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"We found him."

Zack looked up into the face of the younger-looking cop. The police officer had just come out of the room and told him the excellent news.

Zack laughed out loud. Then he started to cry. He looked around at all the other people around him through his tears and shook his head inanely. They'd found Cody. That was all the mattered. "Where is he?" Zack managed to ask after several minutes.

"Two peoples found the truck next to an old spooky house across town." The guy with the weird accent, Esteban? said.

"Let's go then!" Zack got up and would have run across the lobby if Mr. Mowsbi hadn't caught his shirt tail.

"I'm sorry, but it's to dangerous for you to be going, you'll have to stay here." The police officer explained gently.

"Mom. I have to go. It's Cody, mom. Please." Zack looked up at his mother and for one terrifying second was sure that she'd say no. His mother never said a word, but simply nodded her head.

"I give up." Said Mr. Moysbee and let go of Zack. He ran out of the hotel, the police officers and Maddie on his heals.

It was pitch black by the time the small group got to the far end of town. Zack had spotted the truck first.

"Let us get into the house before you." the young police officer said. He looked at Maddie. "You keep him here, young lady. Make sure no harm comes to him."

Maddie nodded and she and Zack watched as the officers staked out the house. After a few rounds around the building they motioned for the two adolescents to get out of the car. Maddie and Zack jogged over.

"Everything's gone. They must have upped and left." the older cop had a southern accent, it almost made Zack want to laugh. Almost.

"No. NO! We are close, I can feel it! Cody is here!" Zack tore away from Maddie's loose grasp and ran into the house and into the basement, the others right behind him.

Zack tore down the hall and flew down the staircase that led to the basement. He stood there, frozen in horror, until the others caught up with him.

"Zack? What's wrong?" Maddie asked, trying to grab his attention. Shakily, he looked up at them and then pointed towards the chair.

Cody ay naked on the chair, his wrists bound to the legs, one of which looked broken. A deep gash traveled across his midsection along with multiple and crudely sewn knife wounds. One ankle was clearly broken, and the shoulder that he had previously relocated, had been damaged once more. His face was pale and his lips blue as though he were extremely cold. Dark bruises covered any flesh that wasn't already lacerated and bleeding. Blood, along with a thick, white, slightly transparent substance, coated the inside of his bruised legs.

"Oh my god," The young officer whispered, moving slowly to the bed, "John, take Zack and call an ambulance.'

"But…"Zack began.

"Go Zack!" The young man snapped, frantically searching for the pale boy's pulse. Finding one, he fell to his knees, dropping his head onto the chair, quietly sobbing for the young boy who had been so harshly treated. His partner's giant hand clamped down on his shoulder briefly, and then he was gone, heavy footsteps echoing down the hall.

Very weird.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Lots of explanations in the next chapter. if you review.