AN: I OWN NOTHING OF THE SCOOBY DOO FRANCHISE!!!!

Chapter Nine: More Memories

Velma picked up the object and tried to see what it was. Without her glasses though, it was useless. She put the object in her jacket pocket and continued her search. Eventually she found her glasses and put them back on her face where they belong. She took the object back out of her pocket and examined it with her improved vision. She gasped at what she saw, it was a small knife. It was dull and rusted as though it had been there for several years. Her hands shaking, Velma slowly turned it over and scraped some of the rust off of the metal at the base of the knife just above the handle. There she found what she was hoping wouldn't be there. There at the base of the knife was an engraved symbol. The symbol was nothing but a worn out X, but it was enough to make Velma jump at the sight of it.
She stood up and took a closer look at her surroundings. She was in a dense wooded area. She looked shakily to her left and saw the opening to a cave long since forgotten. She shuddered as memories flooded her mind. She saw herself and her friends when they had only just started calling themselves the Scooby Doo Detective Agency.
She walked with them down to a beautiful hill overlooking a beautiful valley filled with all different species of wildflower and towering oaks as well as young saplings. She noticed something sparkle in the corner of her eye. She looked over at it, but she still couldn't tell what the object was. She tapped her friends on the shoulder and pointed over to where the object lay sparkeling.
The gang began to walk carefully down the hill towards the object. Once there, Velma adjusted her glasses to get a better look at whatever the shiny object was. That's when she felt a firm, gloved hand on her shoulder. She was just about to scream when another hand clamped over her mouth. She was picked up and thrown over a tall man's shoulder. The man began to run and she started kicking and screaming as hard as she could. She saw her friends racing after her. She reached out a small hand towards her friendseven though she knew she couldn't reach them.
The man took her into the woods and through what appeared to be a wall of trees. Velma lost all sight of her friends. She was thrown roughly on the ground in the corner of a small cave that must have formed at the base of the small hill. The man took off Velma's glasses before she could get a closer look at him. She heard a sickening sound of crushing glass and knew that her glasses were no more. The man kneeled in front of her a gave a small chuckle.
"Do you, by any chance, recognize my voice? You should. You took everything you know. I used to be the number one man in the business. Until you and your damned friends decided to come and 'investigate'! I had fucking everything! My plan was completely foolproof! I would've been the richest man in Coolsville! Richer than those damn Blakes." The man paused and took a gleaning object out of his coat pocket. "Do you see this little X, oh wait right. Well it stands for my hopes and dreams. You crushed them when you took my mask off. Now I'm going to crush you."
The man began to laugh cruelly as he dug his knife into Velma and enjoyed every little scream she made. When he grew tired of simply cutting and stabbing her tiny form, he began to beat her. He dug his nails into her skin and dragged them harshly down her back, leaving deep scarlet ruts.
When the man was done having his fun, he put hi knife into his coat pocket. "Sweet dreams." He said in a false caring voice, as he climbed up and out of a hole in the roof of the cave, using the cover of nightfall as his hidden allie. He never even noticed the knife fall from his pocket and onto the ground below.
Velma by now had lost all conscienceness of her body, but the last thing she heard before she completely blacked out, was the sound of footsteps and a young boy's voice call out,
"Velma?"

When she woke up next, all kinds of tubes and devices were hooked up to her. She looked over at the pale glass window next to the door and saw three young children and a grown man. She didn't have time to recognize them before she blacked out once more.
The next few months were a blur of tests and X-rays. She remembered spending six months alone in the hospital after being diagnosed with Luekemia.
Velma turned the knife over in her hands. She then turned around and walked to the edge of the trees and, as hard as she could, through the knife into the valley below.