Holy Crap...I had totally forgotten this story wasn't finished. You have no idea how sorry I am, to Dreamy, James, Stranger, Seal Pup and everyone else who reviewed and did not viciously attack me for not updating, I thank you.

Disclaimer: You know I don't own them dang kids and their dog too.

It had been three days...three lousy days stuck in this horrible 6 by 5 cube of dispair. Scooby found himself often restless and paced about his cell, wondering if he would ever get out, if he would ever see his friends again?

The guards didn't help things either, every time they passed all the canine crimestopper got was a cruel remark or a glare. This wasn't how his life was supposed to turn out, Scooby turned his head and began to lick his new wound he had recieved when one of the prisoners had scratched him the best they could with a piece of Jagged plastic.

Back to the gang, everyone was in a mad rush to get to Mr. Pleman's residence. The van parked quickly as the gang ran to the door. Shaggy, in his nervous/rage pratically kicked down the door. Fred,"Velma wait here with Shaggy and calm him down." Shaggy, "NO! Let me get to him,I want to rip his..." Velma put a hand overShaggy's mouth and massaged his shoulder's in an order to calm him down, or at least try to.

They entered the house and saw the very man who had caused this who ordeal sitting calmly on the couch, smoking a pipe (A/N tabbaco not Crack even though that would be funny.)

Shaggy was the first to speak, "You, where is my friend, tell me now!" His obvious fear for his companion was sticking out like a sore thumb,

You know, I'm not sure if they still do the same procedure for dogs where they just toss it into a furnace anymore...pity." This man's voice was colder than the water in Antartica. He showed absolutly no regret for the extremly upset person in front of him.

How..You..why?" Shaggy became too upset for words as he felt a huge lump in his throat. Fred, "Tell us where the dog is you Bastard!" he yelled clenching his fists and shaking. This had no effect on the man,

"Hahahaha, God don't you love it when you can manipulate a person simply by taking one thing of value away, look how he's tormented right now, maybe they'll use a firing squad and start from his legs an" He never got a chance to finish his sentence as Shaggy wrapped his hands around the man's throat, choking him like there was no tommorow.

"You Bastard, I'll kill you, Where's My Friend!" the man's eyes began to roll to the back of his head as he lost concoissness(is that how you spell it?)

Daphne grabbed shaggy and pulled him away before he killed the man, "Shaggy, look you have to get it together. We still need him to find Scooby, please just relax." She hugged him firmly and felt his muscles slowly unclentch.

Fred, "Alright, lets take him to back to M.I headquarters." They dragged the limp man to the vand and drove home.

Scooby was curled up in the corner of his cell, away from anyone who could hurt him, for now, again the guards had bothered him but this time he had alot to be scared of. They told him was they were going to use to kill him, none of them were too great sounding.

They said it would be either leathal injection, without the dosage that sends him to sleep so he'd be awake for the entire thing, or a firing squad with no bandanna over his eyes and they would start from the feet up. Scooby's eyes welled up in tears as he began quietly crying. He didn't want to die Why did he have to be killed? What did he do that was so terrible.

As night continued, the cainine began to lose hope in ever seeing the outside world and his friends again.

A/N Oh my god, I'm finally updating the story, I don't know long it's been but I hope you like the new chapter