A Story Finally Finished || The Stanley Parable

[13] - Search Party Part 2

TW: Guns, detailed description of violence, mention of kidnapping and murder.

[Stanley was stood outside when a black car pulls up. Stan shows the driver his phone, and then puts his things in the boot. He then jumps in the car, and sets off.]

"Shit." Sergeant Dwane mutters. He turns away from the monitor, and runs a hand through his hair. Narrator follows Dwane with his eyes, "What? What is it?!" Narrator's stomach drops. Dwane speaks again, not facing Narrator, "That car.. It's registered to someone with a criminal record of kidnapping and murder. We've had run ins with it in the past.."

Narrator gasped quietly, but it was audible, "So are you saying that whoever drives that car kidnapped my friend?!"
Dwane nodded, he turned to the manager who was sat at the monitor, "Thank you sir," He turned back to the door, "We're leaving now."

*Time Skip*

Narrator and the officers sat in the car, awaiting requested backup. They knew who had taken Stanley, and Narrator was fuming about it. The only thing they needed to find out was where about Stanley was. He could be anywhere. Absolutely anywhere. Narrator was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a car door slamming and a window rolling down.

He looked up to see a woman with cropped brown hair wearing police uniform and blue tinted sunglasses. She was bent over, leaning on the car side bonnet. "Where's your caller?" She asked Officer Jackson.
Jackson in question then pointed to the back where Narrator sat, and the window next to Narrator began to roll down. Once it had fully opened, Narrator was met with the female officer. She smiled warmly, "Hiya, I'm Lieutenant Grayham, are you alright? It must be hard knowing your friend is missing."

Narrator looked down and nodded. "I'm scared ma'am. I just want to know that he's alright." Grayham nodded, "Don't worry, dear," she muttered, and stood up from her crouched position, "We'll find your friend."
Narrator's gut wrenched as the windows rolled back up and the engine started. Sergeant Dwane turned around to Narrator from where he sat, "We're going to take you back to our station, and you can wait there for us whilst we do what we need to do, alright?"

Narrator didn't want to go to the police station, but he complied. If he didn't, it would make things a lot more complicated. As the car reached the station, Narrator stepped out and headed inside with Officer Jackson, whilst Sergeant Dwane waited in the car. Narrator was placed in the Officer break room, as Officer Jackson explained the situation.

But Narrator was angry. He was infuriated, even. Narrator wanted to make the kidnappers pay for taking Stanley. He wanted to make them s̷̠͕̪̥͐̌ų̷͕̙͚͖̲̱̐̒̀̆̎̈͜f̴̧̭͓̘̱̖̯͋̇͒̀́f̴̧̭͓̘̱̖̯͋̇͒̀́è̷̛̗̳͚̙͇̘͍͕̊̑̿͘͜r̵̨͇̰̭̜̈́͑..
But he couldn't. That would be a crime, and he would get arrested. He wouldn't then be able to then stay with Stanley. So Narrator put his trust in the officers, and waited..

Stanley POV:

The sun was setting over the warehouse, and the dimly lit building was getting even darker by the minute. Stanley was bound still to the cold, concrete floor, but his tears stopped flowing quite some time ago. He knew someone would find him. He knew it.. As the world began to close in on him again, Stanley fell into a sleep so full of nightmares, that even he thought he had been sent to the deepest pits of hell.

Not even an hour had passed when he awoke in cold sweats, to banging on metal. Stanley looked about the warehouse, adjusting his eyes to the dark, when he heard footsteps echoing towards him. Stanley peered upwards to where the footsteps originated from, and found Sadie, gun in hand, peering through a window towards the outside world. "Shit.." she muttered, before running over to Stanley, grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging him across the cold floor.

Stan struggled, squirming and wriggling as Sadie's strength overpowered him, causing him to slide across the concrete towards a dark wall. Within seconds, Stanley had been thrown against the wall, but Sadie would not let go of him. Although he could not see very well, Stanley had a vague idea of what was going on. They've come for me.. I'm sure of it..

The banging of metal continued, until moonlight flooded the warehouse. In the muddle of shouting, Stanley could make out the clear call of, "Florida Police Department! Come out with hands up and release the hostage!"
A hostage? That's what I am..? Stanley's eyes flooded once more with tears, but they would not flow over in fear. He was glad that the police had found him.

Sadie raised the hand she had against Stanley's shoulder, and placed something in it, returning it to near Stanley's head. There was then a click. Oh.

"Put the gun down! Do not fire!" A loud feminine voice called. It seemed fierce, fiercer than Sadie's, or any other woman Stanley had met. It gave Stan that small bit of hope. Is- Is Narry there..? Narrator? Stanley searched the silhouettes for the familiar body shape of his friend, but found nothing.

Tears welled further in Stanley's eyes, knowing what was probably going to happen.

He was going to die. He was going to die here, and this time, he wouldn't come back. He would leave Narrator there, in that house, alone, for the rest of his time.

No. Stanley wouldn't allow it. His breath was shaky and off, but he forced himself to look up, although, not at the officers. No, instead he looked at Sadie. Their eyes met, Stanley's filled with pleading and fear, and Sadie's with malice and anger.
They looked into each other's eyes for a minute, before a loud bang exploded through the air.

Stanley clamped his eyes shut, waiting for the pain to come. But it didn't. Instead, he heard a clang next to him, and a grunt. Stanley reopened his eyes to see Sadie lying next to him now, face scrunched up in pain. She had her hands pressed against her leg, and her breathing had become shallow and heavy. Stanley couldn't see much, but from what he could see, a dark liquid began to pool out of Sadie's leg.

It trickled down Sadie's hands, and dripped slowly onto the floor. Before Stanley could get closer, he was being pulled up by multiple pairs of arms, and carried away. The motion was slight, and calm. Although, it did not calm Stanley. Tears flowed from his eyes faster than before, blurring his vision, and making his nose run.

God damn it Stanley. You're fine. You're going to be alright. He thought as he began to feel the nip of cold on his arms. And slowly, the world closed off around him.

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