Martha's hand hovered over the phone still.
"And what did you plan to tell Mrs. Ross if she calls and wants Pete back
home for dinner?"
"I'll tell her that Pete's staying the night. That will give me at least
until tomorrow after school to find him."
"You're going out there alone? Clark what if Pete's," She stopped and
couldn't bring herself to say it. Speak of the devil the phone rang and the
Caller Id registered Ross. Martha answered it quickly her voice quavered as
she said hello.
"Are you alright, Martha?" Mrs. Ross asked.
"Yes, just chopping onions."
"Oh. Well, I would like Pete home for dinner some time."
"I thought he might stay here tonight. Is that all right?"
"Well sure. That's one less mouth for me to feed." Mrs. Ross said with a
laugh. They said goodbye and Martha turned to Clark. "Be careful."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pete blinked as he woke up. He was surrounded by darkness except for a little bit of light that came in through the cracks in the door. "Where the hell am I?" He said to himself. Then it all came hurling back to him. He was watching something from behind a tree and then it ran away. Then Pete had turned around and there were two guys with knives who knocked him out, but Pete had cut one of them with their own knife before they did. Pete figured he was in some sort of dungeon, lying on the dirt floor. He had no idea how right he was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark crept closer to the spot where they were before, but stopped about seven feet from it. There was the woman again picking up the bloodied leaves and crushing them in her hands until you couldn't tell that they were leaves anymore. Clark couldn't help but hate her. After all she had probably killed Pete. Without thinking about it he ran in and grabbed her. She heard him coming and tried to elbow him. Clark couldn't feel it but she did. She screamed in pain but in a moment it was cut of by a strong hand over her mouth. Two seconds later Clark was in the barn. "What have I done?" He couldn't just put her back, could he? "Clark! I need you to help to fix the truck!" I can't let him see her! , thought Clark. Quickly Clark bound her feet and hands behind her back. Picking her up, he set her behind some bales of hay and went out to help.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pete blinked as he woke up. He was surrounded by darkness except for a little bit of light that came in through the cracks in the door. "Where the hell am I?" He said to himself. Then it all came hurling back to him. He was watching something from behind a tree and then it ran away. Then Pete had turned around and there were two guys with knives who knocked him out, but Pete had cut one of them with their own knife before they did. Pete figured he was in some sort of dungeon, lying on the dirt floor. He had no idea how right he was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Clark crept closer to the spot where they were before, but stopped about seven feet from it. There was the woman again picking up the bloodied leaves and crushing them in her hands until you couldn't tell that they were leaves anymore. Clark couldn't help but hate her. After all she had probably killed Pete. Without thinking about it he ran in and grabbed her. She heard him coming and tried to elbow him. Clark couldn't feel it but she did. She screamed in pain but in a moment it was cut of by a strong hand over her mouth. Two seconds later Clark was in the barn. "What have I done?" He couldn't just put her back, could he? "Clark! I need you to help to fix the truck!" I can't let him see her! , thought Clark. Quickly Clark bound her feet and hands behind her back. Picking her up, he set her behind some bales of hay and went out to help.