The Kidnap

Chapter 25: Internal Conflict

A/N: Hey all. Well, the poll is over, and the results are in. Thank you to everyone to responded to my PM's. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. It is honestly helping. For those who haven't checked yet, check the polls. They are closed.

A dark-haired man was pushed harshly and aggressively into the room. He spun round and threw a punch at the aggressor. The aggressor just laughed, and parried the punch. The aggressor was wearing a blue, yellow-buttoned uniform. The door was shut behind them. They were in a large white room. Completely empty.

"One call! One!"

"Make it two," the man whispered angrily.

"You've done enough, one call, take it or leave it!" the aggressor shouted.

The dark-haired seized the telephone placed on a small three-legged stool, and put it to his ear. He dialed the area code for Ohio, and a number, and waited as it rang two at a time. Eventually, it was answered.

"Trouble?"

"Yes, I'm arrested."

The man waited at the door at Habbleman conversed. The man couldn't tell what Habbleman was talking about. But he doubted it was important.

"I'll get out eventually," Habbleman assured. "It's not like I murdered anybody." One second, and then Habbleman laughed. "You're right. I'll talk to you next time they let me, ok? See ya."

Habbleman was led out, and kicked into his cell. The bars closed harshly, clanging against the force. "Sit here, your trial will take place soon enough."

"Hmph, yah, whatever," Habbleman said angrily. He lit up a cigarette again, and sat against a corner. The police officer walked out of the room, and into another.

Meanwhile, miles away, in the hospital, Easton was sitting in the room. He heard the code blue, and came rushing over. When he left, only one child was gravely injured. Now, both were injured.

The room was relatively quiet, except for the occasional beeping from the machines attached to both patients. It was all quiet, and then… "I'LL GIVE MY ID WHEN I'VE SEEN MY SONS. GOD DAMNIT, I'M THEIR FATHER!"

A loud crash came from downstairs, and thundering footsteps. As the door banged open, Easton jumped up from his chair, and looked around. There was the man who must be their father. But, this was the tool man! The tool man was their father? Easton never saw Tim so red in the face before.

"Out of the way!" Tim said angrily as Easton moved aside for Tim. Tim strode up to Mark's bed first. "Mark. Mark!"

"Tim, he can't hear you," Jill said tearfully.

"Can't he?"

"Randy!"

"Tim!"

"BOYS!"

Tim was trying so hard to keep tears in. It was so difficult. He looked away from their bodies. The mere sight made him want to burst into tears. He never felt this way before. Not even when his boss, John Binford, died. But as he yelled 'boys', he burst. He ran from the room and didn't comer back for ten minutes.

Easton had so many things he wanted to ask the tool man. Questions about Al, the stunts always pulled… so many things. But now was not the time at all. He stayed quiet as he watched Jill bend over her children's bodies. A second sound as the door opened went through the relatively quiet room save the sobs.

In came another boy, probably a teenager. He had long blond hair covering his ears. He was speechless. Easton supposed he must be their brother. As far as he knew, Tim 'the Tool Man' had three sons. This must be the oldest.

He moved out of the room, no longer wanting to intrude. He left.

I dunno what to think.

What? You can still think?"

Yah. I always think. I'm Randy Taylor for crying out loud.

Not anymore.

Wait, isn't that dad? He sounds angry.

He's no longer your dad.

He's always my dad.

Where you're going, he won't be.

Going where?

See, you're forgetting everything.

Forgetting what?

Everything.

Dad sounds upset. Dear God I never heard him act like that before.

Matters not.
I don't understand what you're talking about.

All will be clear once you… follow yourself.

What the hell do you mean?

Do what you know is right.

Why's dad yelling the name- 'Mark?'

See, you're forgetting.

Forgetting what?

You can't remember much.

Remember what?

Once you make your choice, you'll remember everything, and you'll be very happy.

Wait a sec- Mark, my brother, right?

Do you not know?

He's my brother! What's happened? I haven't heard him in ages. What happened?

I tell you, once you make the right choice, you'll remember everything.
The right choice?

The right choice.

Where am I?

Dead.

Who am I?

Mark Taylor… deceased.

I'm… dead?

How many do you know survived that crash?

Now I think of it, I dunno much who didn't survive that crash either.

If you die, Randy will join you?

Not necessarily. If he actually pulls through, and I don't, he'll be miserable forever.

But if you live, and he dies, you'll be miserable forever.

I don't want this. I don't want this gamble.

Life's not fair, Taylor. It's time for you to go.

I don't wanna go yet.

Well, make up your mind. I'm getting impatient.

I can't.

Well, then, I'll make it up for you.

No!

Then die. It's time.

No it's not.

Yes it is.

It isn't.

It is!"

It… ISN'T

IT IS

A/N: Lots to say: Boy, I can really draw parallel between me and the two kids now. I feel the same way. I dunno what I'm gonna do. Before I give results, I need to give thanks. Your reviews are really appreciated. Though the decision still is not final, I have a pretty good idea where this story can head. I need to thank few readers.

Baxxie and Mischieftheblackwolf, for giving a strong case in both their defense.

Randy Taylor for the idea of threatening Mark. Great idea and I decided to use it.

Syrusfanatic12 for the idea of how Tim and Jill will react.

Syracusethedog, for giving me the idea of threatening Randy and starting this whole fiasco by PM. I am convinced now whatever happens, I had a lot of fun writing this.

If majority ruled, Randy would die. But the opposing side is strong in votes and in points well made. Both sides made great points. The best ones came from the readers wanting them both to die, those wanting them to live, and those who want Randy alone dead.

I certainly know what I'd like to do. But, I take readers into account. I wouldn't be me if I didn't. This is why I PMed some of you. One of the voters who wanted them both to live is me. But I'm the author. If my opinion didn't count, considering it already has loads of influence on the story, the results would be different. Randy would die. If I can't let both live, I'd let both die, because it would be cruel to kill both of them when, as some readers put it, they established a bond. Putting that into thought, it would be cruel to let them both die as well, though less so than killing one.

I have no idea when this story will end anymore. You have all given me great ideas and for that, I am deeply grateful. Thank you all.