Steve Sloan pulled up at Community General and jumped out of the car barely taking time to lock the doors. He jogged into the familiar emergency room seeking out his father's face.
"Dad! How is he?" He halted in front of his father as he came out of a room.
Cheryl Banks led the team into the house. She covered the lower level. It was clear, then she got the all clear for the upstairs and headed for the basement. The basement was a lake. Out of the corner of her eye she saw two figures in the corner.
Jesse Travis, doctor extrodinare, was now patient extrodinare. A annoyling familiar voice was cutting through the darkness. As much as he wanted to avoid it he felt himself being drawn to it. He groaned as he came around. The voice was now calling his name. Turning his head and opening his eyes-yup he was right it was him.
"Steve." He winced as his own voice caused pain to erupt in various places. The wounded man's best friend grinned at him. "Well, I see you still got your memory."
The cop's cell phone went off suddenly causing the younger man to glare at him and mutter about pain medication. Mouthing sorry to him, Steve left the room as Mark entered. "How are you feeling?" he asked, concerned. "Like my head will fall off at any time." Mark laughed softly and looked up as Steve entered the room smiling in relief.
"They found Dion and CJ and they are okay." Tension melted from the room as little whoops of victory were heard. Steve sobered, "but they found a game of Life set up with one piece and a card that said 'you have a heart attack.'
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Abby watched as Kayla drained the syringe. The game was about to be over, her father would pay for loving them more than her.
So sorry that this took sooooo long to write. I'm going to try to put the next chapter up soon. Hopefully I can. Thanks to sonsofpitchesfangirl for the idea on how to end the story and for everyones suggestions. Review please and thank you.