Stronger Than Ever
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Full House. Any unfamiliar characters belong to me.
A/N: Sorry it took me longer than normal to update. My computer keeps being shitty, and I have also had a lot of homework lately.
Chapter Four: I Never Knew
Jesse's POV
Two weeks had passed since Danny had identified that thug. Becky was home, but she was taking it easy, because she was still pretty weak. Everything was almost normal. Then, that Friday night, it all changed again.
It started out all right, just the usual, Joey, whose ankle was better but still just a little sore, went out with Wendy, and D.J. went out with her boyfriend, Steve. Michelle was spending the night at her friend Denise's house. Stephanie went to a movie with her friend, Gia. Danny volunteered to take Nicky and Alex out for ice cream so I could have a little time at home with Becky, just the two of us.
We were snuggled up on the couch watching TV when the phone rang. "I'll mute the TV," said Becky, as I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Jesse, this is Detective Tyler. It is to my displeasure to inform you that the culprit has escaped from jail," said Detective Tyler.
"How?" I asked in unison.
"I'm guessing one of his buddies came in, since we found all of our prison guards knocked out," he said.
"How?" I repeated.
"All of them took a blow to the head."
I was shocked. I didn't know what to say next. Finally something came out.
"So, now what are we going to do?" I asked.
"Well, we'll have patrol cars out looking for him day and night. We'll let you know if anything happens, and if you find out anything, you call right away. Good night."
"Yes, sir. Goodnight."
I hung up the phone and saw Becky staring at me with worry. "What's the matter?" she asked.
"Your shooter escaped," I said, voice filled with worry. I felt Becky's body tighten up next to me. "They're out there right now searching for him. There's nothing we can do now but just try to relax, and watch a little TV."
We had watched a scary movie, but after it was over, I had regretted it. Becky was asleep, but I couldn't sleep at all. In fact, she fell asleep before anything scary happened. All of a sudden I heard the doorknob shifting. I sat up on the couch, and stared at the front door. Becky was using my chest as a pillow, and I carefully eased her off and crept to the front door. Then there was more shifting.
It's the shooter! I thought. He knows where his victim is! He's come for more! I grabbed an umbrella that was sitting by the landing. I was ready when he came in. Finally, the door opened, and in the dark I saw three shadowy figures. One tall one, and two really short ones. Probably his munchkin sidekicks, I thought. The tall one turned on the light, and out of reflex I swung the umbrella at his head. When he turned on the light, I saw it was only Danny, Nicky, and Alex. Luckily for him, Danny saw the umbrella and ducked as I swung.
"Jess," he said, "what's with playing baseball with my head?"
"Sorry, Danny. I'm just a little worried about something else right now. Boys, why don't you go into the kitchen?" The boys obeyed and left for the kitchen. "So, what took you so long?" I asked.
"Well, I'm assuming you know that the shooter escaped," he said. He opened his mouth to say more, but I cut him off.
"Yes, and how did you know about that?" I asked him.
"Well, we were driving right by the police station," he said, "and they had the roads blocked, and there was a huge traffic jam, and we turned on the radio to see what was going on and that's what they said." He sounded pretty worried, just like I felt.We were silent for a moment, and then Danny said something again.
"So that was the other thing you were worried about?"
"Yeah," I said. Just then Becky was stirring in her sleep, and then she woke up.
"Hey, guys," she said. "Any news about the shooter yet?"
"Nope," said Danny. "Let me help you guys out by putting Nicky and Alex to bed for you."
"Thanks, Danny," said Becky.
Danny had put the boys to bed, and we all talked in the living room. We talked for awhile, but then we fell silent.
"Danny," Becky suddenly asked, "what did the shooter look like?"
"Well, he was probably about Joey's height, and he was Hispanic, and his eyes were piercingly black, and he had a tatoo of a snake on his left arm," Danny answered.
Becky let out a small shriek.
"What is it, honey?" I asked.
"I think I know him!" she said with a worried face.
A/N: I hope you like it! Please, please, please, please review!
