Hey, so I think I've finally come up with a system now. I got about 5 stories happening right now, so my plan currently is to just go down the list. Post a new chapter for each story then just go down the list, each a new chapter. If I'm really lucky, it will be all new chapters in one week, but in reality, it will probably be the new chapters in a month. Hopefully the former, but we'll see. And maybe I'll finally have an actual writing schedule.
Well, that's my plan, but right now, reviews!
ErinJordan: I'm glad you enjoyed it! Sorry for being so late, but here is the next chapter!
Alrighty guys, enjoy!
Frank Hardy was almost free. He tugged and tugged at his right hand, and it was finally starting to come undone. A second later, with the last pull, his right hand ripped free from the duct tape holding his wrist to the wall.
"Ow," He groaned, shaking his hand, trying to lessen the sting that came from the duct tape. His wrist was very red and was almost completely free of hair. He and Joe had to look into that brand of duct tape that Antonio used, it was very strong.
It took him less time to peel the duct tape off his left wrist, but it was not as fast as he hoped. The freezing lake water that was up to his knees soaked through his jeans, the absorbent material causing the rest of his clothes to be wet. His fingers fumbled with the last few layers of duct tape, but those came off too.
The last problem was the hardest. The pieces of duct tape holding his feet together was under water. He would have to get down into the water to undo those, and he was already freezing and wet.
'The chairs!' He thought, coming up with a solution. Instead of getting down in the water, he could go sit in the chair and get them undone. He would still get wet with the way the water was rising, but it would be better than nothing.
The chair was a couple feet in front of him, just out of reach. He would have to jump for it. He tried shuffling forward, but the duct tape was so tight it caused the bones in his ankles to rub against each other and it was very painful. He would have to hop.
It was an awkward process. He would hop forward in small distances, keeping his arms out for balance. He was doing good for the first few jumps, but then after one jump, he slipped on a rope that was on the floor hidden by the water.
He flew backward, arms flying, trying to catch his balance, but with no luck. The water that was now up to his thighs came splashing around him. In seconds he was completely covered, and he came up sputtering.
'Well, that's just great,' He thought to himself. 'At least I can reach it now. And I'm already wet.' Quickly, he worked on the duct tape, unwrapping it from his ankles.
Free from the duct tape, Frank splashed through the water as fast as he could to the closet. He pulled at the doorknob, locked tight. Antonio had taken the key with him.
He backed up in the water, and ran forward, ramming his shoulder into the wooden door. If the water wasn't so high, he would've been able to do this in seconds.
It took Frank three tries to break the door, a lot longer than it would normally take. With the door hanging at an odd angle, Frank grasped the corner and tugged at it, before it came loose.
The closet had kept a relative amount of water out of it, but as soon as the door was torn away, all the water rushed in. In seconds the level was the same inside and out, up to Frank's waist. Joe had been on the floor, and the rush of water forced him upward.
Frank had grabbed Joe's arm that hadn't be hurt and pulled him out of the closet. It looked like he had tried to get the duct tape off, but he hadn't. Joes eyes were closed, and he was standing, though he was dangerously close to falling over.
Frank tapped Joe's cheek gently as he started to unwrap the duct at his arms. Joe's eyes flew open when Frank touched his shoulder, and he grimaced, not making any other noise.
"Sorry, Joe, but we need to get this duct tape off so we can get moving." Frank apologized, trying to be as gently as possible as he finished removing the duct tape from his arms.
As Joe stood there, Frank dove under the water an fumbled with the tape at his ankles. Luckily, the guards had been more generous with him than Franks, so he could quickly get it undone.
Finally free from all of the duct tape, Frank moved in front of Joe and the brothers stood face to face. Joe's eyes were open, but they were glazed over and dull.
"Joe. Joe, can you hear?"
Joe was barely aware of his surroundings. He had his basic senses. He felt the water rising higher and higher, up to his waist now. He smelled the water, and the wood and the metal of the boat. He heard the water rushing in. He tasted blood in his mouth from previous encounters with a fist. He saw Frank standing in front of him, lips moving, but he couldn't hear or make out the words.
Everything was dull and lifeless. Colors were less bright. Time seemed to move in slow motion. He realized that Frank had brought him outside, he wasn't stuck in the storage closet anymore. He was outside, and safe. But the rest of him didn't seem to believe that. That he was still trapped inside, inside with the walls getting smaller and smaller, closing in on him.
Frank was getting no response out of Joe whatsoever. Frank grabbed his arm and pulled him toward the middle of the room. Frank had to think of a plan, quick. The water was even higher, up to their stomach. Frank prayed for when the time came, Joe would be able to snap out of it enough for them to get out safely.
But now Frank just needed to find a way out.
Ok, I kind of realize that it actually doesn't like take that long to get out of duct tape, and I think it actually does like lose its sticky in the water, but I need some form of plot right?
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