A Varchie Story

Chapter 9

Its been several days since Archie went missing in the night. There was no trace of where he went missing, and of course no evidence to who could've taken him.
The police sent out search parties, and they were getting restless. So many kids were going missing now, and there was no policeman not on duty.
Betty, Jughead, and Veronica searched for Archie on their own for days, it was getting colder out now. There was even a deep snowfall, which is highly unusual do that it was still fall.
Veronica knew that all of this would've happened, and she felt responsible. If Archie just would've picked up his phone, he would've known that this was going to happen.

There wasn't any people out roaming the streets, it seemed like the whole town was abandoned. Stores were losing all their winter supplies due to the huge snow storm that happened just a couple days past. People snuck out of their houses and would go and buy coats, scarves and boots to keep them and their family warm just in case.
Veronica decided to go on a walk, she wanted to continue her own search for Archie.
She wore a semi-thick black coats that wrapped around her upper half of her body. Her boots climbed up to about her knee cap, and protected her feet from the harsh cold snow. Her black hair hung straight down her back and kept the back of her neck warm.
Large trees full of snow hovered over the sidewalk as Veronica walked in the cold. Her breath turned the air into smoke, and the cold turned her cheeks bright pink. She told herself that Archie would show up, that he would be okay and all of this would just be a bad dream. But, it wasn't true. None of this seemed real, it shouldn't have been real. And Veronica could very well be next.

Images flashed through her mind of amazing memories she had with Archie when they were once together. How, he would carry her to the beach if the sand was hot. He would pay for all their lunch and dinner dares. How his passionate kisses could make her melt in seconds, it's always the little things he could do to her. Veronica shivered, leaving chills and goosebumps down her spine.
She brushed off the feeling as a soft shimmer cake from underneath a plant covered in snow only a couple of feet away. She couldn't make out what it was until she got only a little bit closer.
She brushed away cold snow with her bare hands, and proceeded to look for the shiny object that was probably frozen underneath.

Veronica brought up the object to reveal Archie's cell phone in the palm of her hand. It was freezing to the touch and barely turned on if at all. There was only a little bit of energy left in the phone. She could see hundreds of missed calls and texts from her and even other people on the lock screen of the phone. The percentage of the phone showed 1% and she needed to keep this for evidence. Right in this spot where she was standing, was the place that Archie was probably kidnapped at only nights before.
She grabbed out her phone and called Betty, Jughead, and the police for them to call come down to look and investigate this.

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Bright lights bursted on overhead. There was an irony smell in the air, and the stench of blood came through as well. Archie could feel a pounding in his head, also an even worse headache when the lights came through his eyelids. He opens them.
His vision was blurry, but he could see that he couldn't move his arms. He sat against a wall and chains gripped his wrist against the wall overhead. His ankles were loose, and he could move them around. There was barely any sound, and he couldn't  hear anyone walking around.
The room was small, and the walls look like they have worn away a shit ton. There was rust on metal laying around the room, and knives with dull blades lay on top of a relatively tall table.

Archie looked up as to he felt shooting pains in both of his arms. What came to his realization, is both of his arms had large bloody gashes in them both, with blood running down his arms and down to stain his clothes. He wanted to scream out in pain, and he wanted to call for help but he knew exactly where that would get him. Archie fought back tears, which was the first in a long time. It hurt like a son of a bitch.
To his right sat a familiar face. A girl, that he goes to school with. A redhead, that happened to be Jason Blossoms sister. Cheryl Blossom.
She had the same problems going on. Except, she had a cloth wrapped around her mouth to where she wouldn't have been able speak. Dark bruises covered her arms, and her arms had multiple bloody gashes.
Archie couldn't believe what he was seeing. Who the hell would do that to a girl ? Especially Cheryl ?
Tears rolled down his face now, he couldn't believe that he was caught. None of this should be happening, none of it was right.
He fought looking to his left, as he knew there would be someone else he knew to his left. The urge kept coming, something was telling him to look so bad.

To Archie's left sat an extremely familiar face. The one person from the party that he desperately wanted to help, yet did. Charlie. He was dead. He still had a wrap around his body where we was shot at the party. But now, there was a deep bullet hole in his forehead right between his eyes.
Charlie's eyes were sewn shut and he was 100% dead. His arms were still chained up and his legs were still strapped down.
Archie looked away, he couldn't believe what was going on and now that Charlie was dead for sure. There was something about this story that was missing, and he wanted to know what.

Then the dots started to connect. Charlie escaped the gunshot from the party, so this killer came back to finish what he started. Jason Blossom, must've been kidnapped by the same guy and escaped, and then when Jason escaped, he went down to the beach and the killer came and finished the job by shooting him. All the mysteries were starting to come together. But then again, this place shouldn't be far from the beach because Jason was weak before he died, and he just barely made it down to the beach before he was shot. The puzzle was coming together.
Archie had an escape plan. There was reception down by the beach. So, if he escaped, he would have enough energy to run down to the beach and call the cops to tell them exactly where the killers hideout is and they would come and rescue everyone, including Archie
And then he thought about the night he was taken. The cold night, where he was struck in the face and collapsed on the pavement. His phone, however, fell out of his pocket and landed somewhere near the sidewalk where he was captured. There was no possible way he could call the police now. It was becoming an absolute nightmare and it was only getting started.

Archie pressed his head against the nasty wall, and let the tears stream from his eyes. This wasn't what his life was supposed to become, none of their lives.
They needed desperate help.