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Chapter 25: "You're Gonna Be Fine Greg, I Promise"
"NICK! NICK ITS GREG! DON'T HANG UP ITS GREG!" was the first thing that Greg shouted into the phone once he heard the familiar voice.
Instantly hearing the shouting had fully awakened Nick from his sleep, but even if that hadn't done the trick, hearing the voice on the other line would have on its own. "Greg! Greg, are you okay? What's going on man?" he immediately asked.
"Nick listen, I'm at this new house alone and I got out of the chair that I was tied to so I decided to call you and I have no idea what to do and I fuckin need help," Greg began to simultaneously blurt out before he was cut off by Nick.
"Greg, slow down alright!" Nick firmly said. "You're speaking too fast; I can't understand what you're saying."
Greg stood there for a second with this incredulous look on his face surprised that Nick couldn't comprehend a damn thing that he was saying. Rephrasing and summing up the focal point of what he had just said, Greg shouted back at Nick, "I need help!"
"Are you okay?" he automatically asked out of concern once he heard Greg though it didn't exactly register with himself what he just asked.
Hearing Nick ask this, frustration quickly began to overcome Greg as he figured that this was the stupidest question that Nick could have asked. "NO I'M NOT OKAY!" Greg bluntly shouted back. "Nick listen I don't know what the hell to do and I don't know when Calvin's going to be back!"
"Wait," Nick cut off once again. "You're still in the house? Greg you need to get out of that house right now!" Nick sternly ordered.
"And go where!" Greg snapped back in frustration. "I don't know where the hell I'm at and I can't take this stupid house phone with me; the call will drop after 500 feet!"
"Greg I'm telling you, you need to get out of that house right now!" Nick firmly ordered again hoping to get this concept through into Greg's panicked mind. "You have a chance to escape and you need to take it! You said it your self, you don't know when Calvin's going to be back, but you sure as hell don't want to be there when he does."
"Nick I just want you to trace the call and come find me," Greg then desperately yet pathetically begged into the phone. "I don't know what to do," he continued to hopelessly admit.
It was now that Nick was finally able to hear the fear in Greg's voice. "Greg I know you're confused right now and I know you just want this to be over and it almost is I swear. But you need to help your self too okay. I really need you to leave that house right now I want you to go to a neighbor's house or a gas station, just somewhere where you can safely hide. I want you to leave this phone on though and I'm going to trace this call just so we can have an idea on your location and when you can safely call us, I want you to and them we'll come and get you," Nick calmly yet sternly ordered with confidence.
"What if I can't find a place to go to?" Greg doubtfully questioned.
"Greg hide under the house if you fuckin need to I just really need you to get out of that house," Nick desperately pleaded. "Do you really want Calvin to find you right now? Think about it; you've almost obtained freedom, do you really want Calvin to take that from you again?" he then added so to further convince Greg.
At this moment, his heart rate was beating so fast that he could feel it throughout his whole body. Adrenaline kicking in once again, Greg turned his attention toward the front door and as his eyes locked with the door handle, it didn't take much convincing beyond that point for him to leave. "Alright, I'm leaving,"
"Good," Nick gratefully encouraged. "Call the lab as soon as you can alright. You're going to be fine Greg."
The encouragement in Nick's voice was uplifting and hopeful and for the first time since his abduction, Greg felt safe. Setting the phone down on the kitchen counter, he then swiftly made his way toward the front door and immediately unlocked it. As his hand clutched the door knob though, it was then that movement on the other side of the door had caught his eye. It didn't take long to register what exactly he was looking at and in that very instant, hope drastically hit rock bottom. Greg tried as he may to disbelieve what he was seeing. His eyes followed in dreadful fear and agony as a black Crown Victorian pulled into the driveway and simultaneously, he could feel his hollow heart beat increase. Locking the door and turning on his heel, he rushed back over to the kitchen counter and his extended forward to grab the phone.
"NICK THEY'RE BACK! THEY'RE FUCKIN BACK I CAN'T LEAVE!" Greg shouted into the phone; his voice on the verge of tears.
"WHAT?" Nick shouted back in disbelief. "You're sure?"
"Why the hell wouldn't I be sure about this Nick?" Greg snapped back at him once again hearing another stupid question. "What do I do?" he desperately asked, his voice quivering with fear.
Immediately Nick became filled with panic too. With Greg having this chance to escape and seeing it taken away from him so easily, not only was it frustrating but utterly terrifying. Nick desperately wanted to help his friend, but at this moment, there wasn't anything that he could do. He tried to offer what he could though, even though it was a lot at all. "Greg you need to hide your self; make sure that they won't be able to find you."
Even though his adrenaline had already kicked in, at this moment, it had reached new heights, especially after he heard the sound of three car doors shutting. "Alright," Greg said into the phone as he quickly began to scope out for a place to hide. He ran down the hall way to the very end and entered the room that he though was a bedroom. As he opened the door, he found out that he was right but he didn't care about that. As he shut the door behind him, he could see to his left that there were two doors which he immediately walked over to. The first door had led into a bathroom and the second one led into a walk in closet. Seeing that in the corner there were large jackets hanging up, he figured that if he hid behind them, they would cover him up and hide him nicely for the time being.
Choosing the closet, he made his way into it and shut the door behind him and comfortably buried himself into the corner behind the coats. Feeling some what safe for the moment, he then put the phone to his ear and began to whisper into it. "Hey Nick, I found a coat closet to hide in and I also found a gun earlier so I'll be able to defend my self. Are you tracing the call right now?"
Nick was happy to hear that Greg was able to find a place to hide but not only that, he found a way to protect himself. "That's really great Greg," Nick quickly applauded but then returned his attention back to Greg's question. "Answering your question though, Archie is running the trace now and he's almost got a hit."
A heavy sigh of relief attacked Greg's breath once he heard this. He figured that if Nick found where he was and if he remained hidden until he got here then in no time, this could all be over for him. "Thank you," Greg then gratefully added.
Having talked to Greg only a few hours ago and realizing that hope had been completely obliterated from Greg's conscience, Nick wasn't shy to the fact that this was the first time that he had heard hope in Greg's voice. "I told you we were going to find you Greg. Just make sure you keep quiet alright so Calvin doesn't find you. Once Archie locates a trace, we're gonna get a helicopter down there right away and we'll all come get you okay."
"Okay," Greg silently said with a relaxed voice, but that sense of fear hadn't left him though. In fact, once he heard that front door open, his fear had hitched. He knew that as long as he stayed quiet and invisible that he could be fine, but just because he could remain invisible didn't mean that he would.
David was the first person to enter the house, seeming that it was his home and walking in, he went over to the kitchen a sat down his bag of groceries and supplies on the counter. As he set down the bags though, he noticed something that was very peculiar. "Hey Calvin," David said.
Following behind David into the kitchen, Calvin was putting away the case of beer that he bought, but hearing the unsteady tone in David's voice, once he set down the beer, he shut the fridge door and looked over at him. "What," he bluntly said.
"You need to look at this," he simply stated and seeing Calvin make his way over to stand by him, he then pointed at the mystery stain on his kitchen counter. "What's that?" he simply questioned.
The stain was the color of a light crimson red and it looked as if it had just been smeared. "I think that's blood," Calvin quizzically suggested.
While David and Calvin were looking at the blood on the counter, Mark was making his way toward the bathroom, but as he approached the room, he noticed that the light was on and once he entered the room, he saw the soaking wet sink, a strip of duct tape on the floor, and small amount of blood. Instantly he knew of the only possibility where this could have come from. Leaving the bathroom, he turned to his right and made his way to the room that their captive was kept, but once he saw the missing door, he knew exactly what had happened.
"Calvin," Mark frantically called. "What the fuck happened to the door?"
As soon as Calvin heard this, he turned around and ran toward his captive's room. Carelessly shoving Mark out of the way, he ran to the room and stopped at the door frame and once he saw the broken chair on the floor with his captive no longer in it, Calvin became utterly enraged. "That fuckin prick got away!" he screamed at the top of his lungs as he threw a punch against one of the walls.
Still silently remaining hidden in the closet, Greg was struggling to remain quiet at this moment. Clearly hearing Calvin's enraged outburst, Greg's accursed conscience kept contemplating if Calvin would find him and if he did, what exactly he would do to him. "Nick… I'm scared," Greg pathetically admitted with a quivering voice.
Hearing Greg's confession, it really had presented to Nick his level of fear he was battling. "Greg, I know you are, but you're doing a great job. You just need to tell yourself that Calvin isn't going to find you and that we'll be on our way in just a minute or two. You're going to be fine Greg, I promise," Nick confidently assured.
The hope that Nick held in this situation, Greg no where near felt as confident. Fear and doubt were consuming his mind and he constantly was questioning whether or not Calvin would find him. What would he do if someone found him? Yes he was holding a gun in his hand but would he really use it if he had to? His mind was playing ruthless tricks on him and he almost couldn't take the mental torment, especially after hearing another one of Calvin's outbursts.
"Fuck," Calvin screamed at the top of his voice. "God Dammit, he got away! What the fuck do we do now?" he shouted as he turned to Mark as if he could fix the problem for him. When Mark had just given him an absent, blank stare though, frustration overcame Calvin and he stormed off into the living room. Needing a way to release his fury, he picked up the first thing that his eye caught and as he hand grasped one of the empty beer bottles from last night, without a second though, he threw it against the wall. The force behind his throw sent shards of glass flying everywhere and after seeing the minor explosion, Calvin finally took a seat on the couch and as he did, his head immediately dropped into his hands as frustration and failure quickly overtook his conscience.
Mark could easily sense Calvin's distraught nature and so he walked over to him and sat on the couch as well. Being Calvin's closest friend, he was there for him when he went through everything with Aaron's trial and death five years ago. He also understood when Calvin had also presented his need to commit his vengeful plot to kidnap a CSI in order to avenge his brother's death. Mark knew of all the time and effort that Calvin had put into this plan and not only that, he put his heart into it. At this moment, Mark knew that Calvin felt as if he had failed, as if there was nothing that he could do to fix what he had created. Everything he had worked for was over, and there was nothing that Calvin could do about it.
Seeing Mark sitting over with Calvin trying his best to comfort him, David decided to leave the two of them to them selves so he headed down the hall toward his bedroom. As he approached the door though, reaching for the handle, he saw something unexpected yet coincidentally familiar. There was a crimson smudge surrounding the door knob and David had a hunch growing that he knew where it had come from. Without mentioning anything to Calvin or Mark, he decided to check out his bedroom.
Sitting in silence for a bit, the comfort of his hiding place kept him relaxed, but once he heard a door open that sounded dangerously close, both Greg's heart rate and breathing began to increase. The footsteps that he could hear outside of the closet sounded as if they were getting closer to him, but with the sound on another door opening, Greg had figured that it was one of his kidnappers entering the bathroom. There was an eerie echo that had reached his own ear as he felt each step that his kidnapper took as the heel clicked against the tiled floor. It was another factor that had contributed to Greg's increase of breathing and as he heard the footsteps stop, he knew he needed to silence himself as well.
Placing a hand over his mouth to cover his breath, he had quickly removed his hand when he felt a painful sting around his lips. Greg hadn't noticed that his lips had been bleeding and it took him a minute to realize that it was probably from when he had ripped the tape from his lips just a few minutes ago. As Greg shined the faint green light from the phone over his hand though, he then saw that there was actually a decent amount of blood on his hand. After seeing this, the first thought that entered his mind was that he hoped he didn't leave any blood around the house.
The stinging from his lips though still didn't stop him from making sure he remained quiet. Which ever one of his kidnappers it was, they were still in the bathroom, and at this moment, there was only a wall that had separated the two of them. Greg kept strictly calm and silent and made sure that there wasn't going to be anything that was going to get the attention of the presence on the other side of this wall. But then in a matter of second, four little words ruined it all.
"We got a trace," Nick yelled in excitement, though he was oblivious to the fact that silence was the key to Greg's survival at this point, and had he known it, he had just exposed his secret and secure hiding place.
As David stood silently in the bathroom, listening to the silent air, it was the most obvious sound in the world when he had heard static yelling coming from the next room; the closet. Leaving the bathroom, David turned to his left to face the door that led to the closet and as he began to reach for the handle, he stopped and a huge grin became plastered on his face. Covering the door knob yet again he saw the crimson smudges of blood, and he knew exactly who it belonged to, and he knew exactly who was on the other side of this door. Instantly, David was filled with indescribable excitement once he began to think about his terrified captive pathetically hiding in his closet.
On the other side of the door, the fear that David was imagining was in fact a reality to Greg. Sitting in the closet, knowing that the door was going to fly open any second, he was shaken with adrenaline and petrified out of his mind. He dreaded the anticipation of seeing his captor that now had him trapped again, and also knowing that there would be a hefty consequence for trying to escape. Greg was stuck again, but then again, the gun in his hands was starting to call to him. As he looked at the black gun under the soft green glow from the house phone light, he realized that this was his last resort, and that it needed to be used if he was going to have a chance to save him self.
Still staring at the gun, his attention was then broken as he heard the sound of a hand firmly grasping a door knob. With his heart beating faster then ever, Greg took a firm grasp of the gun, placed his fingers on the trigger and clicked off the safety. Finally, standing up out of the corner and in plain sight, he stood tall and stretched out his arm, holding the gun straight in front of him. There was a courage he presented in his stance, but he knew he was showing off more bravado then what he felt. His muscles were shaking, his palms started to get sweaty, and he felt like he was about to throw up.
The weakness that was building up, Greg knew it was his conscience already announcing his guilt in his actions that he was about to commit. The guilt in his conscience was screaming "How can you do this, how can you be willing to resort yourself to killing someone?" But at this moment, it was a desperate fight for his life over death, and with desperate actions come desperate measures. In his mind, in defense against the guilt, his conscience retorted "But why wouldn't you kill someone who is trying to kill you? And if it means that you get to save your life, then you've killed the person who tried to take away your life. You've gotten this far and your almost at a point of freedom, so why not take it?"
Firmly clutching the door knob, David finally started to turn it, and in one quick movement flung open the door. The image of Calvin's scared and timid captive quivering on the floor below him was the sight that he had hoped for, but what he got in return was nothing that he had expected.
The door swung open in an instantaneous flash, and he saw the black silhouette of the figure standing before him, and blocking his exit and only means of escape. With the gun in his hand, and guilt in his conscience blocked, his first intention was to shoot, and that is exactly what Greg did regardless of which one of his captors was standing in the door way. With one shot after another, adrenaline and fear forcing his fingers to squeeze the trigger, he fired all six rounds of bullets in the loaded gun.
An attack without a second thought imbedded its self into David's chest. Fiery pain exploded throughout his chest as all six bullets pierced vital arteries and shredded his muscles and skin. As each bullet hit him, as a reflex, it threw his body back, and he ended up landing on his bed. And after he hit the soft mattress, with blood oozing through his open wounds, he instantly bled out, the mattress soaking up all the blood, and he drew his final breath. In seconds, David Carson was dead.
With his violent actions and the graphic display that took place in front of him, Greg started to panic again. He stared at the dead corpse that was bleeding out on the bed before him, and realizing that this was now the second man he had killed, it would only further haunt his conscience. But he pulled him self back into the present, instead of dwelling on the massacre that he just preformed against this poor man that he despised, he dropped the now useless gun and ran out of the closet. Scrambling, not knowing what to do, his gaze became fixed upon the window, and in an act of improvising, he made a mad dash for it and started to open it, knowing that this could very well be his only escape.
With Cal loathing in the misfortune of his captive escaping, and Mark sitting next to him, trying to offer some means of assurance, they were both rightfully distracted by the demanding sound of six continuous gun shots. Hearing that they had come from David's bedroom, they both stood up and ran toward his room wanting to know the means of the sudden use for a gun.
"Dave, what the hell happened," Mark started to shout before he entered the room, but once he saw his room, a scream of anger and agony resounded the room. "Oh my God, DAVID!" screamed Mark in agonizing hysterics as he ran over and saw him lying on the bed in his lifeless and bleeding form.
When Calvin entered the room though, his glance immediately caught the sight of his captive, who he thought got away, was about half way out the window and was just a push off the ledge away from actually escaping. Without a second's worth of hesitance, Calvin bolted over to Greg and with desperate, grabby hands, he wrapped his fingers tightly around Greg's the roots of his hair and viciously yanked him back.
The moment that his eyes had locked with the window, it was like tunnel vision had attacked his eye sight. There was nothing else around him except for that window; his escape. It had unfortunately taken him a moment to shuffle open the stiff window open, but the second that he realized that he could fit between the frame he pulled himself up and got his legs out of the window. It was at this moment that he was about to push himself off the ledge and continue his escape on foot across the unknown terrain of the desert, but it was also at this moment that he felt a strong hand grab onto the roots of his short hair and forcibly pull back. Instantly, Greg fell into the momentum and easily lost his balance, and as he fell backwards onto the floor, he fell right into the view of his furious kidnapper towering over him.
The consequences that Greg had expected earlier had now presented them selves, and before he could blink, he felt the forceful and excruciating pain of a workman's boot harshly kicking him in the side of his face. The piercing pain made an anguished cry escape his vocal cords. He rolled onto his side and held his throbbing and bruising face in his hand, but as he did so, another kick was brought upon his body, and this time near his lower back, just missing his kidneys. The unbearable torment had returned and the pain wasn't shy to make it's self presentable. Tears had started to form in his eyes again and his body began to shake with vicious tremors. Though had he known it, Calvin was now the least of his worries.
Mark was still next to David and holding the bleeding corpse against his body, careless to the fact that it was staining his clothes. The denial in his mind against loosing his best friend, he was thinking that if he held on tight enough, David would come back. With tears streaming down his face, holding the bloody and limp figure, reality was starting to set into his conscience. Reality now returning, the current grief that he was dwelling in was now being replaced with rage. His sad gaze was replaced with fury, and a demonic glare was fixed on the petrified man that was lying on the floor.
Mark dropped David's limp body back onto the blood soaked bed and stormed over to Greg. With his sanity over taken, he unexpectedly shoved Calvin out of the way and brought in another forceful kick against Greg's broken body, kicking him with an even stronger force then Calvin ever dared to inflict. His first kick landed on his back as well, just this time, he hit his kidneys, which forced an excruciating scream to escape Greg's throat. Mark then stepped over Greg and with a kick with the same force, he kicked him in his stomach and then again in his chest.
When Mark had kicked him in the stomach and chest, it was an agony that had taken away his breath. The force behind the vindictive blow not only took his breath from him but it had also distorted his chest in a way where Greg could only assume that a rib had finally broken. There was also the flavor of thick, metallic blood forming in his mouth but at this moment, he couldn't depict whether it was just a bloody lip or worse internal bleeding. Regardless of what caused the blood, Greg knew that he was hurt and badly. His mind felt heavy and groggy and his body felt numb. All he felt he could do was lay there and pray that the beatings would stop, but it didn't take long for Greg to conclude that his prayer went unheard. When he felt his beaten body being rolled onto his back, Greg knew that the worst was about to come.
Once he rolled Greg onto his back, the fear in his eyes longingly called to Mark, and he longed to show no mercy. Mark straddled his weight on Greg's broken chest to further constrict his already pained and limited breathing and in a swift motion he grabbed his gun from his waistband. As his hand took a firm clasp of his Colt 45, he saw Greg's eyes glisten with terror which was exactly what he wanted to see. Taking his left hand, he clasped it around Greg's neck and deftly cut off Greg's air and when he tried to take in that desperately deprived gasp, it was then that Mark shoved the barrel of the revolver into Greg's mouth and released the safety. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't blow you fuckin brains out right here to stupid fuck!" Mark screamed at Greg, mere inches from his face and his sense of humanity completely obliterated from his being.
Calvin was in a state of utter shock at the moment, first with Mark shoving him out of the way, but now, this was something that was completely different and unexpected, and Calvin simply didn't know how to respond to it. It was clear that sanity had completely abandoned Mark and he was now trapped in a dark place of seethe and rage. There wasn't the slightest part of him that doubted if Mark was going to pull that trigger, and that was something that he wasn't going to let happen. "Mark, take the gun out of his mouth now!" Calvin cautiously screamed at him.
"Why should I? This fuckin piece of shit doesn't deserve to live!" Mark yelled back in loathing hate. It was then that his finger began to waiver on the trigger, feeling that he was just mere seconds from pulling it.
Seeing this very reaction out of Mark, Calvin began to get worried, fearing that Mark was really going to kill Greg. "MARK! I SAID DROP THE FUCKIN GUN!" Calvin forcefully ordered him with a stern and intimidating glare as he now pulled out his own gun and fixed it upon Mark.
As soon as Mark saw this, he looked up at Calvin with painful eyes that pleaded for sympathy but seeing the stern unchanging glare in Calvin's eyes, he knew that this wasn't the way that he was going to be able to get vengeance against Greg. Mark then regretfully removed the gun from Greg's mouth, but he didn't drop it. Still holding a firm grip on the gun, he started to pistol whip Greg in the face, and immediately, once he started to do this, he didn't get more then three hits in before Calvin forcibly ripped his body off of Greg.
"CALVIN LET GO OF ME GOD DAMMIT!" Mark shouted back in anger as he tried to wriggle loose of his firm grasp.
"NO! YOU'RE GOING TO KILL HIM!" Calvin screamed back once again in fury.
Viciously struggling against Calvin, Mark finally broke free of his hold and once again launched himself back on Greg. Instantly, Greg tried to escape from him and his grasp with his nails digging into the floor boards, but it was a futile effort. As Mark grabbed his ankle, he yanked his body back toward him and straddled Greg's body once again. With tears now streaming from his cheeks, he threw a rage induced punch to the side of Greg's face, followed by another, followed by another. It was then that he screamed back at Calvin, "I DON'T FUCKIN CARE IF I KILL HIM!" With his glare fixed firmly on Greg's eyes again, he started to scream at him, mere inches from his face, "YOU FUCKIN BASTARD YOU SHOT DAVID! YOU KILLED HIM! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER!"
With Mark still not getting off of Greg, Calvin finally resorted to grabbing the collar on Mark's shirt and he jerked back hard, throwing his body back to the floor. He then started to try and drag Mark away from Greg, but in a quick action, Mark thrust his foot forward and kicked Greg right in the balls.
Greg just lied on the floor numb from all the pain that he had just experienced in the matter of minutes, but the pain in his body disappeared for a short while as he felt the searing anguish from a strong foot kicking him square in the balls. His body doubled over, the breath was stolen from him again, and he felt a fresh wave of tears forming in his eyes.
Finally having Mark away from Greg, he was now trying to calm him down, but deep inside, he knew that there wasn't much that he could do. Knowing this despair that Mark was now suffering through, knowing the feeling of the tragic loss of a brother, it was a feeling that was indescribable. "Mark, I know you're angry but you can't kill him, not yet."
"I don't fuckin care about this anymore! That fuckin piece of shit just killed David, and I swear to God, I'm gonna fuckin kill him now!" Mark threatened in his vengeful agony.
As Calvin was listening to Mark go on about his means to kill Greg, he started to hear something. "Mark, be quiet for a second," he asked as he listened to the seemingly silent room. "Do you hear that," he then questioned hearing what he thought sounded like static again.
"It's just the fuckin pussy boy crying again," Mark mocked with hatred in his voice.
"No it's not that, just shut the fuck up Mark," Calvin quickly snapped back quickly returning the room back to its silence. After waiting for a few more seconds, both he and Mark had heard the static, and so did Greg.
Greg knew what the static noise was that Calvin was referring to, and he then realized that the phone was still on and that Nick was still on the other line, which meant that he had just heard everything that had just happened. He hated thinking about what Nick must have been feeling while listening to everything, not knowing what was really happening, but what Nick was thinking right now was the least of his worries. Calvin had found the phone, and if he was the smart man that he has proved to be, then he would probably be able to put two and two together and he would realize that Nick was on the phone and that he was on long enough for him to run a trace and find out where he was at. The consequences for trying to escape were painful enough, so what would happen to him if Calvin realized that Nick knew where he was at?
Calvin had heard the static coming over from the closet, and so he walked over there to find the source of the strange noise. Once he walked into the dark room, he saw a green glow on the floor and as he picked it up, he saw that it was the house phone from the kitchen. Then while holding the phone, a familiar voice started to speak. "Greg. Are you there? Is everything okay man? Greg what happened?" Calvin heard Nick asking in a scared confusion.
Realizing that Greg had called Nick, it sent both anger and absolute fear coursing through him. He silently pressed the end button, and doing so, he then saw two things flashing on the screen. One of them was a phone number, a number he had recognized as Nick's cell phone number, and then he saw the time flashing, which told him how long Greg had the phone on for; the flashing numbers read 10:27. Connecting the two pieces of information together, he concluded that Greg had called Nick and doing so, he probably had Nick run a trace on the house, seeming that he would have had plenty of time to do so.
Greg was still lying on the floor and was simply praying that Calvin didn't realize that Nick was on the phone. Though as he heard footsteps starting to approach him, the harsh tremors that shook his body started to return, and he was only dreading what Calvin would now do to him.
As Calvin approached Greg, he noticed that his presence had sent a terror through him, and it only further stirred the assumption in his mind of I know what you're hiding? He finally stopped and stood over Greg, scrutinizing him with intimidating eyes. "So, you were talking to Nicky huh?" he asked.
As Calvin asked this, Greg could hear in his voice that he was playing an innocent oblivion, but as he watched him mess with the phone in his hands and heard the incentive in his voice, Greg knew that he already knew the answer. So choosing not to answer Cal, he remained silent.
"I see, your silence says it all," Calvin replied, but then proceeded with another question. "And did you have Nick run a trace on the house?"
Calvin's smarts once again shined through unfortunately and he figured out what the phone call to Nick was basically meant for. This was the question that Greg dreaded and he knew that he couldn't lie to Cal with this one, but he didn't want to admit the truth either. His mind was once again clouded with thoughts of what Calvin might do to him, for he not only tried to escape, but Nick now knows where he is at, and a grim fear was setting into his mind thinking about what the punishment for his actions would be this time. At this moment, Greg was absolutely petrified, and continued to remain silent.
With his silence continuing, Calvin could only smile. He could tell that this was exactly what Greg didn't want to have him find out, and with doing so, he could feel the fear in his captive. "I'll take that as a yes. So Greg, why were you trying to escape?" Cal began to mock again.
Greg heard the mock in his voice again and as before he continued to remain silent. His fear written eyes had held their glance with Calvin's for a while, but as Calvin started to reach behind his back for something, his concentration was broken. He intensively watched Calvin, looking to see what he was reaching for, and he soon realized what it was as soon as his eyes meet the slick black metal in his hands.
Seeing the gun, an automatic and desperate plea began to try to reason with this madman's sympathy. "No Calvin, please don't shoot me please! I'm sorry, please, please don't shoot me!"
Listening to Greg's pathetic pleading brought about smug pride in Calvin. This was something that he enjoyed hearing, but regardless of hearing the pleas, the words meant nothing to him, and Greg's pleas went unheeded. With his finger hovering over the trigger, it began to call to him, and without a second thought, Calvin fired the gun.
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CJaMes12: I loved your prediction, it was a really good one and it completely seemed like something I would write… but alas, I did not. I hope you enjoyed the actual result though.
CSI001: Thanks for helping me reach 200 reviews :D! It really did mean a lot!
StarlitWave10: Ummm… I think your reading a bit much into it. Just because he has tape over his mouth doesn't mean that he can't make any noise, it's just that he can't coherently speak. When Greg was yelling and laughing, he still did it, just with tape over his mouth ha ha. Oh and I was worried if people would think I was weird for going into such detail with that scene, but I'm glad to see that you enjoyed it :D!
dolxxx: Wow… I'm the first person that you've ever reviewed a story for… I guess that is some kind of honor then ha ha. Thank you so much and I'm really happy to see that you are enjoying my story so much. Thanks for the review and I hope to hear from you again :D!
So major thanks to all of my readers especially the ones who have favorited my story, alerted my story, and not only that, but for all the reviews. A lot of people told me that I shouldn't post my story on this website before I did last year, but after seeing the results from all my readers, I couldn't be happier that I did. Thank you for all the support that you guys have given me and I really hope that you'll follow this story till the very end :D!