It's eight o' clock in the morning, the alarm was going off...a hand reaches from under the covers, and smashes it. It didn't go off.
He continued to smash it though, until it finally did stop beeping...his arm just hangs off the bed...he finally gets out of bed, wearing only his boxers...He walks over and opens the curtains, shining light through the room. He squints his eyes as he is majorly tired.
He walks into the next room of his apartment, in the room was a desk, a small sitting area, and a television, just to the left was his small kitchen.
On his desk were tons of papers and mail, some not even opened...and he received it days ago.
He walks over to make his cup of coffee, and his eyes drift to the fridge, where a note says on it...
- Meeting at one! -
Shawn sighs at the note...ever since they found out of my acquaintance with Nick three months ago, everyone has been on me like vultures on a corpse.
And the meetings...there are meetings everyday it seems.
And every one it seems they make a decision on whether to keep me, throw me out, hold me out for a while or something, but everyone has their own opinions...and no one can make a decision.
It also doesn't help that my best buddy won't put a say into it. Everything was going well between us until it came along.
I know Jonathan told them too, because no one else in the organization knew about it. Now there is all the hassle...I've tried talking to Jon about it, but he doesn't say a thing...and now we haven't spoken in weeks! Even at work...
A knock is heard on the door, Shawn slips on a robe and answers it...its Crystal.
"Shawn! Did you hear?"
"Hear what?"
"Your brother is getting out of jail!"
Shawn drops his coffee cup, shattering the cup, and sending coffee everywhere...
"...Ja...Ja....Jason?"
"Yes...Jason, your brother..."
Shawn leans back against the counter...
"He doesn't deserve to be let out...why?"
"Good behavior..."
Shawn smashes his fist on the counter...
"Care to explain?" Crystal asks.
"Later...I am going down to the NYSO..."
Shawn walks quickly into his bedroom, throws his robe off, and quickly throws on some pants, and a button-up shirt. He doesn't worry about the tie, he grabs his jacket...
"Shawn? What is with the hurry?"
"I will not let him be free..."
He locks his apartment running down the stairs, Crystal follows.
"I don't understand, he's your brother...you should..."
"If you knew what this b****** did to me...to my family
Shawn unlocks the door to his truck, gets into the front seat...
"Get in..."
Crystal gets into the passenger seat, and he drives off when able to pull out.
----Meanwhile----
In a darker room, barely lit by a few candles on the walls...you can see small drips of blood following down the path...
The doors open, allowing in more light...nothing can be seen except a hallway. Three shaded figures stand there; two were shorter than the one in the middle.
"You kept him here?" The taller one says, with a deeper voice.
"This is where you said to..." one of the shorter one says, a girl, her voice was not as deep.
"Yeah, he's a fighter, but we finally took him down..." The other girl spoke.
"It's a shame the girlfriend wasn't there..."
"Yeah, I haven't seen her in years!"
The two girls enter conversation, while the man walks down the hallway, He soon enters a door, where in the middle, there is a pole, touching from ceiling to ground...There are candles all around the room, and in the center, tied to the pole, is a man, there is a bag over his head, he is bleeding through his shirt.
He can't move, he is weak, he felt like he was dying...
The man pulls off the cloth covering his head, the man tied up squints his eyes, as the light from the candles seems so bright...he looks at the man who pulled the cloth of...his eyes widen.
The two girls come into the room, "Is this him?"
"He's cute!"
"Camille!"
One girl nudges her...
"What? I'm just saying!"
"Yes, this is him...I want him tortured...tortured until death is a better choice then what he is going through...
"Torture!?"
"Yes, Camille, didn't you hear him?"
"I can't torture him...He's too handsome...Susan can handle that!"
"Camille, you stabbed him with the keys to his door in the face..."
"That was not torture...That was protecting myself!"
"He was sleeping..."
"Yeah, but then he made my head hurt...and...oh shut-up Susan!"
"GIRLS! Get to IT!"
The man closes the door, the two girls turn to face the man tied up on the wall...Jonathan."
----Meanwhile----
"I can't believe he did that to you!" Crystal says
"Yeah...I just don't want someone like that close to anyone I care about...or anyone else..."
They are about 10 minutes from the NYSO when Shawn's phone starts to ring...
"Hello?"
"Sha....PLEASE...COME....help me!!"
"Abby? What's wrong...calm down!"
"Oh Shawn...."
"Abb, please...just..."
"Please come!"
Instead of going straight, he takes a right...
"Shawn, we were supposed to go straight, what are you...
"We're taking a detour..."
"He's gone...there's..."
Abby couldn't talk, she was crying so hard. Shawn had a hard time making out what she was saying...
Minutes later, Shawn and Crystal arrive at Jon and Abby's house.
The door was unlocked, Shawn walks in, and with Crystal following behind...they see Abby on the couch, with a tissue to her nose.
Beside her is a man, he had black hair, with red highlights. He quickly gets up from the couch, and tries to shut the door on them...
"Hey, Don't you know how to knock?!"
"Whoa, whoa..."
"Now get outta here, can't you see the lady is goin through a tough time!"
"It's okay, Zane" She clears her nose..."I called them..."
Zane gives him a dirty look, and sits back down next to Abby.
"Abby?"
"Hey Shawn, Hi Crystal..."
"Want to explain to me what the heck is going on?"
She points to the bedroom
Shawn walks into the bedroom, while Crystal sits on the other side of Abby and comforts her.
Shawn looks in the bedroom and the bed ahead...the covers and sheets were all tangled up, and there was blood on the pillow.
The mirror on the right is cracked with splats of blood on it.
He examines the room carefully, and on the ground spots an old Japanese translation pocket book...he picks it up and walks back into the sitting room.
"Hey, Abby, you guys own a Japanese translation book?"
"No, we don't own any from Japan, why?"
"Because I now know where Jon was taken." Shawn says.
Abby's eyes widen.
Crystal gets up from her seat..."Japan...isn't that where, you and Jon..."
"Yeah...yeah it is...that doesn't matter now..."
"Okay, so we should tell the HQ about this, She is about to leave, as Shawn grabs her arm...
"No Crystal, we can't..."
"Why?"
"Because, I'll just get in trouble with my whole "past" thing going on there, plus I won't even be allowed to go, and Jon is my friend."
"So you're going to Japan?"
"Care to join me?"
Crystal smiles, and walks outside back to the truck.
Shawn saves the book to look for fingerprints...
"You going to be okay, Abby?"
"I think so, just call me when you land, and call me if you find Jon...please...I don't want this to be a repeat of Italy..."
"Well, if it's a repeat, then I'll be saving his butt a second time..."
He smiles, "Don't worry Abb, I'll get him back..."
Zane grunts...
"Hey watch it smiley, I don't know you, but I'm about to give you a knuckle sandwich for lunch."
"Bring it!"
Abby yells them to stop...
"Shawn, this is my step-brother."
Shawn just holds his breath..."Bye Abby..."
"Good luck..."
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