The Young and the Dramatic: Season Two

Episode 17: Hatchet Defends Pam's Legacy

The next morning, Hatchet awoke to the sound of birds chirping. Sunlight dawned through the windows, and the sheriff realized he was bounded to a chair. The cracks of sunlight showed through the boarded up windows of the place the sheriff found himself in.

Hatchet fumbled with the bounds, and felt the gag tied loosely around his mouth.

"Ugh—"the sheriff mumbled, but was interrupted by another voice.

"There will be no need for that,"

Hatchet looked up to see Holmes' standing in the doorway, holding a gun in his hands, "As you can tell," he said, "You won't be doing any talking or moving at the moment,"

Zoey smiled to herself as she scribbled a note down in the notebook she had begged the workers at the hospital for. They assumed it was for Zoey to write down her feelings in, which they strongly encouraged her to do so.

However, she was planning her escape plan with Mike inside it.

"But it just didn't add up," she said to herself with a frown. She was currently sitting in the corner of the cafeteria by herself, as she usually did, "In order to get from Point A to Point B, we'll need help from the outside,"

"Then maybe we shouldn't leave at all,"

The redhead looked up to see Mike standing at the table with two trays in his hand. He gave Zoey a sincere smile, and sat down. He handed Zoey a tray, and grabbed his Jell-O. Spooning a spoon-full into his mouth, he looked back at Zoey.

"Thanks," Zoey said, recognizing the tray, "What do you mean, Mike? I thought you wanted to get out of this place,"

Mike gave Zoey a hesitant smile, and got up. Discarding the Jell-O container in the trash can, he turned back to Zoey.

"We need to talk," Mike said, sitting down at the table.

Heather awoke in darkness.

Since her kidnapping on the day of her marriage, Heather's memory had been a bit foggy. She remembered going to the bathroom, and receiving a text message. However, just as she had pulled out her phone, everyone went black.

She had arrived in this dark cell almost a month ago, and prayed everyday that Justin was out there in the world searching for her.

It would've helped if she knew where she was, though.

"I can't believe this," Heather said with a sigh, "I need to get out of here," she fumbled with the chains that attached her to the wall.

"I'm afraid that's not going to happen,"

Heather groaned, and looked towards the source of the sound. She didn't recognize the voice, but then again, didn't remember anyone's voice much of all.

"I'm doing the talking," Holmes' said, taking a seat on a chair. He smirked at Hatchet, and raised an eyebrow, "Any questions?"

"One," Hatchet said, finally getting the gag out of his mouth, "Who the hell are you?"

"Easy question," he replied, "I'm Samuel Holmes,"

Hatchet raised an eyebrow, "I've never heard of you at all. We've never even met before you arrived in the city," he said, "Then why are you stalking me?"

"We've met," Holmes' said, "A long time ago,"

"If we have, then why don't I remember?" he stopped himself, "Why do you have such an obsession with my dead wife?"

"So many questions,"

Holmes' chuckled, "Look; here's the basic layout. My sister was Bethany Holmes'. She and I were tight, and close. I loved her, and wanted everything to be right for her. Then she ran off, and fell in love,"

Hatchet raised an eyebrow.

"Still not getting anywhere—"

"Shut up," Holmes' said, "She fell in love, and eventually had a kid. I loved that little slugger to death. I only wanted the best for him, and his mother. But then his momma got ill, and I knew I couldn't support the kid,"

"So I sent him off to live with his daddy," Holmes' nodded, "Only, his dad wasn't going to do it for free. So I decided I would work for his daddy. Do whatever he asked me to do, you dig?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure," Hatchet rolled his eyes.

"And you know who that daddy was?"

Hatchet wasn't paying attention at the moment, and was currently fumbling with his binds, trying to cut them on his sharp, diamond wedding ring. It wasn't working out too well, as a matter of fact.

"Who," Hatchet said, still not paying attention.

"Chris McLean,"

"Why are you doing this to me?" Heather shrieked, looking around the room. The door closed again, and the room was shrouded in darkness.

The person in the room chuckled.

"Because of everything that you've caused me, my dear," the person said.

Heather raised an eyebrow in the darkness, and though it wasn't seen, the person knew she was doing something with a puzzled reaction.

"I don't even know who you are? How can I possibly have done something to you?" Heather screamed.

"You did something to hurt me, Heather. Although it wasn't intentionally," the person said, "You caused me so much hurt, and now I have to punish you both,"

Heather's jaw dropped.

"What are you—"she realized the truth, "You do anything to hurt Justin, and I'll mess you up so much!"

The person chuckled once more, realizing that Heather was getting quite irritated.

"What can a silly girl chained up in a shack possibly do?" the person said.

"About what…?" Zoey asked, flashing Mike one of her cute smiles.

Mike ignored it, and let out a deep sigh, "I don't think we should try escaping. It won't work. Somebody tried to escape the week before you came here, and they got caught. This place is nearly impossible to get out of,"

Zoey chuckled.

"It's nearly impossible," she said, "Which means that there is still a chance we can get out of here,"

"Then how are you planning on getting out? We're going to get hurt either way, and I don't want to see you get hurt, Zoey," Mike said with a sincere look in his eyes.

The redhead nodded her head, and reached out to grab Mike's hand, "Trust me; it will work out. Plus, I already have an escape plan worked out,"

"How,"

"We'll get help from the outside. Like I said before, I have the right person," Zoey said, with a spark in her eyes. She leaned over to whisper the person's name in Mike's ear, and when she leaned back, he gasped.

"Are you sure they'll do it?" Mike said, "They seem like a law-abiding citizen, Zoey,"

"Not the way I remember them," Zoey replied, and looked around the cafeteria, "We're getting out of this place. And within the week,"

Hatchet gasped.

"You're working with Chris?" he said, with his eyes bugging out of his face.

Holmes' shrugged, "He's more of my boss. He's hiding out now, planning his heroic return to Wawanakwa City where he'll take back McLean Enterprises,"

"Not in my city, he's not," Hatchet growled.

"Which is exactly why he sent me here," Holmes' smirked, "To get rid of you," he patted his gun, causing Hatchet to gasp once more, "Oh, don't be gloomy. I'm going to get rid of you just like I did with your pathetic wife,"

Silence filled the room, and Hatchet realized what that meant.

"You…" he stopped himself, "You were the driver that McLean ordered to kill Pam," he looked up at Holmes' with fire in his eyes.

"You did that?" Hatchet's eyes widened, "I'll kill you!"

Holmes' rolled his eyes, "Too bad you won't get the chance," he said, and raised the gun, pointing it straight at Hatchets' temple.

"Let me go!" Heather shrieked in pure terror.

"I'm afraid that won't be happening," the person replied, and let out a shrill shriek of insanity.

Heather let out a cry of plea, and tears strained down her face. The person in front of her turned the other cheek, and left the room, leaving Heather alone in the darkness.

"Or will I?" Hatchet said, and raced out of his chair. During his conversation with Holmes', he had managed to free the bonds that tied him to the chair. He lunged for Holmes' feet, knocking him off the ground.

The gun scattered across the cell, and Hatchet rolled across the floor with Holmes'.

"No!" Holmes' screamed, "You can't live!"

"Well then I guess I'll see you in Hell!" Hatchet shouted as he grabbed the gun. He pointed it at Holmes', and gasped as Holmes' lunged towards him. The gun went off, and Holmes' fell to the ground.

Hatchet gasped as he watched Holmes' close his eyes for the final time, and his pool of blood formed.

Next on the Young and the Dramatic…

"Stick it together, Heather," the queen bee reminded herself as she shivered in the dark.

With every storm comes a rainbow…

"He's gone," Hatchet said, gasping, "I killed him,"

Except for the residents of Wawanakwa City…

"You slept with my boyfriend!" Anne Maria screamed, causing Eva to narrow her eyes at her.

And everyone knows it won't be getting better…

"Perfect," the person rubbed their hands together, "Justin will never see any of it coming,"

A/N – Whew! There are only two weeks left of The Young and the Dramatic: Season Two. This week, there will only be four episodes since on Friday, there will be The Young and the Dramatic Rewind 2 special being posted.

Gwen will return to recap the seasons' events on Friday, and a sneak-peek of finale week will be showed. I'm sure you'll all enjoy what's coming up! I'll post what was supposed to be today's (Monday) chapter later tonight.

Off to sleep since I don't have school today!

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