Author: Ocaso PM
Dadnapped, obviously, was written for the younger crowd. If it had been written for an older, darker audience, the middle of the story might have gone something like this… //This is the site's 1st story ever for this new category!//Rated: Fiction M - English - Chapters: 5 - Words: 3,518 - Reviews: 24 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 06-25-11 - Published: 08-15-09 - id: 5304735
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Author's Note: I keep delaying the ending of this fic – I'm sorry. But I think there will only be one more episode, so please forgive me, enjoy and review…
Disclaimer: Definitions of "Delusion": 1. The idea that you own Dadnapped. 2…
Wheeze didn't know why he'd expected otherwise. After all, it was late, so it was obvious that the bunch of kids would have gone back home. Yet there was still reason to wonder: there were no security guards, no Merv, no anyone. The hotel was absolutely empty…
He had been too scared to tell the pizza guy what they had seen, and they had all been too sick to eat what he had offered. Now his stomach was turning itself inside out, and he didn't know if it was hunger or the feeling that yet another thing was completely wrong.
Andre's quiet order broke the silence, and Sheldon and Wheeze walked behind him to the Presidential Suite.
Melissa woke up to everything hurting, and she could feel every crease of the sheets marked on her palms as she relaxed her fists. It took her a moment to manage opening her eyes, but when she did, she noticed that the curtains were still not drawn, making the room glow in the incandescent light.
In the background, she could hear fast typing.
She wished she could turn her head around to see her dad, but sharp pain shot down from her neck to the base of her spine when she tried, making her eyes water and convincing her to stay in the position she was in. Not that it was more comfortable: cool air pricked the open wounds on her back and blood was caked on her thighs, making her feel sticky all over…
The room was empty and the beds were made, but the Morris' bags were still in the Suite. Fearing discovery, they quietly undid the place, looking for clues they knew they wouldn't find because, and there was no denying it, they had reached a dead end. They couldn't call the Police, they couldn't go to their parents (would they even believe this wasn't a marketing ruse?), they couldn't find Melissa or Neil–
"We should go upstairs."
Seeing their irritated looks, Sheldon continued quickly.
"Look, we've got to tell someone. Merv brought them here. He'll know who to talk to. He'll know what to do."
"What if he doesn't believe us?"
"We've got to try. We aren't getting anywhere and I don't know why we keep trying to deal with this like it's something we can handle. They killed a guy. They killed a guy. Who knows what they've done to Neil and Melissa, or if they're still alive."
"Dude, don't even–"
"There's too much blood. Everywhere. These guys aren't playing around. I don't think they're professionals –they've made a mess– but the fact is that they're serious. And now we're tangled in it."
"Okay. Okay. Let's say we go upstairs. What next? Do we just go 'hey, they've kidnapped Neil and his daughter; could you help us find them'?"
"I don't know, and I don't care. We'll figure it out. Let's just go."
Melissa woke up not knowing when she'd fallen asleep again and the warm hand once more caressed her badly injured shoulder.
Her father's voice broke. So did hers.
"Daddy." She croaked, tears running towards the mattress. "Daddy, it hurts…"
"I know, sunshine. I know, and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…"
"It's not your fault. It's not."
"It is. I got us into this. Sweetheart, I promise–"
"Well, time's up."
A heavy weight was removed from the bed and Melissa bounced slightly.
"Please, please, just one more minute. Just let me kiss her." Neil begged Maurice.
"I'll do it." Skunk replied.
Skunk's laughter rang through the room, and Melissa couldn't avoid crying out as she was roughly lifted off the bed only to be dragged towards the bathroom.
"NO! NO! DAD!" She shrieked, freaking out.
"STOP! STOP, YOU SICK BASTARD!"
But the door closed, leaving a roaring Neil behind.
They froze: they had heard the voices – they were inside.
Wheeze, Sheldon and Andre looked at each other: what now?
Author's Note: Thanks for reading, and don't worry: the wait will be over soon.