The Very Creatively Titled Story: Part 10

Hello minions! Here is part 10 of our story! O Proud Death! ~Savy and Ally

Part 10: O Proud Death!

“Emily, are you sure?” Sam asked from the other end of the line.

“Yes, Sam we have to go to his house! It’s the same handwriting. I’m positive! He has her, I’m sure of it.” Emily was near panic.

“Alright, I’ll track down his address, and we can drive out to his house. If she’s there we’ll tell the police.” He answered.

“Please, hurry. Who know’s what he’ll do to her?” She pleaded.

“I will, Emily. Trust me, I’m worried too.” Emily could hear his concern.

“Alright, I just dropped off Ava at the daycare. I’ll be there in ten minutes to pick you up. Please, have the address by then!” Her tone was urgent.

“I will, I promise.”

“See you then.” She hung up, and started her car. She had to find Zoey, and soon. The clock was ticking.


Emily honked her horn, and waited for Sam to come out of the police station. Within a few moments he was hurrying towards the car. Emily unlocked the doors, and he slid into the passenger seat.

“Did you find it?” She asked.

“Yeah, here it is.” He handed her a piece of paper. Professor Henry Fitzwilliam, 69796 Rosewood Ave.

“It’s just so shocking.” She murmured, as she stared at the name and address. “He seemed like such nice, older gentleman.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed, as he typed the address into his GPS. “A real wolf in sheeps clothing.” Emily nodded in agreement.

“Alright, it’s programmed into the GPS. Let’s roll.” Sam said, and Emily pulled out of the parking lot, as the GPS gave her the first of the directions.


They parked a little ways from the long driveway, that led up to the Professor’s house. It was more like a mansion, really. It was a giant victorian style home, with large bay windows, chipped grey paint, a widow’s walk, and a chandelier they could see through the front window. The house was surrounded by several acres of rose bushes and trees. The grounds had an almost spooky feel to them. They snuck quietly around to the back of the house, and peeked through the kitchen window. The house appeared empty. They went around the house, looking through all of the windows for any sign of life.

“They could be upstairs.” Emily whispered to Sam.

“Maybe.” He answered. “But how can we know for sure?” He looked for a way to get into the house without being discovered. The found the bathroom window was unlocked. Sam climbed through the window first, then helped Emily climb into the small powder room.  Sam drew a revolver out of his waistband. He motioned to Emily to follow closely behind him. She did as he instructed. He opened the door a crack, and took a peek into the hallway.

“Coast is clear.” He told her in a hushed voice. “Stay behind me, and be very quiet.” They crept down the hallway, and checked the entire downstairs for life. It was empty. Then they tiptoed up the stairs, they were halfway up when the stair under Sam creaked. They froze, and waited. Nothing happened, so they continued their trek up the tall staircase. When they reached the second floor, they searched all of the bedrooms, but there was still no sign of Zoey.

“Only the attic is left.” Sam muttered. Emily gulped and nodded. They quietly made their way up the steep, creaky stairs to the attic. When they reached the top of the stairs, something swooped down towards them, and nearly hit Emily in the head. She almost screamed, but she put her hand over her mouth to stifle the noise. It was a bat, just a bat. Even though they carried rabies and bit people, that was no reason to panic. She drew in a shaky breath. The attic appeared to be empty, with only large pieces of furniture covered with sheets. A large black spider scurried across Emily’s foot, and she did scream. Sam clamped his hand over her mouth mid-scream. They waited, nothing happened. Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

“Sam, we have to leave. I can’t stand it up here, and she’s not here. We’ve checked all over the place.” Emily’s voice quavered.

“Maybe you’re right.” He agreed. “But where is she?” He ran a hand through his hair, and stalked over to the window, frustrated.

“I don’t know, Sam.” She was very near tears.

“Emily, come here!” He exclaimed. She joined him by the window.

“What is it?” She didn’t see what he found so interesting.

“Look, over there.” He pointed to small clearing on the Professor’s property, it appeared to have a small house sitting on it. “It’s a guest house. We need to check it out. Come on!” They hurried down the stairs, and out of the house as silently as possible. Emily followed Sam to where he had seen the mini house. They crawled towards the house, and Sam glanced through a window. He saw Zoey and the Professor arguing.

“She’s in there.” He told Emily, and they hid under the window and listened.

“You insolent girl! As Shakespeare says, ‘O proud death, what feast is toward in thine eternal cell, that thou so many princes at a shot so bloodily hast, struck?”’ They heard the Professor quote, and the sound of a slap ensued. Emily winced, he was hurting Zoey. She felt Sam cringe beside her as well. Another man’s voice sounded from the building, but they couldn’t tell who it was or what he was saying.

“There’s someone else in there.” Sam pointed out the obvious.

“I know that voice!” said Emily.

“I’ve never heard that voice before.” Sam said quietly. The two men sounded like they were arguing.

“What’s the point of this? We need to get Emily, not Zoey.” The other man yelled. Suddenly, Emily recognized the voice. It was Toby.

“Sam! That’s my boss’s nephew, Toby!” She told him in hushed whisper. The Professor screamed at Zoey again, and then slapped her, this time she moaned.

“Emily, I have to get in there, and get her out, before he does serious damage to her face. I need you to go back to the car, call Nathaniel to tell him that we found Zoey, and give him the address. Then wait for him at the car. When he get’s here you’ll need to lead him to the guest house. Can you do that?” She nodded, and hugged him good-bye.

“Be safe.” She told him, before slinking back to the car.



2 thoughts on “The Very Creatively Titled Story: Part 10

  1. Girls, This story scares the daylights out of me. Dear Emily and Sam are taking the law into their own hands, not too good of an idea in my opinion. They could be killed or added to the hostage scene. I just want law enforcement there involved too. I bet my responses show you how effective your writing is! I’m right there in the story as I read!!!! Love, Grammy!!!

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