Alright. Sorry that it has taken this long for the next chapter to come. I have been extremely busy these past few days. I hope you guys like this last chapter and it's not too boring. I'm sorry if it's not as good as some of the other ones. I was kinda in a rush to just put out a new chapter. Anyway, REVIEWS!! I would like at least 7 or 8 if possible before I put out a new chapter. Thanks!!
Nate heard a siren in the distance, sounding like a faraway bell. But it never seemed to get closer. He was just floating in a world of darkness; a world in which all senses seemed far off and unreal. Suddenly, though, he felt himself being lifted and placed onto something and a faint voice came.
"You think he'll be ok?"
"I don't know," a second voice answered, softer and a little less deep than the first. "I hope so."
Nate tried desperately to pull himself back to reality. He struggled to sit up, but something pushed him back.
"No, no, buddy. Stay there. You're not quite yourself right now. Relax."
"No," Nate moaned. "I have to…I have to save her. Please."
He tried once more to get up, but the strong hands pushed him back once more.
"Please!" Nate cried out. "Please! You don't understand! I have to save her. She's gone! It's my fault! I have to rescue her!"
Jason looked up at Shane.
"I don't know," he said, shaking his head. "He doesn't look that good. Or sound that good, for that matter."
"The paramedic guy said we should just let him rest for right now," Shan answered, staring at the nearly unconscious Nate, lying on the stretcher.
"I'm so glad you got home when you did," Jason said, sighing. Then a thought struck him. "Wait, where's Mitchie?"
"She's at her parent's house," Shane replied. "She wanted to have a little time alone with them so I said I would stop by and see you and then come pick her up in an hour and a half. She's not going to take Linda's disappearance well." Shane looked over at the front door where the policemen were still filing in and out of the small house. Jason was about to respond when Nate's voice came again.
"J-jason? Where am I?"
"You're outside on a stretcher," Shane replied, helping Nate sit up.
"Sh-shane?" Nate said, looking up at him. "How did you get here?"
"He just returned from his honey moon," Jason said for him.
Nate nodded, a blank expression on his face, and looked around. Suddenly, he remembered everything that had happened. He gasped and was about to leap off the stretcher, but Jason and Shane stopped him.
"Whoa there, boy," Jason said.
"Guys, let go right now if you know what's good for you," Nate snarled under his breath, looking up at them; his brows nit in anger.
"And why would that be?" Jason questioned.
Nate sighed and changed tactics.
"Guys, come on! You've got to let me help her!"
"What could you possibly do?" Shane asked. Just then, a policeman came over to them, holding a small piece of note paper.
"Excuse me, sirs," he said, looking at all three of the guys. "But we found this. It's addressed to you." The policeman pointed to Nate. Nate reached forward, snatched up the piece of paper and began reading aloud.
" 'You won't look into this if you know what's good for you, Nate. And if you better forget you even knew your precious girl. Do that, and I will think about letting her go—better yet, live.' "
I'm so bad!! 'What's going to happen?!' Mwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!! I'm sorry if this was either too short or really weird or both. I'm rapidly running out of ideas and basically just writing whatever comes to mind on the spot (please don't yell at me and horribly criticize my writing…..I'm trying my best!) Thank you to all that reviewed. Now, I expect at least 7 more REVIEWS before I write more (and I'm being nice. Most people say 10 or more…) Thank you so much, dear readers!!