"GET OUT!" Zack yelled and then slammed the door behind him,
leaving Dean crippled in the lawn.
"YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME! I'LL BE BACK! YOU JUST WAIT, LANEY!
Zack rushed to Laney's side, who was now on all fours attempting to stand.
"Geez." Zack sighed and helped her get to her feet. He led her into the kitchen and put some ice on her cheek.
"I don't get it Zack, what the hell does he want from me?" Laney asked, wincing in pain.
"I keep asking my self that." He told her holding the ice pack to her cheek. Laney sighed and leaned back a bit.
"Zack, I'm scared." She trembled softly, looking straight into his eyes.
"I usually don't admit that, and I don't get scared often, but now." she bent her head low. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. Zack wrapped his arms around her and they just stood there, embraced in a hug for the longest time.
That night, when all was quiet, Zack was in a rolly-chair, half- dozed off so he could keep a watch on Laney that night. At about 2:30 that night, Zack woke up to a crash of glass. The next thing he heard was Laney shriek. He dashed to their bedroom to find her being dragged out through the window. "LANEY!" he yelled, he darted to the window, and grabbed her foot before she was pulled out all the way. But her captor punched Zack in the face, and he fell backwards. Just as Zack was coming to, he heard a car engine sputter and drive off.
"Zack!!!" That was the only scream he heard before a terrifying silence. Zack jumped up frantically, grabbed his car keys, and followed the silver pick up in front of him.
"C'mon, c'mon!" he said out loud, urging his car to go faster. His car zoomed faster and faster until he was right on the pick-ups trail.
"God, that bastard!" Zack whispered. He zoomed faster, and to his surprise he became side by side with the pick up. It was Dean. Laney was in the front seat, gagged. She jumped up and down in her seat when she saw him. She tried to tell him something but the duct tape prevented her from saying one word. Zack drove faster and faster and when he had the chance, he drove in front of them and blocked them with his car until they both screeched to a stop.. He jumped out of the car, wrapped his hand with his jacket and punched through the driver side window.
He grabbed Dean from around the neck, his teeth gritted; he knew that he would kill him if he squeezed harder. But he didn't. H pulled Dean's ear close to his mouth and whispered.
"Are you gonna mess with me? Let her go, or I'll squeeze until your dead." Zack told him, ready for any move Dean made.
"You wouldn't do that, Zack Siler!" Dean growled.
"Would I?" Zack said and he squeezed a bit harder on Deans neck. Dean gulped and sucked in more air.
"You gonna let her go? Zack asked with anger. Dean thought for a moment.
"No." he said with confidence.
"You son of a bitch!" Zack yelled and lifted his fist to punch, but before he could do so Dean jerked a gun out of his pocket and rested the barrel against Laney's head.
"Uh uh uh, don't move or I'll pull the trigger." Dean said evilly. Laney started to tremble. She started to whimper as tears streaked down her cheeks. Dean looked over at her. He pulled the gun away a bit and yelled.
"STOP CRYING, You BITCH! You've caused me nothing but frustration since high school. All because you picked that freak" he said pointing at Zack.
At the moment when Dean pulled away the gun, Zack bopped it out of his hand in fury. He unlocked the door through the open window and punched Dean in the face. Laney jumped out of the car, but Dean grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall face first on the cement road. She looked up at him, blood running from her nose and scratches all over her face, and kicked him so hard in the stomach he fell in to the broken glass window. She sprinted towards Zack's car and jumped in the passenger side. Zack hopped in the driver side and they sped off down the road. But that wasn't the last of Dean. He was on their trail. Bumper to bumper. Seeing Dean in the rear-view mirror, Zack cursed loudly and pressed the gas harder. He sped ahead down the road. He glanced at Laney who was looking out the back window at Dean's car behind them. Her eyes were frightened and frantic.
"Are you all right?" He managed to say, trying to concentrate on the road. She shook her head.
" But never mind me, lets just get out of here!" she said, looking behind them and at the same time dabbing blood off her face with a tissue.
"He's gaining on us, Zack!" she told him. Zack swiveled the car all the way around and drove in the opposite direction, passing Dean's speeding car. They were pretty far ahead of him when suddenly, he appeared beside them. His blood-shot eyes looking at them and grinning insanely.
"You'd better watch out, Laney!" He yelled from his window and then rammed his car into the passenger side of Zack's car. Laney was flung into the dashboard with a gasp of terror. Smashing only her head into it, she fell back, unconscious.
"Laney!" Zack shouted. He screeched to a stop, jumped out of his car and lunged at Dean, who had stopped and gotten out. He punched him right in the nose, then right under the chin.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HER?!" Zack screamed at the swollen-faced Dean. Dean breathed roughly.
" I WANT HER TO BE WITH ME! THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET TO HER IS THROUGH YOU! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, ZACK! YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" Dean screamed back. He sprinted towards Laney's limp body in Zack's car. He reached out but Zack was on him in an instant. Zack forced him to the ground. They wrestled and hit and tortured. Laney stirred but the two men were too occupied to notice. She opened her eyes and groaned in pain. Getting to her feet, she watched in horror as her husband and Dean fought in the street. What do I do, what do I do.she thought to herself franticly. She gasped. THE FOGHORN! She kept one in Zack's car! She broke open the glove compartment and scrambled through all the crud inside. She turned to look at what Dean and Zack were doing now, still looking for the foghorn. Suddenly, Zack yelled in absolute pain as Dean managed to flip him over and break his leg. Zack gritted his teeth. And moaned. Dean stood up and laughed. Laney nearly fainted, but revived her she looked for the foghorn.
"Dammit! Where is it?!" she whispered since Dean did not seem to look at her. Then, Dean whirled around and grinned.
"Finally." he triumphed and approached Laney. Zack tried to do something, but his leg did him no good.
"Laney!" he shouted. "Get out of here!" Laney searched franticly as Dean came closer.
"You're all mine, Laney!" Dean said with glee. Zack shouted and shouted. Dean reached for her, but she suddenly, finally, grabbed the foghorn and held it up to Dean's ear.
"Remember this, asshole?!" she screamed and pressed the button as hard as she could. When it started to die away, she pressed it again to shoot out another death-defying sound. Dean screamed and fell to the ground clutching his ears. He groaned from his headache. Laney grabbed Zack's cell phone and called 911. She jumped out of the car and ran towards Zack who was lying on the street, gritting his teeth in pain.
"L-Laney." he managed to say. Laney turned her head to Zack, he moaned in pain.
"Hold on a sec, honey" she said, and she told the police officer the information, and that they need an ambulance too. She turned off the phone and ran to her husband's aid. His leg was of course broken. She sighed and grabbed a sturdy stick on the ground to splint his leg with. He winced once she moved it.
"You're going to be fine," she assured him. "It's just a broken leg," Zack clenched his teeth.
"This is all my fault, Laney." He said. Laney shook her head.
"No, no Zack. It's no ones fault. Well, it's Dean's fault actually."
Zack gripped her arm for support and clenched his teeth as he tried to get up.
"Don't try to get up. You're going to hurt yourself" she told him. He relaxed and rested on the ground again. Laney stroked his hair and looked behind her. Dean was clenched in a ball groaning with a head throbbing headache. The whirling sirens of an approaching ambulance probably didn't help. The ambulance came to a stop. The workers hurried out of the truck towards the crippled men. Two went towards the groaning Dean while two others went for Zack. The kneeled beside them [Zack and Laney] and examined Zack's leg. Just then, a police car pulled up at the scene. Laney went up to them and answered their questions. Zack watched Laney while the men stabled his leg. There was something in here eyes he had never seen before. Fright and sadness seemed to take over her expression. He turned his attention back to the ambulance workers who had brought out a stretcher. Once he managed to get onto the stretcher, Laney approached them. She must have been done with explaining what had happened.
"I'm going to go with you," She told him, gripping his hand.
"Laney, it's just a broken leg." he said calmly. "But stay with me. The house still trashed anyway," he assured her. They lifted Zack into the ambulance and Laney jumped in after.
"YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME! I'LL BE BACK! YOU JUST WAIT, LANEY!
Zack rushed to Laney's side, who was now on all fours attempting to stand.
"Geez." Zack sighed and helped her get to her feet. He led her into the kitchen and put some ice on her cheek.
"I don't get it Zack, what the hell does he want from me?" Laney asked, wincing in pain.
"I keep asking my self that." He told her holding the ice pack to her cheek. Laney sighed and leaned back a bit.
"Zack, I'm scared." She trembled softly, looking straight into his eyes.
"I usually don't admit that, and I don't get scared often, but now." she bent her head low. Tears started streaming down her cheeks. Zack wrapped his arms around her and they just stood there, embraced in a hug for the longest time.
That night, when all was quiet, Zack was in a rolly-chair, half- dozed off so he could keep a watch on Laney that night. At about 2:30 that night, Zack woke up to a crash of glass. The next thing he heard was Laney shriek. He dashed to their bedroom to find her being dragged out through the window. "LANEY!" he yelled, he darted to the window, and grabbed her foot before she was pulled out all the way. But her captor punched Zack in the face, and he fell backwards. Just as Zack was coming to, he heard a car engine sputter and drive off.
"Zack!!!" That was the only scream he heard before a terrifying silence. Zack jumped up frantically, grabbed his car keys, and followed the silver pick up in front of him.
"C'mon, c'mon!" he said out loud, urging his car to go faster. His car zoomed faster and faster until he was right on the pick-ups trail.
"God, that bastard!" Zack whispered. He zoomed faster, and to his surprise he became side by side with the pick up. It was Dean. Laney was in the front seat, gagged. She jumped up and down in her seat when she saw him. She tried to tell him something but the duct tape prevented her from saying one word. Zack drove faster and faster and when he had the chance, he drove in front of them and blocked them with his car until they both screeched to a stop.. He jumped out of the car, wrapped his hand with his jacket and punched through the driver side window.
He grabbed Dean from around the neck, his teeth gritted; he knew that he would kill him if he squeezed harder. But he didn't. H pulled Dean's ear close to his mouth and whispered.
"Are you gonna mess with me? Let her go, or I'll squeeze until your dead." Zack told him, ready for any move Dean made.
"You wouldn't do that, Zack Siler!" Dean growled.
"Would I?" Zack said and he squeezed a bit harder on Deans neck. Dean gulped and sucked in more air.
"You gonna let her go? Zack asked with anger. Dean thought for a moment.
"No." he said with confidence.
"You son of a bitch!" Zack yelled and lifted his fist to punch, but before he could do so Dean jerked a gun out of his pocket and rested the barrel against Laney's head.
"Uh uh uh, don't move or I'll pull the trigger." Dean said evilly. Laney started to tremble. She started to whimper as tears streaked down her cheeks. Dean looked over at her. He pulled the gun away a bit and yelled.
"STOP CRYING, You BITCH! You've caused me nothing but frustration since high school. All because you picked that freak" he said pointing at Zack.
At the moment when Dean pulled away the gun, Zack bopped it out of his hand in fury. He unlocked the door through the open window and punched Dean in the face. Laney jumped out of the car, but Dean grabbed her ankle, causing her to fall face first on the cement road. She looked up at him, blood running from her nose and scratches all over her face, and kicked him so hard in the stomach he fell in to the broken glass window. She sprinted towards Zack's car and jumped in the passenger side. Zack hopped in the driver side and they sped off down the road. But that wasn't the last of Dean. He was on their trail. Bumper to bumper. Seeing Dean in the rear-view mirror, Zack cursed loudly and pressed the gas harder. He sped ahead down the road. He glanced at Laney who was looking out the back window at Dean's car behind them. Her eyes were frightened and frantic.
"Are you all right?" He managed to say, trying to concentrate on the road. She shook her head.
" But never mind me, lets just get out of here!" she said, looking behind them and at the same time dabbing blood off her face with a tissue.
"He's gaining on us, Zack!" she told him. Zack swiveled the car all the way around and drove in the opposite direction, passing Dean's speeding car. They were pretty far ahead of him when suddenly, he appeared beside them. His blood-shot eyes looking at them and grinning insanely.
"You'd better watch out, Laney!" He yelled from his window and then rammed his car into the passenger side of Zack's car. Laney was flung into the dashboard with a gasp of terror. Smashing only her head into it, she fell back, unconscious.
"Laney!" Zack shouted. He screeched to a stop, jumped out of his car and lunged at Dean, who had stopped and gotten out. He punched him right in the nose, then right under the chin.
"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM HER?!" Zack screamed at the swollen-faced Dean. Dean breathed roughly.
" I WANT HER TO BE WITH ME! THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET TO HER IS THROUGH YOU! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE, ZACK! YOU'RE GOING DOWN!" Dean screamed back. He sprinted towards Laney's limp body in Zack's car. He reached out but Zack was on him in an instant. Zack forced him to the ground. They wrestled and hit and tortured. Laney stirred but the two men were too occupied to notice. She opened her eyes and groaned in pain. Getting to her feet, she watched in horror as her husband and Dean fought in the street. What do I do, what do I do.she thought to herself franticly. She gasped. THE FOGHORN! She kept one in Zack's car! She broke open the glove compartment and scrambled through all the crud inside. She turned to look at what Dean and Zack were doing now, still looking for the foghorn. Suddenly, Zack yelled in absolute pain as Dean managed to flip him over and break his leg. Zack gritted his teeth. And moaned. Dean stood up and laughed. Laney nearly fainted, but revived her she looked for the foghorn.
"Dammit! Where is it?!" she whispered since Dean did not seem to look at her. Then, Dean whirled around and grinned.
"Finally." he triumphed and approached Laney. Zack tried to do something, but his leg did him no good.
"Laney!" he shouted. "Get out of here!" Laney searched franticly as Dean came closer.
"You're all mine, Laney!" Dean said with glee. Zack shouted and shouted. Dean reached for her, but she suddenly, finally, grabbed the foghorn and held it up to Dean's ear.
"Remember this, asshole?!" she screamed and pressed the button as hard as she could. When it started to die away, she pressed it again to shoot out another death-defying sound. Dean screamed and fell to the ground clutching his ears. He groaned from his headache. Laney grabbed Zack's cell phone and called 911. She jumped out of the car and ran towards Zack who was lying on the street, gritting his teeth in pain.
"L-Laney." he managed to say. Laney turned her head to Zack, he moaned in pain.
"Hold on a sec, honey" she said, and she told the police officer the information, and that they need an ambulance too. She turned off the phone and ran to her husband's aid. His leg was of course broken. She sighed and grabbed a sturdy stick on the ground to splint his leg with. He winced once she moved it.
"You're going to be fine," she assured him. "It's just a broken leg," Zack clenched his teeth.
"This is all my fault, Laney." He said. Laney shook her head.
"No, no Zack. It's no ones fault. Well, it's Dean's fault actually."
Zack gripped her arm for support and clenched his teeth as he tried to get up.
"Don't try to get up. You're going to hurt yourself" she told him. He relaxed and rested on the ground again. Laney stroked his hair and looked behind her. Dean was clenched in a ball groaning with a head throbbing headache. The whirling sirens of an approaching ambulance probably didn't help. The ambulance came to a stop. The workers hurried out of the truck towards the crippled men. Two went towards the groaning Dean while two others went for Zack. The kneeled beside them [Zack and Laney] and examined Zack's leg. Just then, a police car pulled up at the scene. Laney went up to them and answered their questions. Zack watched Laney while the men stabled his leg. There was something in here eyes he had never seen before. Fright and sadness seemed to take over her expression. He turned his attention back to the ambulance workers who had brought out a stretcher. Once he managed to get onto the stretcher, Laney approached them. She must have been done with explaining what had happened.
"I'm going to go with you," She told him, gripping his hand.
"Laney, it's just a broken leg." he said calmly. "But stay with me. The house still trashed anyway," he assured her. They lifted Zack into the ambulance and Laney jumped in after.