If Carly hadn't been in shock before, she definitely was after hearing that. Spencer even had to carry her down to the car. My feet weren't in the favor of walking either, but I doubt Spencer wanted to carry me too.
The words that had left Spencer's mouth just moments ago echoed in my head. My brain refused to process them. So they swirled around, consuming my every thought. That was fine, though. I wouldn't believe she was dead until I saw her dead myself. She meant too much to me, and for at least a little while, I felt it was okay to pretend she was still alive. Just a little ounce of sanity was all I needed.
Carly laid on me in the car, just staring straight ahead. None of us said a word. Surprisingly, Spencer was able to drive without having a mental break down. If I had a hold of the wheel, Sam wouldn't be the only one who died today.
The police station was about five miles away, but we got there in no time. Either I had fallen asleep or Spencer had decided to speed the whole way. Neither option would have surprised me. As soon as the car stopped, my door was open and I was marching toward the station. Spencer was close behind, trying to get Carly to walk on her own. I pushed through the front door and into the lobby.
And there they were.
No police officers to be found.
Just THEM.
Those monsters!
Every inch of me wanted to tear them to pieces, but if I killed them, we would never know where they were hiding Sam. My thoughts then went to Spencer and Carly who were just about to come inside. I turned around to lock the door, but it swung open before I reached it.
"Come on Carly, WALK!" Spencer groaned.
"That's alright," The first man said. "None of you will be doing much walking once I'm through with you." Carly's eyes shot wide open then, and she was standing on both of her feet.
"Where's Sam?" I demanded, taking a step toward them. The other man pulled a gun from his pocket.
They both smirked. "Now why would you ask such a question? I thought I made myself pretty clear during the phone call with Spencer."
"URG!" I growled, lunging forward. A pair of arms caught me, and I looked back to see Carly.
"Don't provoke them," she whispered.
The first man chuckled. "Ah, Carly. How nice to see you. Sleep good while your best friend was being kidnapped?"
Carly's hands turned into fists and she took as step forward. I grabbed her by the wrist and whispered, "What happened to 'don't provoke them?'"
Her fists unclenched "They were being mean..."
Spencer came up from behind us and stood in front of Carly and I. I leaned my head around him to keep an eye on the sickos. "Now gentlemen, you have some nerve to scare little kids like this. If you do anything to hurt any of us, I have the right to call the police."
"Good luck with that. They're a little... tied up today."
So these two freaks had the only hope we had tied up somewhere. That was reassuring.
"Look, just give us what we want and I won't have to hurt you," Spencer warned. The second man raise his gun higher. "Oh wow, a gun. Is that the gun you used to kill Sam with?" What Spencer was doing made no sense. If he kept it up, it would be the gun they killed him with. "Or did you use something else? Did you use a..." he started naming off various weapons, but I shut my ears. They all sounded much too grotesque. Then I noticed Spencer's hand behind his back. He was waving it, telling us to go.
"Carly," I whispered, looking down at the signal he was giving us. She nodded and slipped away in to a hallway just beside her. After looking to make sure the two men weren't looking, I followed in her footsteps. "Where are we?"
"A hallway."
"No duh Carly. Do you see a light switch anywhere?" I felt around on the wall until I came across a button. I pressed it, and heard a mechanical sound coming from somewhere down the hall. Then I pressed it again, hoping I hadn't just let out any prisoners.
"I found one!"Carly announced, and then a dim light came on above us.
There was a flashlight on the ground beside me, and I picked it up. "We might need this." The hall was creepy, almost like in a scary movie. The only thing missing was blood dripping down the walls and a monster chasing us.
"Freddie?" Carly whispered from behind me.
"Yeah?"
"Do you think they really killed her?"
I froze in my tracks. If they didn't kill her, she was probably somewhere in the building. Spencer was keeping the guys busy, but it would only be a matter of time before they came looking for Carly and I. We had a very limited time to find Sam. "Carly, dead or alive, I think Sam is somewhere in here. We need to find her before those guys find us."
She nodded, and we started walking again. "Sam!" Carly whispered loudly.
"Good idea. Sam! Sam!"
"Mmm!"
"What, Carly?"
She looked at me weird. "...I didn't say anything."
Both of our eyes widened at the same time, and we both said, "SAM!"
Over and over again we said her name, pausing afterwards to listen for her mumble. It was constantly getting closer, and by the time we reached the end of the hall, it felt like she was right beside us. I flicked on the flashlight and searched all around us. Nothing. "Sam?" I asked, looking around.
"Mmm!"
"Sam?" I leaned my ear against the wall.
"MMM!!!"
"Sam! It's Freddie and Carly!" There was happy mumble, and I turned to Carly. "She's in there!"
"But there's no door," Carly whispered. "How are we supposed to get to her?"
I thought for a minute, knowing there had to be a way in. If there wasn't how would they have gotten her in there? "Should we just get a hammer and break down the wall?"
"No, we might hurt her." Another precious moment went by, and we still had no way of getting to Sam. "Wait! Ask her how to get in there!"
It seemed like a good idea for a second, but then I realized something. "All she can do is mumble!" Carly frowned and looked down at her feet. "But I guess we can try to figure out what she's saying." She looked back up and me and smiled for a second. Then I pressed my ear to the wall. "Sam, how did you get in there?"
"Mmmm!"
"What?"
"MmMm!"
"Huh?"
"Bmmmn!"
"One more time!"
"Bmmtmn!"
"Button!" I realized, instantly running back toward the button I had pressed earlier. The loud mechanical noise I heard earlier must have been a trap door opening! I reached the end of the hall where I had found it before. My hands searched the wall, desperately trying to find the button that would reunite Sam and I. When I finally found it, I pressed down on it with utter joy. The mechanical sound began, and I started running toward it. A sense of relief came over me, knowing in that moment, right then, Sam was okay. And she would soon be in my arms.
So, Sam's not dead! Yippie!
But how in the world are they going to get out of the police station with two psycho killers in the main lobby blocking the entrance?
It should be interesting.
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