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A/N: This is chapter 3 RE-VAMPED. Enjoy!!
9:00-10:00AM
9:00 Chris stared at Goldberg in slight shock for a moment, but the shock was quickly replaced with rage. He struggled against Goldberg's hands that were choking him. Goldberg's eyes glazed over as he held Chris there tighter. Chris clawed against his hands, kicked Goldberg and tried desperately to gasp in some air, but nothing was coming. He had to get air. He was going to suffocate.
Chris felt the room around him start to spin. Everything began to get darker. He began to get angrier at the thought of dying at this man's hands. After everything else that he had lived through, he did not want his body to give up on him now. Regardless of what his mind was screaming, his body began to go limp, and he felt himself go weak until everything finally faded out to black.
9:06 Shawn grabbed onto the arm of his chair as the plane began to land. If there was one thing that he hated about plane rides, it was the landing. He didn't know what the hell he was going to tell Chris. He already seemed freaked out, telling him about Rebecca might not be the smartest thing to do right now.
"Daddy?" Cameron asked.
"What, Cam?" Shawn asked his son as they stood up to exit the plane.
"Why do people fly to places in planes?" He asked. Shawn couldn't help but smirk. Leave it to Cameron to help make him in a better mood.
"Well, since people don't have wings and they think that they need to get to places very, very quickly, so they use planes." Shawn told him. Cameron smiled back at his father. He had absolutely no clue what troubles his father was thinking about, and he probably never would.
9:11 Shawn pulled his cell phone out and began to dial Chris' phone number. He pushed the 'send' button on his telephone, and waited.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"Hey, you've reached the Irvine's." Shawn hung up and drummed his fingers on the phone for a minute. Chris had just called him about an hour ago. He should still be there. Shawn decided to try Chris' cell phone, just in case Stephanie had gone into labor. He quickly punched in the number and then hit 'send' again.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"This is Chris, and I'm not-" Shawn hung up again. Something just wasn't right about this whole situation. He threw his stuff into the back of his rental car, and Cameron did the same. They both got in the car, and Shawn started it and drove in the direction of Chris' house.
9:16 Goldberg sat in his car outside of Chris and Stephanie's house. In the passenger seat next to him, Stephanie was out cold, slumped against the seat. Goldberg was staring straight ahead, right at the house. Not really moving at all, simply staring for a moment.
"You think that you are so tough, Irvine. Let's see you catch me this time. You couldn't do it before, and you're not going to be able to do it again." Goldberg muttered to himself. He opened the door and got out. He brought out a handkerchief and his lighter. It took him a couple of times to get a decent flame, since the wind was blowing and the humidity was a nightmare. He quickly held the flame to the handkerchief to light it before it blew out. He smashed a window with his elbow, and tossed it inside. Goldberg stood there and watched for a moment, as the carpet in the living room slowly started to catch fire. His cell phone began to ring. He flipped it open and started back towards the car.
"Yes?" Goldberg asked.
"How's the plan progressing?"
"Almost seamlessly. Irvine will be out of our hair shortly."
"Good, remember, Stephanie is not to be harmed. We need her."
"I'm not stupid, I know what to do." Goldberg insisted, after starting his car. The fire had already started to spread to where it was visible from the outside.
"I'm just reminding you, Goldberg, we can't afford any mishaps. You know how far off course the plan went last time."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm taking care of it. Trust me." Goldberg said, then hung up. He then began his way down the driveway, just as another car started to pull in.
"The house……They can't see the house!!" Goldberg thought. He jerked the steering wheel over and tried to run the other car off into the ditch, and succeeded. He quickly sped away. Goldberg knew that the ditch wasn't going to stop whoever was in that car for very long.
But, it could be long enough to kill Chris.
9:24 Shawn opened his door and climbed out of his car.
"Stay here." Shawn ordered his son before taking off running to the top of the long driveway. The whole house was in flames now. A huge cloud of black smoke was billowing up from the house. Shawn ran up to the front door, and tried to peer inside.
"Chris?! Stephanie?! Are you in there? Can you hear me?" Shawn yelled. He tried to see if anyone was in there, but he couldn't see anything. The smoke was too thick to see anything. He ran to office window, and peered in. Flames were covering the hallway. He saw a glimpse of what seemed to be something blond in color, and didn't give himself a chance to think. Shawn ripped off his jacket and quickly wrapped it around his hand. Then he punched the window, shattering the glass of the bottom pane of the window. He quickly unlocked the latch and shoved the window up.
He quickly hoisted himself up onto the windowsill, and dropped himself headfirst into the office. Breathing quickly became a difficult task once he was inside the room. Shawn got to his knees and started to crawl through the room.
"Chris!! Can you hear me?" Shawn yelled. He crawled around the desk, and saw Chris' lifeless body lying on the floor. Shawn rushed over to him as quickly as he could and tried to wake him up. Chris didn't move. Shawn knew that neither one of them stood much more of a chance if they stayed in this black cloud of smoke so, he picked him up and raised to his full height, his old back injury screaming as he did so. He sat him up on the windowsill and then proceeded to climb over him to get outside. Then he reached up and pulled Chris from the window, and dragging him away from the house. By that time, the fire department and an ambulance had showed up. Two paramedics came rushing towards him.
"I think there's another person in there yet!" Shawn yelled at them. "His wife could still be in there!" Two firemen nodded and they began to hook the hoses up and put out the fire. Cameron came wandering up to him. Shawn was watching the paramedics.
"Wait, a second, hold up. What are those marks on his neck?" Shawn asked. The paramedic who had been checking Chris' pulse, removed his hand, and studied the curious marks that were on his neck.
"Looks like someone might've been trying to strangle him. Those are finger marks. We need to get him to a hospital as soon as possible. His pulse is very weak; they can make a more thorough assumption there." Shawn nodded.
9:36 Stephanie slowly opened her eyes and looked around her. She tried piecing together what had happened and why she was in a car. She turned around to see Goldberg sitting in the seat next to her.
Then she remembered.
"Where's Chris?" She asked him. He said nothing. "What have you done to him?" Still Goldberg remained silent. "Where are you taking me?"
"Don't ask anymore questions, Stephanie, it's for your own good." He said to her.
"I want to know what the fuck is going on here, right now!! What have you done?" She screamed at him. He said nothing. Stephanie reached over and began to try and take the steering wheel over. Goldberg struck her, and her head snapped back a bit, but she didn't seem phased. She quickly recovered and punched Goldberg's right arm, which was closest to her.
It just so happened to be the only arm that Goldberg was driving with.
His arm bent in an awkward direction and he cried out in pain. Stephanie reached over and jerked the steering wheel over hard to the right. The car went barreling off of the highway, and down the steep slope on the side. Stephanie's head smacked the top of the car as the it went rolling down the hill, and Goldberg's face hit the steering wheel so hard his nose began to bleed, not to mention setting off the air bag.
9:48 Shawn stood by Chris' once beautiful home. It was now in shambles, a smoldering pile of crap. Once again, everything that Chris' had worked for was gone. One of the firemen came up to him.
"Is this Irvine guy a friend of yours?" the fireman asked.
"Yeah, his wife is pregnant, and I was coming up here from Texas for moral support. This…I can't believe what I'm seeing." Shawn said.
"You said you thought that someone else might have been in the house?"
"Yeah, Stephanie, Chris' wife. Was she?"
"We searched that house from top to bottom, there is nobody else in that house. He probably wouldn't even be alive if you hadn't gotten him out at the time that you did." The fireman said, patting him on the back before walking off. Cameron tugged on his shirt.
9:54 "Daddy, I saw Stephanie." Cameron said. Shawn looked up and around the site.
"Where? I don't see her, Cam." Shawn said, still looking.
"No, I saw her earlier. She was in the car that ran us off the road." Cameron said. Shawn returned his gaze to his son.
"What?"
"She was in the side of the car that almost hit us earlier. She looked like she was taking a nap." Shawn felt as if the world had run out of oxygen.
9:57 "Cameron, do you remember what the person who was driving the car looked like?" Shawn asked. Cameron nodded his head.
"Yeah."
"What did they look like?"
"It was a guy who looked a lot like Stone Cold, except, he had a big beard, like this." Cameron said, dragging his hands across his face to illustrate where the beard was. Shawn hunched down and tried to think of this and think of it accurately.
9:59 "Looks like someone might've been trying to strangle him. Those are finger marks." Shawn remembered the paramedic saying. A person who looked like Stone Cold…Shawn felt his stomach sink. There was only one person who looked like Stone Cold and hated Chris possibly even more than Satan hated God.
10:00 Goldberg.
