Chapter 15 of The Last Step. If you've made it this far….then great!

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Shawn knew it was too late. Those bastards had taken his son and as he looked around the street he stood on, he realized there wasn't even a car he could use to catch up with his son's kidnappers. That is when it happened….he heard someone honking the horn at him; he stopped and turned around.

"Hey, Shawn…..are you ok? Get in!" Chris Masters ordered. Shawn frantically got into his friend's car, not knowing what had just happened.

"Chris, I thought you said you were gonna watch him! Why did you let him out of your sight?" Shawn responded, tightening his fists with anger. "You know, you're lucky I don't kill you!" That last comment had sounded so unlike him, but he really didn't care. All he cared about was getting his son back. Hunter and Stephanie were going to be sorry they ever messed with him. Much less take his son away! He was gonna get him back, no matter what it took.

"I'm sorry….I had to take a shower and he must have slipped out on me….." What else was he supposed to say? He thought for a moment before continuing. "Well, at least we know who's behind your wife's murder." Shawn rolled his eyes, he couldn't believe this!

"Now we know?……Is that all you care about? Chris-I just lost my son! They took the only thing I had left away from me! First off, how can you be so damn sure! It could have been ANYBODY who killed Becky!" He couldn't believe his own ears-he was filled with so much fury over his son's kidnapping that he didn't seem to care about finding his wife's murderer. What was wrong with him?

"Shawn-calm down! Think for a second, alright? These two assholes steal your son-STEAL, meaning kidnap him-from YOU! You don't think that is enough to show that they are probably the ones behind the murder on your wife too? In fact, who's to say that they haven't been hired by somebody? Huh? Who's to say that someone else isn't responsible for the hell you've been put through?" Shawn's heart skipped a beat-he recognized that phrase from somewhere before. Hell, being put through hell…Wait!

"Chris…..I think I know who might be behind all this…." Shawn hesitated for a second; could he be wrong?

"Who, Shawn? Who could possibly be doing this?"

"Chris…..think about what you just said, who has enough money to hire both Stephanie and Hunter to take my son away from me? Chris….if you know Hunter any, you'd know that he don't do work for nothing."

"Oh my god." Chris stopped the car abruptly and looked at Shawn for a solid minute without saying a word. For some reason, he couldn't help but assume that both he and Shawn had the same exact person in mind. As silence instilled within the car, Shawn clinched his fists together and held in the urge to explode with anger right there in the passenger seat of Master's car while he thought of what to do next. All he cared about was finding his son. Whoever was indeed behind this, instinctual knowledge or not, Shawn was getting his son back no matter what. Thinking fast, Shawn grabbed his cell phone he had in his jeans' pocket and called the police. He now knew for a fact that if he and his son were to make it out of this predicament alive and safe, he was going to need some outside help.

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On the road-the same time:

It was about that same time Stephanie and Hunter were heading back to their secret hideout where Vince was waiting after the elimination of Shawn had taken place. With the annoying little brat crying right between the both of them in the back seat of the limo, the situation seemed to grow rather annoying as time went by. When would the damn kid ever shut up? Frustrated, Stephanie slammed down her cell phone and glanced at Hunter.

"Shut him up, Hunter! God!" Hunter glanced at the annoying brat who was now tied and bound against the seat. He then grabbed another piece of duct tape and wrapped it over his mouth to muffle the sounds of his screaming. Stephanie suddenly grabbed a hold of her phone to contact Vince in order to let him know the plan had been carried out successfully.

Meanwhile, Stanford, Connecticut: 11:30pm:

Marty had been trying to contact WWE Headquarters for the past three hours, and still no one answered his phone calls. He was told by Vince himself that he'd be involved in some storyline situation here soon, but in order to get down to all the details surrounding his part in the bout, Marty had informed the boss he would be contacting him soon. Well, this was the fifth phone call he had made and had no luck getting through. Something has to be wrong, he thought to himself. Yes, it was getting late; but the Headquarters always had staff members on stand-by 24 hours a day! If Marty had learned anything during his entire career working for the WWE, it was if you couldn't get through to any of Vince's main offices, something was up. Throwing down the comforter off his bed, he stood up and grabbed a set of clothes to get changed into. He figured that if he was going to get to the bottom of what was going on, he might as well check it out himself. Not thinking twice, Marty changed into a suitable outfit of clothing, grabbed his car keys, put on his shoes and headed right out the front door. Not quite aware of what he was about to get himself into.

To Be Continued….

A/N: I'm so sorry it took as long as it did for me to get back to this story. Don't worry though, sooner or later all of this will come together, and I tell you now-I will not let you down! But keep in mind, it may take a while. If you like what I have written so far, please feel free to review; thanks!