle of the gun, stretching his back straighter so he didn't look like he was hiding something. "So... what do you want?" he asked.

"We're here to take you to your father." FP said, turning to his two Southside associates. Kevin knew from when his father how to tell when someone was lying. And he could tell that FP was lying. Lying terribly. Kevin back away for a bit, feeling that he was in danger. FP looked over at his two Serpent associates and gave them a hand gesture. They started to move close to him. Kevin moved his hand away from his gun and made a fist. He knew self defense. His father forced him to take classes ever since he was in the fourth grade.

He punched one of the Serpents in the jaw and the other in the stomach, before kicking him in the face. While Kevin was fighting the two, FP got close to grab him and pull him in a choke hold. "Nice try Kev." he said, holding Kevin's arms behind him. "Now, I know that you're my son's friend and all but... Serpents come first. Now hold still. We're going for a ride."

The other two Serpents got up and grabbed Kevin from FP, grabbing his wrists and ankles and pulling him outside the hotel room. If Kevin was getting kidnapped, he was going to make any kind of clues for someone to find him. For his father... to hopefully find him. Kevin slammed his head back into the head of his captor and kicked the chest of the other. He ran and tackled FP to the ground, making the crappy queen sized behind him break.

Once FP and the other two were on the floor writhing, Kevin looked around. He noticed his laptop. He opened it quickly and turned it on, but kept the screen low enough so that no one could see it. Once again, he was forcefully grabbed from behind, his wrists and arms held behind him and ankles held up. "Get him to the car! I've had enough of this." FP screamed, wiping his leather Serpent jacket clean. The two other serpents carried Kevin outside the hotel. Kevin started to scream at the top of his lungs.

"Fire! Fire!" he cried. He had learned from his father that screaming fire got more people's attention than yelling for help. "Fire!"

"Shut your trap!" the Serpent holding his arms said, pulling one his hands up over Kevin's mouth. Kevin was pushing forcefully into the trunk of an old van, where he was tightly bound with very thin ropes. FP looked at him and slapped his lap.

"You know... I had a girlfriend that was into this kind of stuff. Never knew it would come in handy when having to save the Serpents." FP laughed.

Kevin growled at him. "Let. Me. Go!"

FP rolled his eyes and pulled out a checked scarf he kept in his pocket and gagged Kevin tightly. He slammed the trunk closed and walked over to the back seat of the van. Kevin moved his fingers to try and feel the knots. They were tight, but not tight enough for him to try and untie. He also moved to the back of his pants. He sighed in relief into his scarf gag. It was still there.

Kevin started to shift so that he was on his back, grabbing his phone from his front pocket. Thank god for dad teaching me about how to escape kidnappings. he thought. He typed as clear as he could and hit the send button. He then rolled over to the trunk and started to feel around. "There's always going to be an open latch button in the trunk of a car. Just in case anything ever happens to you... I want you to look for the latch" his father told him back in middle school.

Kevin found the latch and pulled on it, opening the trunk. He rolled out of the trunk and onto the road as the van drove far away. Kevin scraped his arm on the road and blood poured out slowly onto his shirt. He stood up onto his knees and moved his fingers to the knots on his wrists. They were a few more than he expected. He moved to try and untie himself... but the pain from his shoulder it completely hard for him to move. As he tried to untie himself, another car pulled up on the road and stopped right in front of him.

Two people came out of the car and walked up to him. "Well would you look at that..." one of them said. "Just as we were looking for a Keller... we already found one."

"All trussed up and everything." the other said. "Well, from the likes of this, The Ghoulies are in the running."

They were Ghoulies. They were here for him, just like FP. One of them grabbed Kevin and forced him over their shoulder. The other Ghoulie grabbed his phone and threw it to the side. "Let's go Keller Kid."

Kevin wasn't put into another trunk. He was pushed into the backseat of the small car, where one of The Ghoulies thugs kept a knife on his neck. The car started to drive away and Kevin groaned in pain and anger into his gag.

Keller was in the Sheriff's station all day. He was sitting at his desk all day, completely fidgety and stressed. He was on the verge of tears all the time, just waiting by the phone for just a call, letting him know that his son had been found or at least was safe.

A person walked over into his office. When Keller looked up he was surprised that was the owner of one of the hotels that Keller often goes to with Sierra. "Mike." he said, standing up from is chair and holding his hand out for a shake. "How can I help you?"

"I heard that your boy's missing." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "And... I think I know where he might be now."

"Mike... that's great. Wh-Where is he?" Keller said, desperate to hear that he had been brought to the precinct and was sleeping off his anger.

Mike sighed and shook his head. "He had told me that you were letting him stay at this hotel... and then, these men. Thugs. Showed up at his door. Then there was a huge commotion. Then someone started screaming fire."

Keller knew that was his son. He had taught him to yell fire if he was ever getting kidnapped or felt unsafe. "Why didn't you call the police?"

"You know as much as I do that my hotel... has no cell service because we're so deep in the woods." Mike said, pulling out his phone. "I would have called you if I could but... I do have some evidence. So you can find the guys that took him."

Mike pushed his phone over to Keller. He took it pretty fast and looked at the pictures on it. They were blurry, but they were evidence. The men holding Kevin by the wrists and ankles both wore Serpent jackets. And the man in front of them was none other than FP Jones. Keller pushed the phone into Mike's hand. "Send that photo the other officers and tell them to give me laminated copies." he growled, running off out of the office. He grabbed his hat and hopped into his patrol car.

He dialed the number of someone that would be truthful. "Sheriff Keller?" the voice answered. "Is something wrong? Did you find Kevin?"

"Jughead..." Keller started. "I need you to tell me where your father is. Please... Kevin's life is at risk if you don't tell me where he is right now."

Jughead sighed through the phone. "I don't know. But some of the Serpents are telling me that he went searching for Kevin. Some are telling me to take him to you, some are telling me to... to bring him in."

"I want you and Betty to meet me at this location, okay? I'll send it to you soon." he said, hanging up before Jughead could ask any questions. Keller quickly dialed another number before making a hard turn. "Sierra?"

"Have you found anything on Kevin?" she asked, obviously sounding worried and on the verge of tears.

"I did. But... I need you to meet at the hotel."

"...Now is not the time for sex right now Tom! You're son is in danger!"

Keller tried not to scream at her. "Kevin was at the hotel. He was taken from there. Meet. Me. There. Please... please, Sierra." Keller hung up the phone and continues to drive in the dark, stormy night. Where ever you are FP, I'll find you... and I will end you if you lay even a finger on my son.