Jason McCann

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

JORDAN'S POV

We pulled into the parking lot of the fifth warehouse we had been searching in. My dad suggested they would be here, because creeping warehouses is where all the villains go, right? I dunno.

"Dad, I don't think we're going to find him." The doubt was getting to me as I leaned against the black car of Jason's.

"Who are we looking for anyway?"

"Jason. He... He kidnapped me." I looked down at the pavement.

My dad stared directly at me as if I were insane. "What?"

"I know it's-"

"It's what? Crazy? Are you nuts, Jordan?! This boy took to you away from me and your mother and you want to save him?! That bastard can die for all I care!" He yelled, making me nervous.

My dad hardly yelled and when he did, you'd better be listening.

"Alright. If you really want to do this, then okay. I won't stop you." He sighed.

I nodded and we started walking towards the big run down building. We broke down a couple of boards just to get in. Dust floated through the air as we tried to search for any clues.

"What the hell?" My dad questioned from across the large floor.

"What?"

"There's a basement."

I rushed over into the shadowy corner to see the metal door my dad was looking at. When I tried to open it, it wouldn't budge.

"Get back." My dad ordered.

I followed and backed away from the door. What's he gonna do? Kick it in? Yeah, I'd like to see that.

Instead, he pulled out his gun. I quickly covered my ears as he shot at the lock. The door swung loosely as smoke from the bullets lingered.

"I saw it on a CSI show." He smiled proudly.

I chuckled and lead the way down into the basement. I know he's here. It's like I can literally feel him in my veins.

Groans echoed throughout the hallway and I immediately knew it's Jason. Without thinking, I started running towards the noises. I burst into a small room that held a bunch of machines and a beaten Jason.

"Oh, my god!" I ran towards him and kneeled down in front of him.

His jaw was purple and his shirt was coated in blood. I almost threw up after noticing the hole in his arm. I quickly took off my jacket and tied it around his arm, making sure it was pressurized.

He didn't seem to be conscious, but he's well alive.

Before long, my dad stood at the doorway, trying to catch his breath from running.

"Help me get him to the car. I can't lift him!" I yelled from the panic.

My dad nodded and shot at the shackles that were chained to the walls. He lifted him up over his shoulder and carried him out of the room. I stayed behind to look at the mess around me.

Just as I was about to walk up the stairs, a noise distracted me. I turned around to see myself.

"Dad!"