The Young and the Dramatic: Season Two
Episode 2: Hatchet Plans a Rescue Mission
"Duncan?"
Duncan Abraham's eyes fluttered open, and he saw light once more. His vision was fuzzy for a while, but when it cleared, he saw the caring eyes of Bridgette standing next to his hospital bed.
"Where am I?" Duncan asked, leaning to get up, but Bridgette pushed him back down.
"Don't get up," Bridgette replied, "You're in the hospital,"
"Why—"
Suddenly, Duncan's eyes widened, "Oh no; Blaineley! We have to stop her! She's going to—"he blinked, and looked around.
"Duncan, Blaineley's dead," Bridgette finally spilled the beans, causing a look of amazement to spread across Duncan's face.
The helicopter's motor continued to work as it flew over the island resort owned by none other than Chris McLean.
"How can we be sure that McLean's done there," Jo asked Hatchet, who was currently piloting the helicopter.
Hatchet turned to face Jo with a serious face, "Trust me; he's down there. It's nice and inclusive. Remember, McLean's a coward. He's always running off,"
"Amen," Jo nodded in agreement. She pulled out her gun and cocked it, "When I see that monster, he's going to pay,"
"Relax," Hatchet snapped, "We can't kill him. It's not the way of the law,"
"I don't really care at the moment,"
"You should,"
"Blaineley's what?" Duncan repeated with a look of amazement on his face.
Bridgette now took a seat on a wooden chair, and pulled it up next to Duncan's bed, "I shot her. I killed Blaineley,"
"You did what?"
"After you were shot, Blaineley tried to stab me with a knife. But I got her gun, and I shot her," Bridgette announced.
"God," Duncan said, letting the news register. After a few minutes, a smile, "You're OK, Summers,"
"These are the DJ's that I know pretty well," Anne Maria Gallucci said, handing the list to Heather, and then sat down at her desk.
By day, Anne Maria was a wedding planner, and owned her own business. And by night, she was spending time with her jock boyfriend, Lightning. Right now, she was with her two aspiring clients: Heather Carmichael and Justin Foreman.
"I really appreciate you doing all of this," Heather said with a smile.
Anne Maria waved it away, "Oh girl, and its fine! Remember, in the end, you're the one paying me," she chuckled, but then realized Heather and Justin were just staring at her, "Uh, I'm gonna go get some paperwork, OK?"
As she left, Justin turned to his fiancée.
"I'm so glad that we're doing this," he said, taking Heather's hand into his own.
"I am too," Heather replied, causing a huge smile to spread across her face, "I really am,"
Hatchet kicked opens the door to the helicopter, and hopped out, and then grabbed his gun. He looked across the helicopter, expecting to see Jo, but however, she was already charging towards the cabin door.
"What are you doing?" Hatchet shouted, "Get back here!"
"I'm going to kill that little bastard," Jo muttered as she jumped onto the cabin's porch. She then kicked down the log door, and it swung open. Jo stepped in, and Hatchet was right behind her.
However, the door swung shut right after her, locking Hatchet out.
"So how long have I been out?" Duncan asked as Bridgette and he had settled the fact that Blaineley was now gone and dead.
"A couple of days," Bridgette responded, "I don't know what the leads are in the case, but what I do now is that Katie's missing,"
Duncan's eyes widened, "Wait, Katie as in short little Katie?"
"Yep," Bridgette nodded, "Hatchet and Jo are trying to find her,"
"That's sort of strange, don't you think?" Duncan asked, "I wonder where she is,"
Inside the cabin, Jo realized that it was pitch black.
Suddenly, muffled cries and shrieks were heard, and Jo spun around, only to see a light turn on. There was Chris, sitting in a chair, and holding a gun straight at Katie's head.
"Hello there Jo," Chris smirked, "It's lovely to see you,"
Jo groaned, "What the hell do you think you're gaining by doing any of this, McLean?"
"Nothing by killing Katie, of course," he pointed towards one of his hostages, "That really does nothing,"
"What—"
Chris raised an eyebrow, "But by killing you, of course, that doesn't plenty," he raised the gun, and pointed it straight at Jo.
Before Jo could react, Chris shot the gun, causing her to stumble up against the wall in shock, unconscious. The bullet has gotten her in the thigh, but the impact of hitting herself against the wall had knocked her out.
Outside, Hatchet heard the gun shot, and finally he couldn't take it anymore.
He literally kicked down the door, and ran in only to see Chris still sitting in his chair with the gun pointed at Katie, who was still on the verge of tears.
"Ah, Hatchet," Chris chuckled, "I was wondering when you could join us,"
Justin raised an eyebrow, "Heather, can I say something?"
"Sure honey," Heather smiled.
"I want to get married," Justin said, squeezing Heather's hand, "and fast,"
Heather nearly dropped the file full of papers onto the floor, which would've scattered Anne Maria's papers all over the floor. She gasped, and looked at her fiancé.
"How fast are we talking about?" Heather asked.
"Next week,"
Heather gasped yet again.
"Next week?" she repeated, amazed with what she was hearing.
"Jo," Hatchet said; his eyes widened when he saw that she was leaning against the wall with a bullet in her leg, and unconscious.
"It's too late for her," Chris said, standing up, "And maybe I'll let you live, since we're buddies,"
Hatchet pointed the gun at Chris, "Sit back down. I know it was you. You killed Pam,"
"Oh, don't get ahead of yourself. You were the one who was driving," Chris said, putting a hand on his hip, "You are the killer of your own wife,"
"You hired the man to run into us," Hatchet snapped back.
"Oh," Courtney suddenly let out, letting her appearance be known.
"Sh," Ezekiel said to her, and then looked back up to watch the entire ordeal go on between his father and Wawanakwa's finest.
Hatchet shook his head, "And I'm not going to let you hurt anybody more!" He lifted up the gun, and was about to pull the trigger when Chris pressed his first.
The bullet skidded by Hatchet, almost hitting him. While he was dazed, Chris ran past Hatchet and out the door and into the yard.
When Hatchet regained consciousness, he ran out the door after McLean. Chris had already reached the helicopter, and was climbing in.
Over the radio, he announced, "Better luck next time Hatchet!"
The helicopter's propellers were beginning to spin as Hatchet chased after them. However, a scream was heard from back in the cabin.
"Help me!" Courtney shrieked out in pain.
"What now?" Hatchet shouted back into the cabin, stopping in his tracks.
Courtney's shrieks stopped, and then began again after a few seconds. As Hatchet listened to her scream, he looked back, and then at Chris who was starting to fly away.
"No," Hatchet said, taking glances to both predicaments.
Finally, Chris's helicopter managed to lift off, and soon flew away from the island, stranding the five left on the island.
"Damn it," Hatchet snapped, and walked back towards the cabin, while it was beginning to rain. He stepped onto the porch steps, and leaned against the door frame for support, "What is it?"
While Ezekiel was checking on Jo, Katie was holding a tissue from a box up to Courtney's head.
"It's the baby," Courtney said, looking up to Hatchet, "It's coming,"
Next on the Young and the Dramatic…
Zoey's eyes lit up, and she smiled back, "Hi there. I'm Zoey,"
"Mike," he said, smiling.
Anger overpowers excitement...
"What do you mean the baby is coming?" Hatchet snapped, "Not now!"
Revenge overpowers love…
"If I can't have her," Alejandro said, rubbing his hands together, "No one will,"
And death may overpower life…
"Oh God," Hatchet's eyes widened again, "It's turning blue. Something wrapped around its neck,"
A/N - Ah, the drama is intensifying and this is only the second episode! Next week, probably after Monday, it will settle over, and the newer storylines will kick in. I just wanted these first three days to wrap up season one's storylines. So anyway, yes, Courtney's baby is coming, but there will be some complications as you can tell from the previews. See you later!
-Reading10
