Last Three Chapters of C A P T I V I T Y
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CONFRONTATION, part I
Jamie pulled up to the large rod-iron gate, got out of the stolen car and walked over to the guard hut. "Hello, I have scheduled a meeting with Mr.Darkweather. May you let him know I've arrived?" Jamie rested his hand on the counter, showing off to the tired-eyed guard his Test Subject barcode tattoo on his wrist. The guard looked onto his computer, and then turned to face him. "I'm sorry, but there is no appointment scheduled for 3:00 a.m.. Please come back when you have a meeting scheduled." The guard said, slowly running his fingers underneath the desk, searching for the Silent Alarm button. Jamie smashed through the Plexi-glass, grabbed the guard's hand, pressed it against the OPEN GATE button, then whacked him over the head with his baton and handcuffed him to the gate. He drove up the long driveway and rammed the car right through the front door. His grand entrance alerted some Syndakyts, Darkweather's personal army. The Syndakyts were dressed in large black trench coats, bright red goggles, black ski masks, black fedoras, surgeon masks, and pretty much anything you'd find a bad guy in a horror or action movie wearing. One walked over. Jamie smacked him across the face with the butt of his 12 Gauge, and then blasted him in the face with it. He then blasted down three other men running down the stairs. He loaded another magazine into the chamber, and cocked back the pump. Then he kicked down the North Wing Surveillance Room, and blasted away at the three guards inside. He placed the shotgun back into his duffle bag, and pulled out his machine pistols. The elevator opened, with six Syndakyts flooding out. Jamie hid behind a pillar, then turned around and blasted down five of them, then walked over to the last survivor, who he shot in the foot, and handcuffed him to the stair railing. He took a grenade belt off of one of the dead guards, and took a second belt, and then picked up an M16 Defender with an attached grenade launcher, and placed it in his bag. He boarded the elevator, climbed the hatch, climbed up the cable a few inches, and threw a grenade into the elevator, sending it crashing down into the basement. He climbed up the cable to the door, and pounded on it. A guard, thinking it was a wounded fellow Syndakyt, pressed the OPEN button. Jamie grabbed him, and pulled him back, sending him into the rubble of the bombed elevator. He climbed onto the ground, and picked himself off up the ground. He reloaded his machine pistols. And was ready for action. He knocked on a closed door, and then kicked it down, finding nobody. He walked down the hall, and peeked around the corner to see if any guards were waiting to ambush him. He saw two guards standing there, talking. He saw a large ceiling fan hanging above them. He aimed carefully with the M16, and fired at the cable, sending it crashing it down on the two men, slicing them into gibs. He saw a large room, and saw a sign by the door that read, "MAINFRAME OFFICE" he knew that if he destroyed the Mainframe of the mansion, all the security locks would shut off, giving him easy access to Darkweather. God Bless Technology! He stormed in, gunning down the suits sitting at the plasma-screen computers. Jamie went at it with the M16, firing away at the computers, shattering glass, sparks flying about. At the back of the room the mainframe sat, making weird noises as it processed all the security codes. He climbed on top of it, where a large air vent hole was embedded in the top, so it wouldn't overheat. He pulled the pin off of the grenade and threw it in, the dove off of the Mainframe backwards. As Jamie hit the ground, the Mainframe went up in smoke and flames, and soon the lights shut off, and then the bright red emergency lights kicked on. This was his idea of Hell, and this was the least bit he would give Darkweather. This was his chance to get even, and re-gain his past. Become human again. Darkweather watched him as he walked through the hallways, walking to the East Wing, the only place where the elevators lead to Darkweather's Office. Darkweather turned to Danny, or as the press like to call him,
"The Hatchet Freak", and said, "I'll make a deal with you. I kidnapped his family. I want you to kill him, and then do what you please with the family. If you do this, you will become my new Snuff film star." Danny, painting his face black and adding the crude red smile, nodded his head, picked up his rusty hatchets, and walked back up into the attic of the mansion, where he lived, and where Jamie's Mother, Step-Father, and 14-year-old brother Derrick were tied up and stuffed in a large closet. Jamie shot a grenade into the center of the room, blowing up the last of the Syndakyts. He boarded the elevator. As the large elevator climbed the shaft, it stopped, and then a buzz saw jammed through the side, Hatchet Freak screaming with pleasure of waiting Jamie's death. Jamie climbed up through the hatch, dropping his duffel bags, and dropped down into the attic of the huge mansion, then Hatchet charged at him, brandishing his signature double large rusty hatchets.

DANNY THE HATCHET FREAK

Danny "The Hatchet Freak" was a serial killer. He killed his victims with his hatchets, and stored their bodies in gas station bathrooms. He is a known legend. Darkweather offered him to stay at his mansion, giving him the attic as his own private quarters, where he could sleep, eat, and sharpen his blades as he would at home. Darkweather would once and a while give him a person that Darkweather hated, and let Hatchet chop him up as he pleased, all catching it on film. Hatchet was a large fat man, and never wore a shirt, probably to show off the huge Hatchet Man tattoo plastered on his back. He always painted his face completely black, and painted a red smile around his mouth, and had the dimples of the smile go up underneath his eyes. He wore black leather boots, and tight leather pants. He was the scariest of them all. Jamie slammed him in the gut, and kicked one of his hatchets out of his fat hands, then Jamie ran off into the shadows. "JAMIE!!!JAAAAAAAAAIMEEEE!!!!!!!!" Danny taunted him. "I'M GONNA KILL YOUR FAMILY MR.JAMIE!!!!" and he ran off to where his family was. He kicked down the door, and walked up to his mother. Before he could swing into Jamie's mother, Jamie swung his other hatchet into Hatchet's side then hatchet jumped up and turned around, and hit Jamie twice with the hatchet, slicing his leg and back. Jamie hit the floor, pretending to be dead. He slowly reached for a shard of broken glass on the floor. Hatchet walked up to Jamie's family. "WELL, MY THREE LITTLE PIGGIES!! IT SEEMS IT'S TIME TO DIE!!!!" Jamie's brother, Derrick, then said, "Not yet, FATHEAD!!!" Jamie pounced on Hatchet, jabbing the piece of glass into his back. "NEVER! TALK! TO MY! FAMILY! THAT WAY! EVER!!!!" For every word he stabbed him in the gut, then pulled his head back and made the finishing move, gouging his eyes out, and kept his thumbs in his eye sockets until he stopped screaming and squirming. He dropped his 300-pound body, then ran over to aid his family. "MOM! DAD! DERRICK! I'm so sorry this happened!" he said, cutting them free with the Hatchet blade. "It's okay, Jamie. At least we're okay." His mother said. "Mom, did anybody hurt you in any way?" Jamie asked his mother. "No, I'm okay, but John got stabbed in the leg." He looked over to his stepfather, still wearing his light blue blazer and suit pants from the previous night at work. Jamie took off his tattered leather trench coat, and placed it on John. "Mom, I want you, John, and Derrick to run as fast as possible. Go back home. Trust nobody. You have to listen to me. Derrick, I want you to drive Mom and John back home. Think you can handle that?" Jamie said to his family. "Yeah." Derrick responded. He always listened to Jamie no matter what. "Derrick, take this gun." Jamie said, handing him the Gold Desert Eagle, and the three clips to it. "if anybody, and I mean ANYBODY that you don't know or recognize walks up to the car, I want you to shoot them on sight, and drive away and don't stop. Can I trust you?" "Yeah, you can." Derrick responded. "Run to the car out front! It's a Black and red four-door, now get out of here, RUN!!" Jamie said, and like that his family ran off.
CONFRONTATION Part II

Jamie picked up one of the hatchets, and wiped the blood and face paint off of his thumbs after the fight with Hatchet. He chopped down the door, and then busted it down, seeing a scared-white Darkweather falling out of his seat. "HEY, IT'S JUST MY MAN, DARKY!" Darkweather didn't know if he was hallucinating, or if this was a nightmare. He shot Dark in the leg, then slammed him in the face, then picked him up, kicked him in the stomach, then threw him across his computer desk. He crawled to the large cabinet, and then Jamie grabbed him and punched him straight in the face, beating his face to a pulp. "WHAT! WHAT?! HAD ENOUGH?!"" Jamie taunted him. Darkweather pulled a revolver out of his back pocket, and then shot him, right in the stomach. Jamie fell to his knees, stuck his fingers into the wound, then pulled his fingers out and looked at the blood. He looked and Darkweather, still shaking the smoking Smith & Wesson. "Y-You son of a-" Jamie stumbled out, and then hit the marble floor, bleeding out on it. Darkweather climbed back to his feet, and snapped the hammer back, and aimed for Jamie's head. Just as he was to squeeze the trigger, Jamie jumped up, grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pants, spun him around about four times, then threw him out the window, then Jamie pulled the Micro-Uzi from his desk drawer, and shot Darkweather's body as it floated in the pond below. "MY NAME IS JAMES LYNCH!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jamie screamed at Darkweather's dead floating body. Darkweather was finally dead. He felt re-born, re-freshed. Jamie climbed up onto the roof, and watched the sun rise. Watching the bright orange light shined over the palm trees, Jamie said to himself, "I never thought I'd live to see the sun rise again." As he climbed down the lattice fence, he heard the wailing of sirens rushing to the mansion. He was a survivor of the Darkweather Project.
THE AFTERMATH

Jamie went back home to beautiful Harcher City, the safest city in America. What a big fat lie that was. After the police found Darkweather dead, they suspected blood money involved. Alex and Jill told their story to the police, and they searched Darkwoods, and discovered the truth. Darkwoods was shut down, the staff sent to prison for corruption and participation in a terrorist plot. The inmates and Test subjects were difficult ones. Some were sent to jails, and places they belonged. Some were so insane they had to be executed. Alex and Jill got married two years later, and Jamie lived in their basement. Jamie formed a death metal band called DEATHRIDE, and they were a super hit. Most of the songs were based off of the feelings he had in Darkwoods. He still has trouble sleeping at night. The lawsuits went on and on. They felt like they were to live in the courthouse because of all the times they had to appear for court. Five years after the Night, it was finally settled that Alex and Jamie's Story was true, and the Darkwoods staff was sentenced to life in prison, and only a few on a bail of $500,000. After Jamie's band broke up five years later, he bought the Darkweather Estate, and lives there to this day. The Darkwoods Penitentiary For The Criminally Insane was turned into Darkwoods High school. A movie was based off of the Night, entitled CAPTIVITY : THE DARKER SIDE OF INSANITY. Alex and Jill moved there with him, to join as a force, of the three survivors of the Darkweather Project.