Chapter 4- Woodlands.

Holy Shiznit.  I haven't updated in FOREVER.  I've had so much to deal with it's unbelievable.  One of the greatest teachers of all time has been seriously injured in a farm accident, and he's still in the hospital.  I've been so busy organizing a benefit for him that it is getting really difficult to do much else.  I've also been working on my school's newspaper, but I suppose I can give you a interim update…

Thanks for the reviews, and if you're hungry for some more reading, please read my 'baby:  Too Old to Die Young, Too Young to Die Now.  (It's a Kevin Smith fic, which involves characters from the "Jersey Trilogy"; Clerks, Mallrats, and Chasing Amy.  I'd appreciate any reads/reviews of it.  Especially considering I'm a review whore.

Tally Ho!

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Dennis awoke in the back of a van.  He couldn't feel anything but the throbbing pain in the back of his head, and the dryness of his mouth.  There was a ball-gag that had been shoved in his mouth, silencing him, and making him choke on his saliva. His arms and legs were bound together, so he could barely breathe, much less move.  He struggled for a little bit, but he accidentally kicked a box in the back, causing his assailant to hear him.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Dennis decided to play dead at this point, and he stopped moving.  He looked around him, but he could see nothing.  He could tell something was wrapped around his head, but he didn't think it could be a blindfold.  Those went around the eyes, not the top of the head.  The van hit a speed bump at full speed, sending Dennis flying up into the air, and then back down with a resounding THUD!

Dennis moaned slightly, and the 'blindfold' fell off.  Dennis saw that it was covered in blood.  He suddenly felt sick to his stomach, but he was afraid to throw up.  He felt the temperature rise in the van, and he wondered where he was.  He wanted desperately to have a drink of water, or beer, or… anything cold and wet.  He softly groaned and shut his eyes again.

When Dennis opened them again, he felt the van coming to a stop. He looked around frantically, searching for a weapon, anything…  Something to help him out of this mess…  He noticed a screwdriver, but it was no use.  His hands were tied up, and he was supposed to be blindfolded.  Light flooded the cramped space and he felt himself being pulled backward.

"Well, looky who's awake."  His assailant sneered, tossing Dennis' small body into the stone driveway.  Dennis noticed that the house he was at was on a large hill.  The man looked around and made sure that no one saw him, and in one quick motion, scooped Dennis over his shoulder and hauled him into the house.

The house was a large, white house in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere.  It looked as though it hadn't been painted since 1952, and it was surrounded by trees.  Mostly maple and pine trees, the woods were so thick that a squirrel could easily walk from tree to tree without jumping.  The stairs creaked as the man walked on them, and when standing on the porch, it gave a view of the country neighborhood surrounding it.

Dennis felt his body being slammed onto the floor.  The man stepped over him and walked into another room.  Dennis could hear the man rummaging around in a drawer, and he swallowed heavily.  Thoughts of what could happen to him began to run through his head.  Then, thoughts ran through his head of what could be happening to Maya, or Nina if he'd made one of them go instead.  The thought of Maya being raped and tortured angered him.

It suddenly made his situation a little less painful, knowing that Maya was safe and sound in her home.