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Chapter 30: Escape from Washington, DC

Police Officer's PoV: (The one that pulled over Harry)

Officer Pedro sits in the police cruiser. I head back over to the car, and he says, "Why didn't you search that van?"

"Why should I have?" I ask.

"Because, that van looks a lot like the van that belongs to Harold Lime, the one we're searching for."

"Did you see the license plate?"

"No, but it's your duty to search suspicious-looking vans."

"I'm sorry. I'm still in training, you know!"

"Well, we should follow it. That van could possess Kevin McCallister," I get in the car and head in the direction that van went...

Kevin's PoV:

Harry carries me to our new hideout. Once we're inside, he sits me down on the couch. How does Harry find out about these places? Harry closes the door turns around and smirks. That smirk gives me the creeps... Harry kneels down in front of me and grabs a hold of my arm again. "I'll make sure you'll never see the light of day again, little fella..." He twists my arm, which makes me whimper. "And, if breaking your arm is the way to do it, so be it..." He squeezes my arm harder. "I'm going to enjoy this..." I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting for the break to happen, when there's a knock on the door. "Shit..." Harry whispers. Harry lets go of my arm for the time being, picks me up over his shoulder, and opens the door, that looks like it leads to yet another basement. Harry hollers, "Coming!" He turns on the light and brings me down the stairs. This basement isn't as nice as the one in Oregon. In fact, this house isn't even as nice as the one in Oregon. As far as I know, we're not in Oregon, anymore... He lays me down on a mattress that's on the basement floor. He grabs my left arm this time and threatens, quickly whispering, "If you try to do anything, I'll break your fucking arm in half, understand?!" I nod, frantically. "Good. Now, lay there and don't move," Harry whispers, letting go of my arm. He heads up the stairs, turns the light off, and closes the door behind him...

Harry's PoV:

I close the basement door and lock it. I then head over to the main door and open it. Ah, shit... It's the police officer that pulled me over. "Good evening, Officer."

"Good evening."

"May I ask why you're here?"

"We found your van sort of suspicious-looking."

"How so?"

"It's a similar description to the van that's owned by Harold Lime."

"Well, that van's another colour, isn't it?"

"It's black, and the license plate is 922 – R1E."

Panic rises in me. I forgot to change the license plate... "I'm sorry, I'm not who you're looking for..."

"May I look at your van, please?"

I feel nauseous, all of a sudden. "Umm... Sure." The officer nods, and I run back into the house. I turn the light on in the basement, run down the stairs, and pick up Kevin off the mattress on the floor. Dammit, isn't there any place, where I can rest for awhile?! Jeez! Kevin starts fighting to get out of my grasp, but I order, "Quit fighting me!" Luckily, there's a back door to this place. I head out the back door, carrying Kevin...

Kevin's PoV:

Why's Harry escaping from the back door?! Who's here?! Well, I should try my best to get the help I desperately need now. I start to scream for help, muffled. Harry whispers, "Shut up! Just shut up, kid!" We seem to be heading into a bush. It's cold out here! I don't want to stay in a bush! The bushes don't seem to last very long, because, in no time, we seem to be out in a parking lot, with very few cars. Harry then throws me over his shoulder and runs to each car, trying to open them. "Isn't there anyone who keeps their doors unlocked, anymore?!" Harry manages to open a car. He pops open the trunk with the switch inside. He rushes to the back of the car and stuffs me in the trunk. He slams the trunk shut...

Harry's PoV:

I manage to hot wire the car and drive off. They'll know that I'm Harold Lime now! Dammit! I start punching the steering wheel out of anger, not caring if I'm accidentally honking the horn. Keeping this kid hidden is tougher than I thought! I'm breaking that kid's arm... I swear it! I'm breaking that fucking kid's arm...

Kevin's PoV:

I've never been locked in a trunk before, so I start to panic. How far are we going, anyway?!

It doesn't seem long, until it feels like we pull over somewhere... I hear Harry get out of the car. I start kicking the trunk, to try to get somebody to hear me... Suddenly, the trunk opens, and Harry shouts, "Quit it!" All's I do is glare at him. He glares back at me. He grabs onto my left arm again and squeezes it. "If you don't cut the bullshit, kid, I'll rip your fucking arm off!" Now, I know that's an empty threat... He lets go of me and grabs a hold of the trunk lid. "Now, go to sleep or something and stop aggravating me!" He then slams it shut...

Harry's PoV:

I pump gas into the car. Luckily, no one's around at this all-night gas station... I have to get away as quick as I can, so that the police don't catch up to me and save Kevin...

As soon as I finish pumping the gas, I go in and pay. I don't want to pay, mind you, but the gas station always finds out when you don't pay... I pay at the till, and the man behind I guess notices that I'm angered and frustrated. He asks, "Are you OK, sir?"

"Yeah... It's just my kid in the car driving me nuts..."

"Ohh, I see."

"Yeah. That Kevin's a real hand-full..." Shit... I accidentally let his name slip...

"Kevin? You know, there's a kid named Kevin McCallister, that's been missing for almost a week, now." For fuck sakes... Isn't there anyone out there not looking for that kid?

"Yeah, I heard. Poor kid."

"Someone named Harold Lime took him. Some people are so sick in this World..."

"I know. Trust me, I know..."

"This is the kid," He shows me the same picture the cop showed me earlier. "I've been showing this to everyone that comes in the gas station." I look at that picture. That dreaded kid... What he thinks he's doing is so smart, but it's just the opposite... I hand the picture back to the guy. "It's shocking that he's still alive. It's been said that he is."

"Yeah, I'm shocked, too. Most kidnappers kill their victims shortly after they take them." That's what I should've done in the first place... "Well, I have to go now, sir. Bye."

"Bye. Have a good night," I nod and leave the gas station. I hop in the car and drive off. I hope to get far enough away, so that I can let the kid out of the trunk...

Gas Station Worker's PoV:

There was something awfully suspicious about that guy... I dial 911, and I hear, "911. What is your emergency?"

"Hi. I'm not too sure, but I think Harold Lime was just in my gas station... He mentioned a boy named Kevin driving him nuts. He seemed awful shady."

"OK. Where is your gas station located?"

"It's in Albion, Whitman, at Carl's Gas Station and Snack Bar."

"Did you see the man's car, sir?"

"No, sorry, I didn't..."

"There are two officers nearby, that seem to have found Harold Lime's van and all the things stolen from a family back in Oregon. We'll send them over now,"

"OK. Thank you..." And I hang up...

Kevin's PoV:

The trunk opens, and I wake up. Cold air rushes inside the trunk. Where are we now? Harry picks me up out of the trunk and closes the hatch. He carries me inside an abandoned house. It looks even more rundown than the last one. How does he know about these places?! Well, I think he just found this one out of chance, to be honest...

Once he brings me inside, he manages to pull out a chair and sit me down on it. It's so dusty in here... It's a wooden house. "Luckily, we found this place, kiddo," Harry states. "I don't know where else to go." Is he still going to break my arm?! I don't care what threats Harry gives me, I have to try and at least attempt to get away... Harry wraps his hand around my right arm again. He's not kidding about breaking it... All's I can do is stare at him with fear. I try to protest out of his grasp, but he just smacks the side of my head. "Quit your fighting, would you, kid?! Dammit!" He grabs onto the same arm with his other hand and says, "I want you to feel everything I felt, kid..." Tears form in my eyes. Please, don't... He starts twisting my arm. "I wanna finish this..." He twists it more, which makes me gasp in pain. "You won't ever try to get away from me again, will you, kid?" I frantically shake my head "no". "You'll stay with me, until your family sends me the money, won't you?" Frantically, I nod my head. "If not, I'll slit their damn throats! Got it?" I nod. Please, let go... "The mail went out Friday. Your parents should get those pictures tomorrow, if not, Tuesday. It's already passed midnight on Sunday. They'll see your pictures and send the money shortly after. It'd help if we stayed in one place, huh? That way, I can receive the money, huh?" I nod. "Now, quit your nonsense, so that I can stop travelling across the country and get you out of my sight!" He smacks the side of my head again. He takes a hold of my arm with his right hand again, holding it with both hands. Stop it... Please... I cry out, as an incredible pain takes over my arm...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Thanks for reading! You know the drill! Today's useless information: I wish I didn't have to go home tomorrow... I wish the weather remained bad, so I didn't have to... It's not that I don't love home, I just love this vacation!

Wow. That was a long chapter! A lot of stuff happened! This wouldn't have happened, if it weren't for ideas from: CartwheelLou, PhoenixUniverse, and HorrorFan13. MiHighLover1, your idea will be used later. I've used all your ideas in some way, people. Thank you. I was completely lost. What will happen to Kevin next? You'll see! Ciao!

- Termina's Hero1234