The Kidnap II

Chapter 26: The Chase

"Jeff, take Randy and go!" Olivia ordered. "I'm taking Mark and the kid!"

Jeffery seized Randy from the floor. Mark and Curly were taken by Olivia, and helped up. Jeffery gave Olivia a set of keys, and dragged Mark and Curly by the arms outside. The battle was being cleaned up, and Habbleman was fighting a new arrival, James.

"Don't have a helmet," Jeffery said pointedly. "Be careful, and do exactly what I tell you," Jeffery told Randy. They jumped on a motorcycle, and started the ignition. In seconds, Mark watched as Randy sped off with Jeffery.

Mark would be next of course. He and Curly were placed on Olivia's three-seat motorcycle, and Olivia started her own ignition. It revved to life, and in seconds, they were chasing behind Jeffery.

"Ever watched car chases?" Olivia yelled over the roar of the engine.

"No!" Curly said still a little weakly.

"You ok?" Mark asked Curly quietly as Olivia picked up speed.

Curly nodded slowly, "Kinda."

"We got company!" Olivia yelled, and surprisingly, a shot sounded, barely missing Mark. Mark could feel the heat of the bullet rush past his ears, and he covered his head in fear. Olivia looked back and saw Habbleman chasing them with wild, crazy eyes, gun pointing at them.

"Hang on!" she yelled, and she did a sharp swerve to the side, watching as Habbleman rushed past. She whipped a gun out, and shot in quick succession. Curly let a sigh of relief out as Habbleman fell off the bike and to the floor, bleeding from the shoulder. A further engine sounded from afar, sounding closer and closer, and in seconds, Jeffery arrived once more.

"Take the kids forward till you see Randy," Jeffery ordered. "He's waiting for you there. Habbleman can consider himself arrested." He looked over the fallen kidnapper, and kicked him. "Where's James?"

"DEAD!" Habbleman yelled maniacally. "I killed him! He's… DEAD!" He laughed maniacally, almost psychopathically, earning himself a further kick on the face. He took a gun from his belt, and pointed it at Habbleman threateningly.

Habbleman kicked Jeffery from the ground, tripping him down. Jeffery and Habbleman were tussling over Jeffery's fallen gun, and Olivia was pointing her gun, moving it from one point to another, uncertain of when and where to shoot. Ultimately, Jeffery kicked a pivotal spot of Habbleman's body, and umped up, gun pointing at him again.

But alas, Mark never saw what happened. He only heard the gun sound, the bullet fire twice, and an angry yell he couldn't discern as Habbleman's or Jeffery's, but most probably the latter.

Olivia forced them on the motorcycle again, and sped off once more. The ride was short this time, because Randy wasn't a long way away. He was awaiting for them on the sidewalk, waving.

Olivia came to a slow halt, and got off, turning her engine off. As Mark and Randy hugged, a siren wailed, and soon paramedics arrived on the scene. Mark almost laughed in relief as what had happened just dawned on him. Habbleman was gone. James had died, but he recognized the doctor. It was Ross. The then-amateur doctor from the previous winter who had worked on Randy and Mark so hard, and through determination, saved them, even though his master insisted they were dead.

Ross looked through his glasses at them, nodding, acknowledging them. He laughed, "Are you always in trouble like this? Now you've gone and brought another with you?"

Curly was placed at the back, laying on a stretcher, to be worked on, and bullet fragments removed, and Mark and Randy were allowed to ride beside him in the back of the truck.

It seemed over. As a matter of fact, it was over. Habbleman was gone and they were safe. Olivia was riding back to oversee the cleanup. The battle had ended so quickly.

"You alright, Curls?" Randy asked calmly.

"Don't call me that," he answered weakly.

"Where does it hurt?" Mark asked.

"It's not so bad," Curly said, eyes half closed. "But I think my ribs are broken. Am I gonna die?"

Mark shook his head, "I don't think so. You didn't even fall unconscious. If Randy can live, you can. Just let them clean you up, and you'll be good as new."

A/N: Sorry I took so long to update. Work piled up, and I had a lost to take care of. When I thought I could update, the net died and never came back. It's still not back to tell the truth. I'm using bad internet right now. The kind that dies every few seconds. Hopefully, I'll have the last chapter up soon.