Tom walked down an alley without a flashlight and without his
partner, Doug Penhall. He blew a piece of brown hair out of his face. A
crunching of a can echoed in the alleyway. Tom thought it was Harry.
"Harry?" asked Tom
as he walked farther into the alleyway. He wished he had brought a
flashlight. The moon was suppose to be a full one, except clouds were
covering it. A gun shot
Tom spun around, to be greeted by a rather large hand.
Before, he could scream out, the hand grabbed him and covered his mouth.
Another hand grabbed
the gun and pressed it against Tom's face.
"Hanson?" yelled Capt.
Fueller. "Are you okay?"
"You tell him nothing's wrong or I'll blow
your goddamn brains outta
your head and onto the sidewalk, you hear?" said a harsh voice.
"Hanson? What's going on?"
Tom nodded. The guy took his hand off
Tom's mouth. "I....I'm....I'm
fine, captain." Tom was close to tears. He didn't want to die like his
father. The hand covered his mouth.
"That's my boy." said the voice.
He dragged Tom into a
doorway as someone came down the alleyway. The guy opened the door and
walked in. Tom looked out the window and saw Doug walking around. The
pressed against his temple, but Tom wanted to scream as loud as he
could. "I said not a word, bud." said the voice into Tom's ear.
moaned. He began to
breath heavily. The guy pushed him against the wall. "Stay put or
I'll shoot you." said the voice as he took out a rope. He turned Tom
around and tied his hand
together. The guy spun Tom around, again. He had a bandana. His
forced Tom's mouth open and shoved it inside. Tom began to gag as the
guy tied. "All set."
"Tom?" asked Doug. The man shoved Tom to the ground. He pointed the
gun at Doug's back. Tom heard the trigger cock. He kicked the man in the
leg. The gun
went off, following by a blood curling scream. The man pulled Tom to
his feet and led him to the back of the build.
Judy ran down the
alleyway. She saw Doug
laying on the ground. His gun was a few feet away from his hand. Judy
stepped closer to Doug. He wasn't moving. Judy gulped and stepped next
to Doug. She took
out her flashlight and
Scene 1 By Sarah Lubin
He sat on the porch with a blanket wrapped around him. The
swing was slowly swaying in the breeze. No one was home....just himself
and the memories that still haunted his mind. He couldn't get any sleep
at night because he
could heard the screaming, the crying, and the gunshots echoing in his
mind. He had quit his job. It was too tough for him to face everyone
after what happened.
wasn't sure who was the "lucky" person to find him huddled up in the
corner of a cold closet like room with blood, bruises, and tears
he had lost his playfulness, his warm school-boy smile, and the
twinkling light in his deep brown eyes. He grew pale and thin and weery.
Dark circles hung under his
eyes like gray clouds. He never needed to tell anyone the pain he had
gone through....he just had to look at them. The doctors said it was a
mental illness that
plagued him during all hours. He knew what it was called. Severe
post-traumatic stress disorder is was called. He was ill. The stress,
the pain, and the trama he had
gone through had taken over his mind and it had no intention to let
It had happened to him a few times. Once in a rehab center, once
in a werehouse with a little
girl, once with his friend. This time he couldn't take it. His friend
had been shot, he had been beaten senseless a number of times, and no
came to his aid for three
long weeks. He had to have therapy three times a week, quit his job,
and never see his friends again. He never wanted to see them
again.....they never got there in
time to save the last of his happiness......
Scene 2 by dreadzone
The nurse walked into Doug Penhall's room with Judy Hoffs
trailing behind her. It had been a little over three days since Tom
vanished and Doug was shot in the lower back. Doug had been sleeping the
entire time, he wasn't in
a coma, he was just resting.
"He's under a sedative and
painkillers. He might not wake up while you are visiting him." said the
Judy nodded. "He's just
sleeping, right?" She sat down on the bed and took Doug's hand.
"He's just sleeping, Officer Hoffs. Don't worry, he'll come around by
tomorrow." said the nurse.
"I'll be back in ten minutes."
Judy nodded and turned to Doug. He
was so sweet when he was quiet, not burping, and sleeping. "Dorothy is
missing out." said Judy to
Doug's hand moved and he turned his head. They had a tube
up his nose. He felt it and his eye fluttered open. Judy noticed and
smiled. "Hey, you Big Boy."
Doug grinned and rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "Judy?"
right here, Doug." Judy patted his hand. "How are you feeling?"
tried to sit up, but his back
began to hurt. "Like crap. What the heck happened?"
"You were walking down an alley way, looking for Tom and the bastard
"No.....that mob guy. He got away and Tom vanished. No
one can find him and we got all officers looking for him." said Judy.
She brushed a piece of
hair out of Doug's eyes.
"Oh....where's everyone else?" asked
Doug. He Tried to sit up again, but the pain in his back grew
"They're all in the waiting room.
Only one at a time can see you." said Judy.
The nurse came back
into the room and saw that Doug was awake. "You must be hungry. I'll get
the doctor and some
food." She ran out of the room.
"Oh great." said Doug. "Hospital food."
Scene 3 by Patti
Tom walked through the Chapel. He slowly made his way to his desk,
people as he went along. When he got to his desk he was greeted by a
beautiful face that was long time missed. Amy Pearson, Tom's old
who died in a convenience store robbery, was sitting at the desk. "Hi,
I was waiting." "What are you doing here," Tom asked. Amy got up and
around the desk and embraced him. "I told you, I was waiting for you,"
said with a beautiful smile. "That's not what I meant.
I...uh...you're....but, no. I mean, you're not alive. How are you
"Don't worry about that silly! I'm here for you." Tom suddenly felt a
of pain through his stomach. It felt as if one of his ribs just
wrapped his arms around his stomach. Amy didn't even flinch and the
her face was still shining beautifully. "Amy..." he gasped. "It's
That's the way it goes." "Yea, don't worry about it," a voice said from
behind him. Tom immediately recognized the voice, "Dad!" Tom snapped
head around to see him, but when he turned all he saw was a corpse. It
decaying and maggots crawled out of it's eye. He yelped and stumbled
and bumped into Amy. He turned to face her and saw another corpse. He
screamed and stumbled backwards pass his desk and to the window. He
and pushed his back against the window. "This can't be...." he mumbled.
Suddenly, pain stabbed him again and he push against the window again.
gave away. He fell. Agonizingly slow, he fell to the waiting death.
feet...he held out his hands...thirty feet...he screamed...twenty
gasped for air...ten feet...he could feel Death waiting...five feet...he
clenched his eyes closed...a foot...he felt a slap hit his face and a
voice say "Wake up, bitch." He jerked awake and gasped for air. He was
alive, well at least for the time being. He had no clue where he was,
was, or what was going on. Suddenly, like a wave, all his memories came
The good ones first, then the horrible ones rushed in. He remember
was and he started squirming and twisting to try and get away from the
The man pushed Tom against the wall by the throat and Tom gasped for
Tears came to his eyes. "I can't wait until I can squeeze the breathe
you and kill you like the scum you are." The guy spit in his face.
yet, of course. You haven't suffered long enough. Not yet." With
throw Tom to the ground and kicked his back a few times. With a swift
Tom's side, the man left. He left Tom in his hell hole to writhe in
alone. For the first time since his father died, Tom cried. He was
tired, and hungry. His back was a ball of pain and his ribs stabbed him
chance possible. He wanted to go home. He wanted to get away. He
Scene 4 by Sarah Lubin
Clavo walked down the steps of the school yard and saw Doug waiting for
him with Judy. The little boy rushed across the street and jumped into
Dougís arms. Doug picked him up and opened the back door.
ìHow was school today, squirt?î asked Doug as he put Clavo down on the
Clavo slipped into the back and put on his seat belt. ìI got an A on my
English test.î He handed a paper to Doug and smiled as he leaned back.
Doug looked at the paper and noticed Judy was looking over his
shoulder. ìGeez, heís a chip off the old block, huh?î
Judy nodded. ìOh sure.î she said sarcastically.
Clavo giggled from the back. Doug raised his brow and saw Clavo from
the mirror. ìWhatís so funny?î
Clavo shrugged. ìNothing.î He waved to a few of his friends as the car
Judy looked at Doug. ìI got a phone call from Julia Hanson.î said Judy
in a whisper.
Doug nodded. ìHowís Tom?î He changed lanes to go to the Chapel so Clavo
could see Joey, his uncle.
Judy shrugged. ìHeís living in Washington State, right across the
border.î said Judy. She looked behind her and saw that Clavo was
listening to his walkman while holding a Tom Petty tape. ìShe hasnít
heard from him in a while.î
Doug sighed. ìIs he getting better at least?î He looked at Judy.
ìI guess so. Heís getting therapy and the whole bit. He was taken off
of Prozac a couple of months ago.î Judy brushed a piece hair out of his
ìWhen did he go on Prozac?î asked Doug. He turned the car down a
Judy laughed. ìYou donít remember that? Come on, Doug. He was so high
that you could use his breath to fill a dozen balloons.î
Doug shrugged. ìI donít remember.î He chewed on his lower lip.
Judy smiled. ìI always liked that kid. Whatís she up to?î She leaned
back into the seat.
ìSheís in New York at NYU studying with Jerry Oí Connell. That girl is
flipping out about it and sheís having lunch with him today or
something.î said Doug.
Judy laughed. ìI guess she likes film school.î
ìI guess so.î said Doug. ìAbout Tom, is he, you know....î
Judy shrugged. ìI dunno. Julia didnít mention it that much. His aunt
said that he doesnít like taking Advil.î
Doug smirked. ìIf you guzzled down a bunch of pills, Iíd think youíd
hate to take pills after you recovered.î He pulled into the parking lot
and saw Mac with Joey, who was holding a pizza.
Clavo got out of the car and waved at Joey. ìHey uncle Joey!î
Joey smiled and walked over to the car with Mac trailing behind him.
ìHey Clavo. Doug, you got a call from a Tom guy.î
Doug nodded. ìYou checked my answering machine?î
Joey nodded with a weird look on his face. ìThere was nothing else to
Doug smacked him upside the head. ìDumbas---î
Judy cleared her throat and motioned at Clavo. Clavo crossed his arms
and looked at the grown-ups. ìI know what heís going to say. Heís
going to call uncle Joey a dumbass.î
Scene 5 by Sarah Lubin and Holly Glymour
Tom sat on the swing by the stables with a book next to the tree that
the swing was held by. He was bare foot with jeans, a blue, gray, and
white plaid flannel shirt, a white t-shirt, and a baseball cap covering
his short brown hair. In the sunlight of the mid-afternoon, Tom looked
like a lonesome ghost. His skin was pale and the circles under his eyes
looked even darker. He rocked slowly on the swing as the wind pushed
him and the leaves that clun to the tree.
"Tommy?" Tom looked up and saw his aunt, Jessie, with her riding clothes
on. She must have been at the stables riding one of the horses with the
stupid German Shepard, Montana, chasing after them. The dog ran up to
Tom and jumped on him. Tom pet the dog's head.
"Tommy, you look a little tried." Jessie said as she took off her riding
gloves. "Why don't you come inside and take a nap." She picked up the
book and looked at the cover. "Haven't you already read this,
sweetheart?" She turned the cover of KILLER ANGELS to Tom.
Tom nodded and took the book. "I just wanted to read it again." He
stood up and took off the baseball cap, then brushed his hair back with
his hand and put the cap back on.
Jessie smiled and put her arm around Tom's waist as they walked back to
the house with Montana walking ahead of them. "You have beautiful hair,
Tommy." She took off his cap and ruffled his hair. "Why do you wear
this silly thing anyways?"
Tom shrugged. "I feel like it." He walked onto the porch of the house
and waited for Jake, his oldest cousin, to open the door. Jake swung
the door open and moved aside as Tom and Jessie walked into the house.
Jessie went to the closet and pulled out a blanket. "Tommy, take a nap
on the couch. I'll wake up for dinner." She handed Tom the blanket and
led him over to the couch.
Tom laid down and pulled the blanket over him. Jessie smiled and kissed
his forehead. Tom closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep on the couch.
Jessie stroked his hair and saw her son standing in the doorway with a
smile on his face.
"Mom, he's a big boy now." said Jake. He led his mom into the kitchen.
Jessie took the apron from the doorway and tied it around her waist
before starting dinner. "I'm worried about that boy. He's so....so..."
"I think the word you are looking for is depressed." said Jake as he
brushed a dark brown curl of hair out of his face.
"That wasn't the I was thinking of, Jake." said Jessie as she washed
some carrots in the sink.
Jake shrugged and leaned against the counter. "But it's true."
Jessie sighed. "Leave that boy alone, Jake. He isn't insane or that
depressed. He's lonely. I tell him to call his friends back in
Vancouver, but he refuses."
Jake groaned. "Mom, he doesn't want to face them. It hurts him." He
smiled as he picked up an apple. "Besides, my friends think he's cool."
he tossed the apple in the air.
Jessie smiled and grabbed the apple. "Tommy was born cool, you remember
Scene 6 by Sarah Lubin
The maniac walked into the room and saw Tom lying on the ground. He was
curled up into a ball and he was asleep. The maniac took the baseball
bat out from behind him and rose it in the air.
Tom woke up with a scream. He knee began to throb in pain. Another
whack hit him in the lower back. Tom began to scream louder and sob.
The bat smack him in the face. Tom covered his face up and sobbed. He
felt his blood rolling down his face.
"How's that for you, scum?" asked the maniac. He rised the bat and
slammed it down on Tom's leg.
Tom felt the broke break. He screamed and his sides throbbed with
pain. The maniac laughed and hit Tom with the bat in the same place.
Tom cried hysterically until the guy stopped.
"That's enough for now." said the maniac as he closed the door. The
room with silent, again.
Tom calmed himself down and sat up against the wall. His whole body was
in pain and he hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday morning. Tom
wished that Doug was there to protect him or at least Dennis. He laid
on the cold ground and closed his eyes. Tom shivered from the cold and
he opened his eyes halfway. This is what death is like and he was going
to die like this. Tom took a deep breath and cried until he fell into a
Scene 7 By Patti
Tom was on his knees in front of the only door in and out of the room.
tried to pick the lock with a pocket knife he always had with him. He'd
trying to do it ever since he regained his composure ever the guy left.
the man did leave, Tom was out for about half an hour, then when he woke
let himself lay on the ground crying over his problems for ten minutes
he decided he had to do something. That's when he got the idea to pick
lock. Although, now this idea wasn't looking as good of an idea as it
the beginning. He had little cuts and scraps forming across both his
from every time he missed the lock. He was crying. That didn't help
aim any, so he forced himself to stop. That alone took another five
After twenty-eight tries, frustration and anger started getting the best
him. He could feel the heat from his anger raising up on him. Patience
started wearing very thin and he couldn't contain himself. With an
yell, he cut himself one more time. This time near the base of his
watched the blood slowly seep from his hand. He looked back at the
saw the blood on that too. Then he looked at his wrist. For the first
in his life,
he considered the idea of suicide. To end the misery. He remember one
when he was twelve, he accidentally cut his wrist with a scissors and he
immediately rushed to the hospital. The medics stopped the bleeding and
his life (although he was afraid to use a scissors for another two
learned the value of life through-out his whole time on Earth. Every
gun was stuck in his face, every time he saw someone else get shot,
he saw someone else go to jail, he thought, thank God I have a good
Now, he was actually considered taking it. The blood from the base of
palm started to drip off his arm and on his pants. He looked at it,
mesmerized by the sight. He took the knife in a firm grip in his right
and held it above his left wrist. His hand started to tremble. He
the edge of the knife against his wrist and said a silently pray,
He was just about to pull the knife back and slit his wrist when the
banged open and knocked Tom backwards on his butt and the knife to the
"Now what were you doing by the door? Trying to escape," The manic
"There is no escape." And the man went into a giggling fit, regaining
after a few minutes. The straighten up and said, "Now. It's time to
call to your cop friends and get this plan in motion." He pulled a cell
out of his back pocket. "Okay. What's the number to your place?" Tom
his mouth shut and stared at the guy. "Don't be an idiot kid. Tell me
number and save yourself a lot of pain." "What's your plan,' Tom asked
slowly. "If I tell you, will you tell me the number," The guy asked
bored with this game. "'Cause, you know, it saves me the trouble for
on you again. Though, I won't enjoy it, I just want to get this over
just like you." "Tell me the plan," Tom said. "Okay, here it is. I
tell your cop friends to meet me somewhere. Like in the movies, I bring
they bring money. But you see, when they come to get you, I have my two
friends sit in hiding places behind them. So they come, and when they
the money, BANG! I blow your freakin' brains out all over the
my friend cut loose and shoot ever cop they can see. Lots of dead
the way I like. Now, tell me the number," Tom sat there staring at the
and simply said, "No." "You little son of a bitch, you will tell me
number." The manic said as he grabbed the front of Tom's shirt and
against the wall. "TELL ME!" Tom said nothing and took the following
in silence. When the guy was done beating on him, he stated, "I'll find
the number myself." He searched Tom's every pocket until he came out
Hanson's ID and wallet. He left the room to go call someone to get the
Street Chapel's number. Tom got up, punched the door and yelled curses
until his voice left him. He sit down in the corner and whimpered
knowing the guy would sooner or later get the number.
Scene 8 by Sarah Lubin
Judy, Harry, and Capt. Fueller sat in his office. There was a bunch of
maps, notes, and cans all over the place. Judy was talking on the phone
with a guy from the police department in Vancouver. She hung up the
Doug hobbled into the room with a bag of hamburgers from Burger King.
"So? Did you guys find him??"
Judy shook her head. "The Captain said that Solace might be hiding out
at the warehouse on the boating docks or the warehouse by the alleyway
on Folson Avenue."
Capt. Fueller nodded. "Judy and Harry, you two go look on Folson, Doug
and I will take the docks." He looked at Doug, who had a pout on his
face. "Can you handle it?"
Doug nodded. "Yeah, just let me throw these burgers to the dogs." He
walked outside and glanced over at Hanson's empty desk.
"You miss him don't you?" said a familiar voice. Doug spun around and
saw (out of all people), Dorothy. She smiled. "It could help if you
Doug broke down and hugged Dorothy, tightly. Dorothy sighed and stroked
"I heard what happened and I flew out of O' Hare." said Dorothy.
Doug looked at her. "I thought you hated me?"
Dorothy pulled Doug back into an embraced. "Not that much."
Judy and Harry walked outside and the both of them hugging. Judy nudged
Harry in the stomach.
"Talk about weird." whispered Judy. Harry nodded in agreement. He
heard the phone from Hanson's desk ring. He rushed over to pick it up.
"Hello, 21 Jump Street, Officer Harry Ioki speaking." said Harry.
"I need to speak to a Doug Penhall." said a unfamiliar voice.
Harry motioned Doug over to the desk. "It for you."
Doug took the phone. "Hello?"
"Do you like scary movies?" asked the voice.
Doug got confused. "What?"
"Do you want to see your friend alive, bitch?" asked the voice.
"Where the fuck are you???" screamed Doug.
"Doug...." said a trembling voice of Tom Hanson.
Doug was completely baffled. "Tom? Is that you?"
"Doug, don't come. He's going to kill you....please don't come." said
Tom as he sobbed.
Doug began to freak out. "Tom, calm down, okay? Please don't cry."
"You bring me a hundred thou, buddy or Tom will die." said the voice.
"I'm not going to make a deals with you, asshole." Doug retorted.
A gunshot went off. Doug screamed as loud as he could and dropped the
phone. He slid to the ground, sobbing.
Judy took the phone. "Hello?"
There was silence. "That was just a warning." Then a click.
Scene 9 By Patti
Doug sat curled on the floor in front of Tom desk, crying. Judy tried
him with soothing words and hugs, but he was too freaked. Captain
and Harry stood off to one side, talking quietly, every once and a while
glancing over at Judy and Doug.
"He didn't shoot Tom, Doug," Judy whispered into his ear, "He only fired
gun off to scare you."
"It..." Doug looked up and sniffled, "worked." He paused and thought.
said out loud with anger, "Why the hell did it have to be Tom? Tom
through hell for this job, he doesn't deserve that, Jud. He doesn't!"
racked Doug again as he finished his sentence. He bowed his head back
his knees. Dorothy stood to one side watching the disaster unfold. She
stayed out of the way of everybody so they could help find Tom, but
she just wanted to hug Doug. She walked slowly over to Doug and leaned
opposite of Judy. Judy looked up and acknowledged her presence. They
sat next to Doug for the next five minutes, carefully talking to him.
suddenly, Judy got up and went over near Harry and Fuller.
"Is he okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, he's okay, but very upset over this."
"What did the man on the phone say to you, Judy?" Fuller asked getting
"All he said to me was this is a warning, then he hung up. I asked Doug
the guy said, but he's too upset to get any clear words out."
Fuller sighed, then walked over to Penhall and stood in front of him.
looked up and amazing resembled a young kid who just did something
"Douglas." He said in his best authoritative voice, "What did Solace say
"He wants hundred thou." Doug said with a crack in his voice.
"Did he say where?"
Doug shook his head, "Not that I remember."
"Okay, that's good. He won't be ready for us, if we find him on the
warehouse then." Fuller said. Then he stated out loud for all his
hear, "We have to find Tom now. He may not have much more time. Let's
going then." Fuller ordered as he walked over to the coat rack. "Judy
Harry remember, you two are taking the warehouse on Folson Avenue.
you're with me if you're still up for it?"
"Definitely. I need to do this now. Dorothy, wait here." Doug got up,
his eyes and grabbed his coat. "Let's go."
All of them left going their separate ways. Suddenly, Tom's phone rang.
"Hello?" One of the officer in the chapel said into it.
"Is Officer Penhall there?" said the voice.
"No, he just left. Sorry."
"Can you tell me where he went? It's very urgent that I speak to him,"
the rough voice over the voice.
"He's out looking for some kidnapper. Who should I tell him called?"
"He's out looking for me...I mean a kidnapper? Hmmm? Okay," the man
"Excuse, sir. What did you say? I didn't hear you."
"Nevermind." There was a click and the dial tone suddenly rose on the
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