Hello, sorry I took a bit, I had to make sure that I got a project done for class. Lousy excuse I know but….enough about me, here's another chapter.
"Wakey wakey Sixer," Ford heard a familiar voice say. Ford was in his mindscape, standing in the wheatgrass flowing in the wind and the noisy creaking of his childhood swings in the background. Bill appeared floating above him and he came down towards Ford close enough so they could talk face to face.
"Bill?" said Stanford, "what's going on? I have to get back, there was a man attacking Fiddleford!"
Bill laughed, "Relax Sixer! I've taken care of it! Rico is gone and that guy whose friends with your brother took him out of town."
Stanford relaxed, "Phillip, I'm glad. Last time I saw the man he was unconscious on the floor. I wasn't sure if he was going to get back up anytime soon. Wait. What about Lee?"
Bill started to circle around Stanford's head, "Oh Stanley, yeah he went with Phillip to take Rico back. Phillip said he would take care of him for you."
Stanford was taken aback, "What!?"
"Yeah, isn't that great! Now you won't have to worry about taking care of him anymore. You can just focus on building the portal! It won't build itself now will it?"
"Lee just went with him?" shouted Stanford. "After all I did for him, he just runs off with his friend! So typical of him."
Stanford looked up at Bill once he stopped circling around him.
"I don't understand, shouldn't you be happy?" questioned Bill. "He's no longer holding you back, you can continue your studies without the worries that your brother brought with him. I tell you, you humans are more confusing than I first thought."
Stanford sighed, "Tell me about it."
….
Stanley woke up with a splitting head ache, he was curled up on himself but when he opened his eyes it was pitch black.
'Uh, what's going on here?' Stanley thought right before the floor beneath him bounced and his head smacked into a hard surface a couple of inches from where he was laying.
Stanley could hear the revve of a car engine, and the small space he was in. He added it together.
"Damn it," he cursed out loud.
Stanley was in a trunk of a car. He went to reach up to rub his head when he realized that his hands were tied together in front of him. The last thing he remembered was being in the house with his brother when… Rico! Where was he!
Angry, Stanley lashed out by kicking his legs from their fetal position, hitting something else that was in the trunk with him. There was a low moan. Stanley froze, what was that!
The owner of the pained noise started to shift around, they must have tried to get up because he heard what must have been there poor bastards head hitting the roof just like he did not moments earlier.
"What da fuck!" said the stranger in the dark.
Stanley recognized that voice, "Phillip? Is…is that you?"
"Stanley? Hey man what's going on…are….are we in a trunk? Phillip replied.
Stanley was surprised, he guessed you would have to be good at fast thinking and recognizing your surroundings if you wanted to be a FBI agent. He assumed that if he was in here with him that he would also have his hands tied.
"Yeah we are. How's your head, what's the last thing you remember? I found you on the floor in the living room unconscious."
Phillip huffed, "Unconscious? Must be why my head feels like it got hit by a dump truck. Wouldn't be the first time….wait… yeah someone broke into the house last night. We had a scuffle but I don't remember what happened afterwards. But you know I thought it was weird, I thought little towns like Gravity Falls didn't have break in's like that. Everyone knows each other so…"
"So you don't know who the attacker was?" asked Stanley
"No it was too dark, couldn't make anything out. Why do you know anything?" said Phillip.
"It was Rico."
"What," Phillip hissed. "How did that piece of shit find us? Find you?!"
Stanley flinched a little at the sudden outburst, but was glad to see that Phillip couldn't see him at the moment. There was no way that Rico could find him, out in the middle of nowhere on the other side of the country. Unless….
Suddenly the road started to get bumpy, as if they went off road. The car screeched to a halt.
"Worn pads, just like the Stanmobile," thought Stanley.
A car door was slammed and a key to the trunk was heard as it was turned to open the trunk lid.
"Stanley," whispered Phillip, "whatever happens, fight. You hear me kid fight."
Before Stanley could reply the lid was opened to bring in the bright light from the outside. Momentarily blinded, Stanley looked up and saw Rico smiling down on the two men. Rico reached in and went for Stanley but Phillip had other ideas.
Even with tied hands, Phillip pushed the man back and Rico surprised stumbled. Phillip was trained for action and being ready at a moment's notice, but was at a disadvantage.
Stanley knew that if they were to get out of this, he needed to give his all. Throwing his legs over the side, Stanley scooted out of the car. Phillip was head to head with the man and failing fast. Phillip was dodging Rico's punches, but the man wasn't at the top of his game and was starting to miss some of them.
Stanley bunched his hands into fists, "Phillip," he told himself, "we need to help Phillip."
Right as Stanley pushed himself off the car to the fight, Phillip went down. Rico grunted as he kicked Phillip in the head to make sure he stayed down. Stanley found himself in the sights of his old abuser.
Trying to keep face, he brought his arms up as if in a boxing match. Stanley's legs were shaking so bad he was surprised that he was still standing.
As if he didn't seem like a threat, Rico bent down and grabbed Phillip's arms and started to drag him back to the car. Phillip groaned, his head must have started to bleed again from his last encounter.
"Let him go," Stanley whimpered.
Rico stopped walking and dropped Phillip's arms. "Or what?"
Stanley gasped, "Or I'll stop you." That must have not been the correct way to phrase it because all that came from Rico was a deep laugh.
"Stanley, do I need to teach you lesson again. I have many of times but I will teach you again." Rico grabbed the rope used to tie Stanley's hands together and pulled him close,"Esta vez me aseguraré de que aprendas." growled Rico.
Stanley thought he was going to pass out right then and there.
Pushing him to the ground, Rico turned around and picked Phillip up to throw him back into the trunk of the car, Stanley knew that it was his best shot to running. Get help and come back for Phillip, but he knew he wouldn't get far until Rico found him again.
'Remember Lee, fight, just like Phillip told you,' Stanley told himself. He would just have to make sure he found a way to get him and his friend out of here alive.
Facing the other side of the car, Stanley finally was able to see where Rico had taken the two men. Some kind of run down shack, forgotten and left to being taken over by nature herself. Vines crawled up the sides of the shack and windows broken.
The trunk lid slammed and Rico roughly grabbed Stanley and started to drag him to the door. Fighting the entire way didn't seem to make a difference to the man as he pushed open the door and shoved Lee into the house.
Then entire place was dark, only lit by the outside through the windows. The air was musty and everything looked old and dusty. In front of him there was a set of stairs that led up to the second floor. Most of the steps were broken while empty beer bottles littered the surrounding floor.
Rico pushed Stanley into the next room, and shoved him onto the couch.
"Permanecer," said Rico as he went over to the cabinets on the other side of the room. Rico must have been to this house before because he pulled out a black duffle bag. He placed it on top and pulled out a small case.
Stanley's heart beat increased, he started to look around the room trying to find something to protect himself with or a way out of the house.
Stanley knew that case, he hated what was inside. There was a time he looked forward to the relief that it gave but now…
Rico came forward with the syringe. "I have to go, and I cannot leave you like this. I would be rude, and you could run away."
Stanley tried to push them man away but the man pushed Stanley back onto the couch and pulled his sleeve up to expose his arm.
The last thing he remembered was the syringe going into his arm and looking at the mad man's face as his smile grew.