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JUST A FICTIONAL STORY. NOT BASED ON REAL PEOPLE, EVENTS, OR LOCATIONS. NOT A PLAN OF ANY FORM.
Chapter Five
Jason slung the brown leather messenger bag over his shoulder as he walked down the road. It was sort of a creepy neighborhood. He’d seen it a bit in the past few weeks but it always had that erie vibe at night. At least in the day time you’d see a person occasionally, but at night everyone just went indoors, locked up, closed their shades, and that was that. He was fine with that though, since there was nobody to question his being there. Hell, he was one hundred percent confident that nobody even realized he was there, which would obviously work out for him in the end. He walked down the road a little ways to his black SUV, marked with New Hampshire plates for the time being.
He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine. Before leaving to go anywhere, he turned on his police scanner and checked for any alarming broadcasts. After a good ten minutes it was clear that nobody had reported anything in the area, so he decided it was time to go. He certainly didn’t want to hear a call for a suspicious black SUV or anything. So Jason turned on the radio and put the heat on low, and headed for the highway.
Once on the highway, he allowed himself to relax a little more and did his best to stay around five miles over the speed limit. For a few hours he drove listening to the radio and paying close attention to his radar detector. It was three in the morning when he started driving, and seeing as it was a tuesday night there weren’t many police around. He was glad he didn’t attempt this over the weekend, otherwise he was sure there would have been plenty of cops and sobriety checkpoints through the city and maybe more on the highway too.
He headed west opposed to north, and stopped only once to switch out his plates for Pennsylvania state license plates and to replace some stickers on his windows with some new ones. Not only that, but he also removed a fake CB radio antenna, some fake rust damage above the wheels, switched out his hubcaps, and even removed layer of that garbage stick-on window tinting from his rear windows. He was willing to put in the extra work to cover his tracks. Around six in the morning more and more cars began to appear, and among them were more police. Jason wasn’t too worried though, he was confident that he had done sufficient work to cover his tracks. He had a good alibi in place, and there was no reason for him to have been so far east. Even if his car was picked up on security cameras or was noticed by some passerby, it wouldn’t be suspected to be his.
Around eight in the morning he finally crossed into his home town and decided to stop for gas. He knew that that the chloroform must have worn off a while ago, but his pet was likely still knocked out. It was morning now though, so she would probably be up soon if she wasn’t already awake. Jason filled up his tank quickly and then headed the last ten miles or so to his house.
He lived in a nice big house on the far side of town. There weren’t many houses out here, since it was such a hilly area. Mostly it was just farms. Since the hills were too steep for contractors to get building permits, the farms used the cheap land for grazing cattle. That’s exactly how Jason provided for himself. He’d started a business as a landscaper ten years ago, and once that took off he started a plowing business as well. Two years ago he’d decided to get into the farming business, and that’s how he got ownership of three nice farms right there in his home town.
Jason pulled up over the last big hill and drove through the front gate to hit drive way. It wasn’t anything too special, just a black cast iron gate with some simple red-brick pillars. Through the tree line surrounding his home he had an eight foot tall wire fence to keep intruders and stray cattle or coyotes off his lawn. As he drove up to the garage door he clicked the remote and the door opened up. Once he was parked inside, the door closed behind him. ‘Here we go, Pet” he thought to himself. Jason was very excited to get started.
He went to the hatch at the back of the SUV and pulled out his luggage, then wheeled it over to the steps leading indoors to the kitchen. Should he take her out now? No, don’t let her see this part of the house. Keep it a mystery. So he lifted the bag up and lugged it into the kitchen where he set it back down on the nice wood floor. He couldn’t hear any noise coming from the luggage, and he hoped to himself that his Pet wasn’t hurt or worse in there. He wheeled the case over to the basement door, unlocked the deadbolt and carried the case down into the dark.
Jason had to duck a tiny bit underneath a beam as he turned off the staircase. The floor was solid cement now in this room. It looked like just a regular half-finished basement with the wood beam walls standing with no plaster, and the insulation laid into the walls with nothing covering them. In the corner there was a pair of workbenches laden with tools, and an island work table between them. On the opposite walls lay a pair of rolled up carpets with several five-pound buckets of floor sealer stacked beside them. Jason wheeled the luggage over to a white wooden door on the far side of the room and brought entered.
This room would have been quite a shock to anyone who entered, especially after seeing what the rest of the basement looked like. The cement floor was gone, and what replaced it was a thick layer of padding like what gymnasiums use. The padding covered the floor in alternating colors of red and blue. The walls of the room also had this padding covering the first four feet from the ground, except that on one side there was a wide mirror at knee height built within the padding. That mirror was covered with a protective clear plastic window which was flush with the padding.
In the corner there was a big plastic children’s toy chest colored in pink and purple with some stars and hears engraved in the sides. Up high there were also a number of plain metal cabinets built into the wall, and all along the pink plastered walls and white sealing there were hooks and rings attached. At the opposite wall there was a medium sized pink dog crate, and beside it was a slightly larger navy-blue dog bed. Jason pulled the luggage into the center of the room and then laid it down on it’s side. Finally he had her home, and finally they could get started...
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