(A/N: First of all, I'd like to thank you all for your wonderful reviews:)
Second of all, again, sorry for the lack of updates. Once I update, I'm thinking 'That should be good for the next while' and before I know it, almost three weeks have gone by.
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Lacey-Thanks so much:P Don't worry. We'd have no story if he died;)
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Also, I got a couple PMs asking me to update again. I figured it was about time...
Recap...
"Zoey, I know what you're thinking. Don't do it," He yelled out sternly, still slowly inching backwards to get away from the scary man, now holding the axe. He turned and faced Drew. "Okay, dude. Put the axe down. We can work this out." Chase told the axe murder uncertainly. The only response he recieved was a menacing glare as Drew continuing to advance on him, axe in hand...
Chase continued to back away, his arms raised in defense.
"O...kay then...How about we just play a nice game of hide and seek, then? I'll run away and hide, and...you count to a gazillion! Sound good?" He ducked under Drew's raised arm and took off running.
Chase ran (Hearing various crashes and thumping sounds coming from behind him at Drew attempted catch up) until he found himself in front of a tree, and without thinking, scurried up it. Soon after, that brown haired man showed up by the side of the tree, seeming much more sober than he was two minutes ago. (A/N: For those of you who don't already understand, he's sober cuz he ran...i dunno if i actually happens...I might've just heard it somewhere...) Chase looked from the tree he was sitting on, to the axe still gripped in Drew's hand, then back to the tree, and back to the axe before he finally realized:
"Shit," He mumbled. Smooth move, sandpaper. He scolded himself. Looking into the distance, he could make out a single shadowy figure, walking into the open field, talking on what seemed to be a cellphone. He hoped the person noticed the scene taking place before him and called for help. But the person had disappeared from view when Chase looked over for the second time.
Back on the ground, Drew was still mentally debating whether or not to cut down the tree. In his mind, somehow, murdering a person was perfectly acceptable, but don't go cuttin ' down a tree. Nope.
Suddenly, a quiet rustle was heard coming from inside the corn maze and this did not go unnoticed by Drew. He whipped around to see a group of about five policemen emerging from the maze. His eyes widening in surprise, he chucked the axe in Chase's direction and ran. Obviously, the policemen chased after him, and having gone through about two years of training, soon had him pinned to the ground.
Chase winced as he watched blood run down his left arm. One policeman had stayed behind and began to climb up the tree.
"How is it?" Chase questioned, sitting still as the police inspected his arm.
"It's pretty deep and there's a lot of blood... The axe might've hit a vein," The man promptly stopped inspecting Chase's arm and looked up. "Ahh, I'm sorry. I'm Paul, Nicole's uncle. I'm also a police officer! And you are...wait, wait, don't tell me," The only sound for the next few minutes were the sounds of Drew struggling to escape the policemen's grasp. "Chase!" Paul finally guessed excitedly as Chase nodded his head slowly. Paul pulled out his phone from his pants' pocket and quickly dialed a number. "...Hey, Nic. Come out now...Yea, but--...no...Just come out and see for yourself...Okay..." He pressed the 'end' button on his phone wordlessly and turned his head towards the door of the barn, from which four teenagers soon came jogging out of.
"Oh my God, Chase! What happened!" Zoey was the first one out and wasted no time in walking.
"Oh, it's fine." He assured her, groaning inwardly as a sharp pain ran down his arm while he climbed back down the tree.
"But you're bleeding..." Nicole informed him, noting the red liquid which was still steadily flowing down his arm.
"I'm fine. Let's just go back inside," Chase interrupted firmly, jumping down from the last branch.
"Okay, let's go," The rather short policeman helped him up and guided him towards the police car that had just pulled up beside them. "Inside," He ordered as he practically shoved Drew into the uncomfortable backseat. The blue and red lights flashed brightly, accompanying the loud siren as the black and white police car got smaller and smaller, driving down the long dirt road. (A/N: hehe can't you just imagine that?????? )
As Chase hopped down, he landed on the handle of the axe. He hit the ground as it rolled out from under him.
"Careful, bro," Josh smirked, sounding concerned, but really just mocking him.
"The hell is that doing there," He mumbled, glaring at Josh as the girls rushed over to help him up. "Let's go inside," Chase repeated, starting to limp across the large field, back towards the house.
(A/N: So, as you can seem things are starting to wind down...Hope you enjoyed this chapter, and again, terribly sorry for the long wait and I'm so sorry it's so short, I promised some people I'd have this chapter up by Monday...please press the pretty purple button:) Thank you, and Goodnight.
PS: Thank you to Simply Sarah, my beta-er:P)