Walking Dead: Hidden Fortunes

Chapter 18 of my Walking Dead story, enjoy.

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Chapter 18

Shel bit her lip, waiting anxiously for any word. It was late, Becca should have been home by now.

'What happened to your promise David Reid?' She wondered bitterly, before her fears returned. 'Shit, what if I was right, what if he's done something to her...'

Just the thought of it made her break out in a cold sweat. She had already got changed, pulling on dark ripped jeans, a black hoodie and sneakers and was about to leave the house to go looking when the phone rang. Confused and more than a little worried, she turned and made her way towards it, hoping against hope that it was Becca.

She picked it up and answered. "Hello?"

"Miss Jones." A familiar voice growled. "You have something that we want."

She had only met the owner of said voice once, but she recognized it right away.

"Mr. Reid." She hissed, it was David's father.

"Yes, and we want that brooch, you know what we're talking about." He replied. "We have your sister, you know."

A cold pit formed in Shel's stomach, she could hear muffled yells in the background, it had to be Becca.

"What do you-?"

He replied sharply. "Don't play dumb, you know what we want, listen carefully, you bring the brooch to us here and we'll return your sister, understand."

Shel grimaced, but was confused. "I don't get it, all this over a brooch that isn't even that valuable, you-"

"Stupid girl, you have no idea how valuable it is." He scoffed. "But enough stalling, you come to us with the brooch, or you never see your precious little sister again."

With that he gave her an address and hung up.

Shel tried hard to control her breathing, this was getting out of hand now. They really were desperate to get their hands on her mother's brooch, for some strange reason. The pawn shop owner had even confirmed it wasn't that valuable, despite or perhaps because of, its age. But the Reid family seemed determined to have it, even now going so far as to kidnap Becca for it.

'God, what are they doing to her...I...I've made this worse.' She realized in dismay.

For it was true, the brooch wasn't actually missing, she had hidden it so Becca wouldn't take it on the date. She thought if Becca didn't have it then the date would just go normally and then she'd be able to find some way to prove the truth to Becca. But this, this was beyond anything she ever imagined. Heading upstairs to her room she opened the drawer of her bedside cabinet, then removed the false bottom to pull out the brooch, it rattled as she picked it up. As far as Shel could remember it always made a faint rattling noise when moved certain ways. She'd stopped paying attention to it. But now she wondered, was this was the Reid family meant. She was starting to wonder if maybe there was something inside the brooch and that was what they were after.

'But it's hopeless, it doesn't even open.' She thought to herself. 'Urgh, but I'm wasting time. I need to hurry, I need to save Becca...but I...I can't just...okay, I know what to do, I know just who to call.'

She needed help. Luckily she knew someone, a certain rookie cop who had recently made a name for herself, identifying and catching the hit and run driver who had killed Shel and Becca's parents in the car accident, on what was her first case after graduating from the academy.

Shel dialled the number and waited for them to answer.

"Molly, I need your help."

Shel took a deep breath, readying herself. Looking up at the building, a garage of sorts in the middle of a junkyard full of trashed cars. She just hoped that things would work out and, taking another deep breath she entered the building. At once she tensed, hearing the muffled screams as she saw Becca, tied up, tied to a metal support beam, a blindfold over her eyes and layers of tape covering her mouth. Her skirt had hiked up, showing the tops of her stockings and some thigh, but thankfully nothing more.

"About time you got here."

She turned to see David Reid and his parents, all three of them standing, surprisingly dressed up well for a bunch of kidnappers. David in a light green T-shirt with khaki pants and sneakers, his mother in a pink sweater with black pants and slip-ons and his father in an orange collared shirt, jeans and loafers.

"So..." Mr. Reid said, short and to the point.

Shel pulled the brooch from her pocket and held it up. "Here, this is it, now let my sister go."

"You think we're stupid." Mrs. Reid scoffed. "We're not doing anything until we know it's the real deal."

With that David approached her, Shel stepped back, wondering what Becca was thinking as she had gone quiet, no doubt hearing the talk that was happening.

"Give it to me." David demanded.

Shel handed it over and David examined it carefully, he then nodded to his parents.

"Alright then, go ahead, your sister is all yours." Mr. Reid said at last.

Shel turned and tried to run to Becca, but before she could she felt a sting in her arm and her body seemed to give way beneath her. She saw David standing over her, syringe in hand, before everything went black.

When she came to, the first thing she heard was the screaming.

"SHEL, SHEL, OH MY GOD!"

Blinking she groaned, then her eyes opened wide.

"Becca?!"

Becca was there, tied up, struggling, her gag and blindfold removed, eyes wide and brimming with tears, clearly panicked.

"AH, SHEL, WE GOTTA DO SOMETHING, WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

Shel started at that. "Becca, wha-?"

She stopped, freezing in sheer terror at two things, first she was tied up too, second, they were both in her car, which the crunching noise from behind them confirmed a terrifying fact. Looking through the windshield she could see the sky, and a large crane holding the car by the front. Looking behind her, she saw the mangled remains of the back, and the car crusher that her car was slowly being lowered into, with her and Becca trapped inside.

"Shit, shit." She hissed and began to struggle almost at once.

Becca freaked out again. "NO, SHEL!"

Grimacing Shel tugged at her bonds. "Becca, hold on, just hold on!"

"I'm sorry Shel, for everything, I mean it, I'm so-" Becca broke down.

"Becca no, we-"

But she was cut off by the sound of more crunching, yet more of the car was destroyed, another two or three movements like that and they would be crushed up too.

When the next one came, it was right behind them and Shel looked at Becca, fear settling into her, Becca was inconsolable with terror. But at that moment, the machine seemed to stop, then the car seemed to be being lifted out of the crushed.

"Shel?"

Shel gasped. "They, they made it."

Relief flooded Shel and she nodded encouragingly at Becca as finally, the car was set down and they were released from it, untied and, as the sisters hugged, they saw David and his family being taken away in cuffs. The police, led by Molly, had arrived and saved them, the nightmare was over at last.

End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.