Chappie 2 is here! I am kind of hoping for this one to be better than the first one. But I'm not sure if it will or not. If not, this will probably be the last one that I write and then this story will just die without ever getting a chance to live.. just like my other stories. I hope you all enjoy this one.
Juliet had gone out for the third time since Shawn came up missing, just to look for him; but each time she came back empty handed. Lassiter had also gone out to look for him, but he hadn't even come back yet. They had both told Gus and Henry to stay at the cabin and try to call Shawn's cell phone. She had called the chief who had gone back to the station to let her know what was going on, but she was swamped trying to find this killer.
She found a trail leading into the woods that she hadn't noticed before, then pulled out the gun from its holster, and headed down the trail with her gun pointed to the ground.
This path looked unused for months, but if she had to guess, the killer would have probably used that to their advantage and took it; figuring that no one would figure out where they had gone. She had a feeling that this had been the way that Shawn took. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was following her, she started following the trail again.
Bones littered the sides of the dirt road, in which she hoped were animal bones instead of people bones. She heard something up ahead, then followed the sound. When she got to the place where she had heard something, there was nothing there. She started to keep following the trail, but a noise behind her made her spin around to see a masked figure standing there directly in front of her. The figure had shocked her at first, but then she had quickly composed herself. "Who are you?" She asked.
The figure just stood there, staring at her, then they signaled to someone who was apparently standing behind her. She started to turn around, but the other person hit her in the side of the head and everything went black.
Gus was pacing back and forth inside the cabin, waiting for any word on the search. He fiddled with the phone in his hands, waiting for Juliet or Lassiter one to call him and update him on where Shawn had gone; but no search luck, the phone staying silent. He glanced over at Henry, who was still trying to call Shawn's phone.
"Come on, kid, pick up!" Henry mumbled to himself, hanging the phone up again. "Dang it, kid. Where did you go?"
Gus sighed, then walked out of the cabin to take a quick look around. No word from either detective, Shawn wasn't answering his phone, something was up and he knew it. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but something was about to happen and he didn't want to be here when it did.
He decided to walk back into the cabin, pausing mid step. He glanced towards the edge of the woods when he thought he saw something; but no one was there. He shrug, then walked back into the cabin to wait.
Shawn woke up with a pounding headache, then glanced around. He was in some abandoned warehouse it looked like; laying on the floor. His arms was tied behind his back which would explain why he couldn't move them. He wanted to find a way to get to his feet, but wasn't even sure if his legs would support him or not.
Heavy footsteps told him that someone was walking towards him. "Your awake!" The masked man said in what sounded like shock. "You have been here for hours with no sign that you was even still alive."
Shawn glared at him, but stayed silent trying to work his wrist against the rope so he could slide his arms out.
The man knelt down beside him, probably smiling. "Listen up. I have kidnapped two friends of yours. Well, a friend of yours and a frenemy." He paused, chuckling at that. "I will give you two hours to find them before this place explodes. But even after the two hours are up, I still have a plan for your best friend and father. I love tormenting people."
Shawn was still glaring at him. "You leave everyone else alone! Its me you want, not them! You didn't have to kill Abigail! If I ever get out of here, I'm going to find you and kill you!"
"Threatening me won't get you anywhere, Spencer." The man chuckled again, then stood up and kicked him in the stomach. "That will hopefully teach you a lesson!" He said, then kicked him again. "The timer starts now." He said, then walked out of the room.
Shawn winced, then went back to fighting with the rope; until he had finally loosened it up enough to slide his hands out of it. He staggered to his feet, holding the wall for support. Jules and Lassie was here.. somewhere; he just had to find them.
Juliet opened her eyes slightly, glancing around. She was in a room, laying on the hard floor. She pushed herself up, surprised by the fact that she actually wasn't tied up, then limped towards the door. But when she tried to open it, it wouldn't budge; so she figured that it was probably locked on the outside.
She banged on it. "Carlton!" She called out, hoping her partner would hear her. "Shawn!" She kept banging on the door, waiting for someone to open it. "Kidnappers?" She tried, but knew that wouldn't work. She rammed her shoulder against the door, which didn't help anything.
She sighed, then glanced around the room and noticed another door with a window and hurried towards it. She looked threw the window, but it was one of those windows that you couldn't look out of because it looked so foggy. She banged on that door. "Carlton?!" She called out. "Shawn?!" Still there was no movement on the other side which probably meant no one was around to hear her.
Lassiter groaned when he opened his eyes. "Partner?" He asked, glancing around the room. His throat felt scratchy so his voice came out hoarse. "O'Hara?!" He called out again, then staggered to his feet. He had heard a faint voice from down the hall that sound like hers, or was he being delusional?
He staggered over to the door nearly collapsing. He twisted the door knob, but it was locked. "O'Hara!" He called out, then rammed his shoulder against the door. He banged on the door with no such luck since it was still locked and closed.
He felt around for his gun, but the killer was too smart for that and had unarmed him beforehand. He rammed against the door again. "Let me out of here, sicko!" He called out.
Name calling was probably not the best move, since all it did was anger the killer, whom had just opened the shaft at the top of the room enough to talk to him. "That was a bad move, detective." The killer hissed. "Name calling is not nice, and just for that your time has just almost ran out." He lit a match, putting it to a piece of paper and watching the flame get bigger. Then he dropped it into the room. "Good-bye, Detective." He said before closing the shaft back.
Gus glanced back towards his phone. "Why haven't they called yet?" He asked in a panicked voice. "They should have called by now to give us an update on where they think Shawn went."
Henry wasn't speaking, but was looking at something on his phone instead. "That's not necessary, Gus. I just finished tracking the gps on his phone and he's in some warehouse around here somewhere."
Gus glanced at him for a moment. "Great! Let's go and find him then!"
Henry held up a hand to stop him. "Hold on a moment. I know that warehouse. That's where we busted a big drug operation at a few years ago. But a couple of the suspects got away and we never found them. If this is them, Shawn may be in trouble."
Juliet pounded on the door again. "Hello?!" She called out. "Can anyone hear me?" She was too busy trying to find someone to help her that she didn't notice the shaft at the top of the room open.
The man grabbed a knife, then stuck his hand into the room and slit a hole in the gas pipe to make the gas leak out. He quickly pulled his hand out, then closed the shaft back.
Juliet paused when she heard a sizzling noise, glancing around. She glanced up towards the top of the room, finally spotting the pipeline. She backed up towards the door, then spun around and frantically tried to open it. "Carlton! Shawn!" She called out, banging on the door.
It hadn't taken the smoke long to fill the room. Lassiter banged on the door, then rammed his shoulder into it. "Let me out of here!" He wanted to call him sicko again, but decided against it.
He started coughing, then went back to banging on the door. "Let me out of here!" He tried again, ramming his shoulder against it again. "Open this door, sicko!" The word had escaped his lips before he could stop it.
The man opened the shaft again to glare at him. "Haven't learned your lesson yet, huh?" He pulled out a gun. "Maybe this will teach you!" He pulled the trigger, but had closed the shaft before seeing if the bullet had hit its intended target or not.
Shawn had heard the sound of a gun go off, then followed the direction where he thought the sound came from. He came to a door, but when he tried the door knob, it was locked. He glanced around for the key, but there wasn't one that he could see.
He heard the same heavy footsteps that had told him of this sick and twisted little 'game', then turned around to face the masked man. "Your cheating! How do I rescue my friends if I have no key to unlock the door with?"
The man smiled. "You don't." He answered simply. "You can just be here when they do die!"
Shawn studied the man carefully. "You have the keys on you, right there in your pocket!"
The man allowed his smile to fade, then he pulled the knife out of his pocket and flipped it open. "Fight me for them." He chuckled. "I guarantee that you will lose this battle."
Shawn glanced towards the closed door, hoping that his friends could hold on just a bit longer until he got the keys from this man. He wasn't paying attention to his opponent until he was knocked to the ground and all the air was knocked out of him.
The man stood back and smiled again. "And that's how its done! Now, if you'll excuse me, you will have to find another way into this room." He walked off laughing.
Juliet found herself not able to breath well in this room anymore. She had felt dizzy and had collapsed against the wall and was now sitting in the floor, with her head resting against the wall.
It wasn't long before she started feeling tired and sleepy, but knew that she needed to stay awake; so she focused on what she would do when either Shawn or Carlton had found her and let her out of this room. She would first help catch this psychopath, then she would take her vacation that the chief kept trying to get her to go on.
It wasn't long after that before her eyelids got too heavy to keep open, so they slowly closed, finally giving in to the dizzying blackness.
Shawn had finally caught his breath and had started to get up when he saw two people running towards him. He thought they were the kidnappers coming back to finish the job and had winced when they made it to him.
"You okay, kid?" Henry asked, kneeling down beside him.
Shawn was confused at first as to why they hadn't started torturing him and it took him a few moments to come to his senses and realize that his dad and Gus was here now.
Henry grabbed his arm, then with Gus's help, they both helped him to his feet. "You okay?" Henry asked again.
Shawn nodded. "I.. I think so.." he glanced at his watch. "We have to find a way to help Jules and Lassie."
"We will," Gus promised him. "What room are they in though?"
Shawn fell silent since he wasn't really sure himself. "I don't know.." he confessed.
Henry lightly pushed him against the wall. "Just stay here, kid. Get your strength back and we will try to find them." He glanced around for something that would knock the doors open. Something stronger than a person. "Gus, follow me. Let's see if we can find the others." He hurried off.
Gus glanced worriedly at Shawn for a few moments, then hurried after Henry.
Henry had found something that would help pick a lock, and the first few rooms he tried were empty. He had taught Gus how to pick a lock so that they could split up since they were running out of time.
He paused at another door, then picked the lock quickly swinging it open. He was immediately greeted with heat, but upon further expectation, he saw flames from a fire lighting up the room so that meant that someone was in here. But the thing that worried him the most was that he didn't hear any coughing coming from inside.
He walked on in, glancing around. "Hello?!" He called out, then took his jacket off and started slinging it towards the hungry flames trying to put the fire out. He glanced around once he was able to get inside the room, and spotted Detective Lassiter laying in the floor. He took another swing at the fire, then hurried over towards him.
He couldn't tell if he was even breathing or not, so he had to get him out of this room so he could check him out. He was able to wrap his arms around his waist, then drug him slowly out of the room into fresh air.
Gus kept finding rooms with no one in them, then he came to the last room that he had yet to check out, quickly picking the lock and swinging the door open. One whiff of the open door told him there was a gas leak in the room. He put a hand over his nose to try and protect the 'super sniffer' from having to smell that. Once he walked into the room, he saw Juliet leaning against the wall, her eyes were closed.
He took a deep breath, then supported her back with one arm and used the other to pick her legs up off the floor and he carried her out of the room. Once out of the room, he laid her gently down in the floor.
He leaned closer to listen for any sound of life, then checked her neck for a pulse. He sighed in relief when he picked up a faint one.
Henry crouched down next to Lassiter to check him out. He glanced briefly towards his chest but didn't see any faint movement that he was even breathing. "Come on, detective. Not on my watch." He pressed as hard as he could on his chest, then followed suit with a few more. "Come on now. Breath! Your stronger than this, don't let a little smoke inhalation beat you!"
After a few more times, Lassiter jerked awake coughing.
It seemed like forever before Juliet had opened her eyes, glancing around. Her gaze rested on Gus. "Where's Carlton and Shawn at?" She asked quickly.
Gus sighed. "Shawn is fine, and Mr. Spencer went to find Lassiter. You're fine too, I found you just in time." He glanced around the warehouse.
She breathed a sigh of relief, then closed her eyes back to rest some more since she felt really tired.
Shawn was still propped against the wall, trying to get his breath back when he heard the heavy footsteps that was beginning to sound familiar to him. He didn't even glance up when the kidnapper approached him.
"You cheated," the man said. "You had help." He grabbed his knife, then put the cold blade to his neck. "You know what I do to cheaters?"
Shawn didn't bother to respond to that with an answer, since the man had technically lied first. He finally forced himself to glance at the masked man in front of him. "What do you want from us?" He asked, finally letting himself look like someone who was beaten by this man's sick game. "You already killed Abigail, so what else do you want now?"
The man chuckled. "What do I want? You dead. That's what. I was going to kill those people that your closest too, but you even messed that up!" He grabbed him by the shirt collar, then slung him to the ground.
Shawn just laid there for a moment in stunned silence.
The masked man knelt down beside him, then put the knife on the ground. "So I guess your not going to say anything else. Like your last words or anything?" He smiled when Shawn was still silent, then the man stood up and straddled him between his legs and sat down on his chest which made it difficult to breath. He smiled, then wrapped his hands around his neck.
Lassiter had finally stopped coughing after several moments, deciding to just lay there to catch his breath. Then he decided to try standing up in which Henry told him that he should probably stay still. He staggered to his feet, almost falling.
Henry stood up to help him if he needed it, but knowing Lassiter, he was too proud and stubborn to ask for any help.
After a little bit of torturous walking, Carlton had finally spotted his partner still laying on the ground with Guster sitting beside her. He knelt down beside them. "O'Hara?" He asked softly.
Gus glanced at him. "She's fine, she's just resting." He assured the head detective.
Lassiter just nodded at the update. "Thanks, Guster."
Well this chappie was a little bit better than the last one, not much though. I wasn't sure about ending it there or not, but I needed a place to start the next one at so I was like 'what the heck' and decided on ending it here. Well I would say this wasn't exactly a cliffy, but it kind of was, right? Anyways, follow, favorite, review, or preferably all three. Toodles now! Oh, and leave me a few ideas about what could happen next. Thanks!
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