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Gosh…I even hate myself for how long it took me to get this up here. But I had problems with my internet connection and then when I finally got it back I decided to re-write the chapter because I didn’t like the way it went and then I went on vacation. I should stop with the excuses now. I don’t think you want to listen to me blab on…so you could just read it now!

But first, a very very big thank you to all my readers and my lovely reviewers (without you I probably would have given up months ago):

Avelyn Lauren, Arica, Princess of Rivendell, Diamond and Stars, KJJA, Hermione Potter1234, macy, KittyAuthor6, magical-mystery-girl, Cynthia, Little-libby-lou, kty, and last but certainly not least Great Gray Owl.

And now…Missing Since Monday!!

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Chapter 16 – Thursday, June 29th

“This is it” Nancy said while turning to George. They were standing in front of the warehouse that they escaped from just hours ago. “You ready for this?” Nancy asked before readjusting her mask. George simply looked at her, “Please, Nancy. I’ve been ready. The real question is are you ready to do that horrible nasal voice?” Nancy just laughed, “Yeah, I think that I’m ready for that.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” George replied as she started towards the warehouse. Nancy took a deep breath before running to catch up with George. When she caught up with her, she whispered, “Remember I am Richard Turner and you are Anthony Mall.” George mumbled an “I know, I know” before they entered the opened door of the warehouse, which led into a corridor.

The first thing Nancy noticed about the corridor when she walked in was the disgusting smell. After holding her breath in order not the throw up, she looked around. She saw that the warehouse was not well lighted and there must be either a plumbing or a roof problem of some sort because there were puddles of water sporadically on the floor. The paint was peeling off of the wall and the tile floor was cracked and full of mold. Nancy made a face of disgust, ‘Sheesh, all of the hide outs are the same. Smelly, wet, and just plain gross. Why would anyone want to work in a place like this?’

“Hey,” shouted one guard from the end of the corridor, “there they are!”

Nancy and George stood still and saw three guards standing at the end of the corridor. All of the guards were wearing clothes similar to what Nancy and George were wearing and all three of them looked like they could easily bend a metal rod. The three of them all looked the same except one had blonde hair, one had black hair, and the other had flaming red hair. The three guards huddled together for a bit before the blonde guard started to make his way towards Nancy and George.

“What the hell?” George whispered angrily, “They can’t know already, can they?” Nancy shrugged in response. George was about to turn around when Nancy grabbed her arm, “No! Wait!” Nancy whispered, “Maybe its not what you think.” George never had the chance to respond because the blonde guard had finally reached them

“Rich, Tony…where have you two been?” The guard asked while throwing his hands up. George made a grunting noise and eyed Nancy. Nancy took a deep breath, ‘Here goes nothing…’

“Well” Nancy said in the most nasally voice she could, “we kinda of got lost.” She closed her eyes shut, as if she was expecting a blow. She heard the guard sigh and suddenly he started to laugh. Nancy slowly opened her eyes and saw the guard shake his head and put his arm around her shoulders. “Dude, how many times has it been this week that you got lost? And I thought making you go with Silent Bob over there would prevent you from getting lost.” The guard continued to laugh as he removed his arm and walked back to where the other guards were.

“Well,” George whispered, “that was interesting.”

“Yeah.”

“Come on, lets get moving before they notice that we aren’t exactly who we say we are.” George grabbed Nancy arm and started to pull her in another direction but Nancy shook her off. “No, we need to talk to them.” Nancy didn’t even have to see George to know that George was looking at her bug-eyed

“What,” George whispered heatedly, “are you trying to get us caught?”

Nancy gave George a stern look. “No, I’m not but we need to find out more information just in case we need to know anything like passwords or stuff. Can you just trust me? We can’t afford to argue now.” George just sighed, “You’re right, Nancy. I’m sorry, let’s go talk to them.”

Nancy nodded her head and walked towards the guard trio.

“So,” Nancy said in her nasal voice, “what did we miss?”

The red haired guard shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing really. All that happened was that the boss finally decided on a time to begin the mission.” Nancy and George stealthily looked at one another before the red haired guard continued. “He announced awhile ago that we are going to be heading down to the jail tonight at midnight.”

“What about the girls?” Nancy asked

The blonde haired guard grunted, “Gosh, you really don’t listen do you? The boss told us that there is a fence around the whole property. There is no way those girls are getting out. It’s only a matter of time before they get caught by one of us.”

“Which is why,” the red haired guard said, “the boss is making us start the second part of the plan tonight.”

‘I need to find out who they’re breaking out.’ Nancy thought before taking a deep breath. ‘Here it goes’

“So,” Nancy said as nasally and casually as possible, “can you remind me who we are breaking out again.”

The black haired guard rolled his eyes. “Come on, Rich, you gotta be kidding me. Are you that thick-headed or did that stupid annoying noise you call a voice made you deaf?” Nancy shifted around uncomfortably. Even though that wasn’t her real voice, it still hurt that she was being insulted.

“It’s the boss’s brother. I’m pretty sure his name is…”

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“Daniel Valmont,” Carson told Fenton as he clicked up a picture of him off the internet off his computer, “was found guilty of the murder of Andrew Potter and was also found guilty of perjury. He was convicted three years ago after Nancy found a secret compartment that held evidence that Daniel was stealing money and also the murder weapon with Daniel’s fingerprints all over it.”

Fenton straightened up a bit and scratched his head, “Well, we know he’s guilty and he would want revenge on Nancy but he is still being held in jail without bail. How could he be behind it?”

“Well,” Carson responded, “I don’t think that this master plan is Daniel’s.” Carson bit his lip as he clicked random buttons on his computer. After a couple of seconds, an old picture appeared on the screen. It showed a family of four standing in front of a small garden holding up a pumpkin. The caption underneath the picture read ‘This year’s pumpkin growing contest was won by the Valmont family. Matthew (34), Emily (29), Daniel (6), and Mark (4)’

“So, you hunch that the family has something to do with it?”

“Well,” Carson said while smirking, “not the entire family.” Carson typed a bit more on the computer until a file came up named Mark Valmont. “Turns out that the little brother took his brother’s arrest hard. He was in therapy for awhile until the parents got too tried to try and help him which resulted in him being sent to an asylum. When he came, .”

“Let me guess,” Fenton said tiredly, “he expressed more than he wanted in art class.”

“Exactly. It was reported that he would draw pictures of Daniel and himself hovering over the body of a girl. I tried to find the pictures and I was unsuccessful so I could only assume that they were meant to be Nancy. Anyways, after a couple of weeks, the pictures kept getting realistic until Mark actually cut himself to use at the blood in his pictures.” Fenton’s eyes widened

“Are you serious?!” Fenton shouted, “This kid was seriously demented. But I still don’t see he has to do with this if he is still in that hospital.”

“Well,” Carson said, “there’s more. After that incident, he was sent to solitary confinement for six months. A year and a half ago, Mark was set to be transferred to another asylum where he could get better treatment. Half way to the new asylum, the transporter van flipped leaving two guards dead, one injured, and a new guard and Mark no where to be found. The van was in flames when cops came on the scene and after analysis of the van it stated that Mark’s blood was in the back of the van. They assumed that he died in the fire but I think that he got away. No, I think he escaped that day with the help of that guard and they planned to seek their revenge on Nancy. But I also read that Mark gave no impression of anything and was actually fighting to stay in the original asylum until that new guard starting working.” Carson placed his hand over his eyes and sighed, “I think that this was planned and Mark was just the gullible person needed to get started.”

Fenton was silent for a second before opening his eyes a bit more. “Carson, are you suggesting that not only Mark Valmont is involved but secretly there is some other psychopath that is pulling the strings?”

“Yes, Fenton, that is exactly what I am suggesting.”

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2:20 AM

Raine slowly opened her eyes to still see only black. The first thing she felt other than pain was the blistering cold. She shivered as she tried to pick herself up off the floor without causing too much pain or putting too much pressure on her broken leg. After what seemed like years, she finally got up and crawled onto the sorriest excuse for a bed and pulled up the thin, ripped sheet. She was still drenched from when Mark threw that water on her but the point where the stun gun hit her stomach was where it hurt the most. The pain was getting too unbearable and Raine could feel herself drifting back into unconsciousness. Right before she closed her eyes, she whispered something not even she could hear.

“Please hurry, Ned.”

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-- Angelicxox