Chapter Six
"Hello Dad?" Frank said into the receiver.
"Yes, son? I'm quite busy right now. Is there anything I can do for you?" Fenton said in an agitated tone.
Frank paused for a moment; not knowing whether it was right to tell him that Joe had took off again. He decided to play safe by telling his Dad about the website he discovered. He would deal with Joe's problems later.
"O yes. . You need to get home quick. We need to talk." Frank said firmly.
* * * Pete was pacing around the room. Smith was feeling quite dizzy at the moment. He was curious about the 'story'.
Pete suddenly stopped in his pacing. "The story comes."
"Amos joined your band a few years back. He was ecstatic then. He was a loyal fan of yours. Of course, I intervened. I told him it wouldn't be good for his career. He didn't believe me. He only believed in his passion for music. As the years went by, I've decided to stay close to him by becoming your manager. No one knew about our sibling relation. I saw the way you stole the limelight. Amos was just a backup. . Eventually, I planned to get rid of you. I placed the knife in the drum set and eventually when you pass by it during a part of the show, it will detect your movement and slice out right into your heart. Things went wrong. During the concert, Amos decided to shift the direction of the drum set. When he shifted, the knife pierced through his heart. . Now, I lost a brother and you will pay for this!"
Smith looked up after hearing the story. He could now see the obsidian eyes in Pete. He was staring at him with mock hatred, like a serial killer. .
* * *
Joe arrived at his destination. He paid for his cab fare and alighted. The rundown factory looks dilapidated. There seemed no one in sight. He caught sight of the main door. He peeped in. He saw Pete Daniels staring at Smith with eyes of hatred. Pete was holding on to a knife ready to plunge down into Smith.
"STOP!" Joe yelled out.
Pete dropped his knife. He was shocked to see Joe. The kidnappers now surrounded Joe.
"How did you know I was here?" Pete asked curiously.
"I had my ways. I discovered your web site." Joe said with a hinge of pride in his tone.
Before Joe could react any further, Pete caught hold of him. He struggled and Pete placed his muscular arms around his neck, cutting off the supply of oxygen.
"Please stop." Smith yelled.
Joe gathered all his remaining strength and bit Pete. Pete yelled and cursed letting go of Joe. Joe ran with the kidnappers in hot pursue. Finally, they had him trapped in the corner of the factory. . * * *
Frank was surfing the net when he felt his heart skipped a beat. He felt that something was very wrong.
"Damn, it must be Joe. ." Frank thought out loud. Yet, there was nothing he could do, as he didn't know where Joe was heading. Frank called up the cab company and tried checking for Joe's whereabouts. Finally, he found a cab driver, whose descriptions seemed to be describing Joe. He copied down the address of the manufacturing factory. He left a message for his dad and took off in his van.
Note: Yet another short chapter. ( I managed to get this up in the morning. I've got my exams so the next chapter will take some time. Be patient!
The Insane one: You got your wish! My next chapter's up! :P Keep your reviews flowing in!
"Hello Dad?" Frank said into the receiver.
"Yes, son? I'm quite busy right now. Is there anything I can do for you?" Fenton said in an agitated tone.
Frank paused for a moment; not knowing whether it was right to tell him that Joe had took off again. He decided to play safe by telling his Dad about the website he discovered. He would deal with Joe's problems later.
"O yes. . You need to get home quick. We need to talk." Frank said firmly.
* * * Pete was pacing around the room. Smith was feeling quite dizzy at the moment. He was curious about the 'story'.
Pete suddenly stopped in his pacing. "The story comes."
"Amos joined your band a few years back. He was ecstatic then. He was a loyal fan of yours. Of course, I intervened. I told him it wouldn't be good for his career. He didn't believe me. He only believed in his passion for music. As the years went by, I've decided to stay close to him by becoming your manager. No one knew about our sibling relation. I saw the way you stole the limelight. Amos was just a backup. . Eventually, I planned to get rid of you. I placed the knife in the drum set and eventually when you pass by it during a part of the show, it will detect your movement and slice out right into your heart. Things went wrong. During the concert, Amos decided to shift the direction of the drum set. When he shifted, the knife pierced through his heart. . Now, I lost a brother and you will pay for this!"
Smith looked up after hearing the story. He could now see the obsidian eyes in Pete. He was staring at him with mock hatred, like a serial killer. .
* * *
Joe arrived at his destination. He paid for his cab fare and alighted. The rundown factory looks dilapidated. There seemed no one in sight. He caught sight of the main door. He peeped in. He saw Pete Daniels staring at Smith with eyes of hatred. Pete was holding on to a knife ready to plunge down into Smith.
"STOP!" Joe yelled out.
Pete dropped his knife. He was shocked to see Joe. The kidnappers now surrounded Joe.
"How did you know I was here?" Pete asked curiously.
"I had my ways. I discovered your web site." Joe said with a hinge of pride in his tone.
Before Joe could react any further, Pete caught hold of him. He struggled and Pete placed his muscular arms around his neck, cutting off the supply of oxygen.
"Please stop." Smith yelled.
Joe gathered all his remaining strength and bit Pete. Pete yelled and cursed letting go of Joe. Joe ran with the kidnappers in hot pursue. Finally, they had him trapped in the corner of the factory. . * * *
Frank was surfing the net when he felt his heart skipped a beat. He felt that something was very wrong.
"Damn, it must be Joe. ." Frank thought out loud. Yet, there was nothing he could do, as he didn't know where Joe was heading. Frank called up the cab company and tried checking for Joe's whereabouts. Finally, he found a cab driver, whose descriptions seemed to be describing Joe. He copied down the address of the manufacturing factory. He left a message for his dad and took off in his van.
Note: Yet another short chapter. ( I managed to get this up in the morning. I've got my exams so the next chapter will take some time. Be patient!
The Insane one: You got your wish! My next chapter's up! :P Keep your reviews flowing in!