Hypo - The Complete Story

by D L Jones

  “where the fuck am I?” Chauncy said to himself.

  He looked to see a bearded man sitting in a corner facing the wall, alone. Another 2 men were standing near a phone arguing. There’s a line of people waiting for the phone. Chauncy looks around a little more and noticed the bars.

  He’s in jail.

  He stands and runs over to the bars and yells out to the nearest guard.

  “Aye! What am I doing here? How did I get here?”

  “Sit down Sir. You were brought in last night? I guess you were drunk or something. You were unconscious when you were brought in”. The guard said.

  “How long have I been here?” Chauncy asks.

  About 8 hours.

  Chauncy stood and stared at the floor for a few minutes, trying to remember what happened. He then got in line for the phone. The wait took about 30 minutes. People were calling bail bondsmen, some were calling family members. Others called lawyers. Chauncy’s turn was finally up. He called Rodney.

  “Hello…” Rodney answered.

  “Rodney, good you picked up. I’m going to need that favor. I’m in the county jail, I need you to come bail me out” Chauncy said.

  “In Jail? Everything ok Mr. Peters?” Said Rodney.

  “I don’t know… the keys I gave you… take those to the garage in the back of my house. Not the one where I have my office, the other one. The one that is an actual garage.

  In that garage is a car. Look in the backseat of that car and you should see a bag. Like an overnight bag but it has straps like a backpack. The keys to that car is also in the car, in the glove box.

  Look in that overnight bag and you will see some money. Call back here, to the courthouse, and find out how much it cost to bail me out. Get that amount out of that bag to pay for my bail. Put the rest of the money in the trunk of that car then lock it up.” Chauncy said.

  “Drive that car to you MR. Peters?” Rodney asks.

  “No, that car doesn’t run. It’s one I’m restoring, it’s not finished yet. Grab the bag with the money for bail, bring the keys to that car and come get me.

  Bail me out.

  And there’s another favor I have to ask.” Chauncy said.

  “What’s that Sir?”

  “I have to use your car. I’m going to have to ask you to give me the keys and find your own way to where you are going after. You can take a little extra money out of the bag to pay for whatever transportation arrangements you need.” Chauncy said.

  “Yes Sir.” Rodney said.

  “Thank you, Rodney… and Hurry… Please.” Chauncy said as he ended the call.

  Chauncy goes back to the bench where he had awakened and took a seat. He closed his eyes and leaned his head on the wall. The 2 inmates were still arguing, seems like they were arguing over every subject they started talking about. Chauncy tried to tune them out.

  After about 2 hours, he finally see Rodney at the desk outside of the cell. He was talking to one of the police officers. Chauncy watched as Rodney was signing paperwork. Rodney looked over in Chauncy’s direction. He said something to Chauncy but was drowned out by the 2 inmates arguing. Now arguing over the phone, they were getting louder than they had the whole time. Chauncy tried to ignore. He waited patiently for the guard. The guard comes with Rodney and they unlock the cell door.

  “CHAUNCY PETERS!” The guard yells.

  “That’s me, I’m coming!” Said Chauncy as he was trying to make his way to the guard. By now, the holding cell where Chauncy was being held had gotten crowded. They were bringing in a lot more people as he was waiting for Rodney, he had to step around and over people. The 2 arguing inmates were getting louder, the commotion grew.

  “I told you I was next! Yo Ass was sleep!!!” Said the first inmate.

  “What you gone do. I want to make my call now!!!” the other inmate exclaimed.

  “I bet you don’t make that call!!!”

  “I bet you don’t make any calls… Partna!!”

  The 2 inmates yelled to each-other as they faced off.

  The door opens and the guard motions for Chauncy. Chauncy makes his way to the door, walking between the 2 angry inmates. He gets to the door and the guard closes it behind. The sound of the electric lock traveled down Chauncy’s back as it seems to shake the room. Chauncy gives Rodney a hug.

  “Thanks a lot man.” Chauncy said.

  “No problem boss.” Rodney answered.

  The 2 arguing inmates are starting to annoy everyone else, as people are starting to join in, trying to get them to sit down. Chauncy takes one more look, then turns to walk towards the lobby.

  “SHUT THE FUCK UP IN THERE!!!”

  Chauncy stopped in his tracks as he heard the yell from inside the cell.

  “What’s wrong?” Rodney asks.

  That voice was all too familiar to Chauncy. It was the voice of one of the kidnappers. Or so he thought. He slowly turned around to get a look and the first thing he notices is the long blonde and grey beard. Chauncy froze.

  The bearded man had quieted down the whole room when he spoke. Even the 2 inmates that were arguing had stopped and took seats on the bench. Chauncy tried to get a better look at the bearded man but he had taken a seat behind a trash can, out of view.

  “You ok man? What’s wrong?” Said Rodney.

  “Nothing… did you bring what I asked?” Chauncy said.

  “Yes, It’s in the car.” Rodney replied.

  “OK… Good… You have another way home? you can leave me your car, right?” Chauncy asks.

  “Yes sir, I know a honey a few blocks away from here… I’m going to go check her out, she said she had breakfast waiting.” Rodney said.

  “ok, thanks man.” Chauncy said.

  Chauncy took the keys from Rodney and made his way to the car. Rodney started walking in the opposite direction. Chauncy gets in the car then drives a block away, still thinking about the bearded man. He pulled over. He looked for a few minutes then parked the car across the street. He was parked in a spot where he had a view of the front of the Police station, but not noticeable to anyone coming and going. There was a hotdog stand close by, he hopped out the car and bought a couple of hotdogs and a soda. He sat in the car. He knew the holding cell he was in was a temporary cell, that the people in there are waiting to be released. He wanted to see if the bearded man was the same man from when he and Tre were kidnapped.

  A couple minutes turned into a few hours. Chauncy had fell asleep but awakened to see that it was now night time. He checked the clock… it was 10p.m

  “Shit, did I miss it? It’s too late now for anyone to be bailed out tonight.” He said to himself.

  Knowing it was too late for anyone to be bailed out of jail, he starts thinking of other options. He starts searching the street. At the end of the block, there was a hotel.

  “Maybe I’ll get a room and watch from there.” Chauncy thought.

  He started the car and drives to the hotel parking lot. After parking the car, he grabs the bag that Rodney brought and walks inside. He gets to the front desk and looks around, sees no one. He rings the bell. A man walks out of the back.

  “Can I get a room for the night? I don’t care how many beds, but I would like a room facing the street.” Chauncy said.

  “Let me check here sir.” Said the clerk.

  The clerk looks at Chauncy for a second, looking him up and down. He walks over to the key box that was mounted on the wall behind him and pulls out a room key. He types a few things on the computer, getting the number from the key.

  “Ok Sir… Here you go. 1 Room for one night facing the street. Checkout is at 11a.m. That will be sixty bucks.” The clerk said as he handed Chauncy the key.

  Chauncy signs the paperwork and pulls out the money from his bag to pay the clerk. He then takes the key and walks over to the vending machine. He buys a couple cans of soda. He puts the soda’s in his bag then heads for the elevator.

  Once he gets in the room, he looks around. It’s a small room, h
ad a smell of mold and old cigarette smoke. This was a no smoking facility but the scent in the room would tell that most didn’t obey that rule. He pulled the cover back on the bed to reveal the sheets.

  “Hmm, clean enough…” Chauncy thought.

  He hoped on the bed and closed his eyes for a second. He was still very tired from the events the day before. Even though he spent most of his time in jail sleep, it didn’t feel like he had any sleep. After a minute or two, he forced himself to get up out of the bed. He walks over to the window. He can see the front of the police station.

  “Yea, I can see anyone coming and going, that’s good.” He thought out loud.

  Once he was satisfied with his view, he decided to go take a shower.

  “No one should be released tonight, I might as well get some sleep.” Chauncy thought.

  After his shower, he grabs his phone and sets an alarm. He set it for 5 A.M as he knows the police station business hours are from 8 to 6. He sits his phone on the night stand by the bed. He lays across the bed and turns on the TV. After about an hour, he drifts off to sleep.

  Chapter 19

  BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

  Chauncy wakes to his phone alarm ringing. He gets up out of bed and rushes to the window. He looks out and he can see people coming and going, in and out of the police station.

  “Looks like police officers and employee’s so far.”

  He goes over to the desk and grabs the chair, drags it to the window. He then goes over to the tiny kitchen and make a pot of coffee.

  “Hmm complementary coffee, not the brand I usually drink, but coffee is coffee today.”

  He pours a cup of coffee and adds his sugar and cream. He goes back to his chair and takes a seat. Starts watching the front of the police station.

  “This will be a long day.”

  After about the first hour, he stopped seeing traffic going to and from the police station. He still sat and watched. Another hour went by and nothing, then another. Around the 4th hour, he sees someone walking towards the police station. He sits on the edge of his seat, trying to get a better look. As the person gets closer, he notices that it was Tre.

  “Tre… what’s he doing here? He must be trying to bail me out.”

  Chauncy knows that they will let him know he was bailed out yesterday, so he doesn’t worry about it. He doesn’t bother to call or anything. He doesn’t want to Speak to Tre after what happened, not right now.

  He pours another cup of coffee and sits down in the chair by the window to continue watching. After about 30 minutes, he sees Tre come out of the Police station, but he isn’t alone. Chauncy sits on the edge of his chair trying to catch the person with Tre. He notices the beard, he drops his cup of coffee.

  “It’s that fucking kidnapper!!!”

  The long grey beard, Chauncy can see him very clearly now and knows that he wasn’t mistaken, that it was the same bearded guy that held him and Tre captive in the old abandoned house.

  “Why is he with Tre? What’s going on?”

  Chauncy watches as Tre and the Kidnapper walks to the end of the block. They were talking and joking around, like buddies. They stood at the end of the block for a few minutes then a cab arrived. Tre got in the cab. The cab drove off. The Kidnapper stood on the corner for a few more minutes, smoking a cigarette. He flicked the cigarette butt on the sidewalk and started walking.

  “Why is Tre bailing him out?”

  Chauncy rushed to put on his shoes, grabs his pants and shirt. He tripped over his chair, falling to the floor. He grabs his backpack and runs out of his room. The elevator was taking too long so he ran down the stairs. He rushes out the front door of the hotel and scan the street, looking for the kidnapper. A few blocks away, the kidnapper was turning the corner, Chauncy caught a glimpse and ran towards him. Not knowing what he was going to do, he tried to stay out of site and just followed.

  Chauncy followed the kidnapper for a few blocks, keeping his distance. The kidnapper finally turned into a diner. Chauncy watches from the corner to see the kidnapper go in and take a seat at one of the tables.

  Chauncy reaches into his backpack, rumbling around until he pulls out what he was looking for. He had one of the HYPO Vials in his hand, he looked at it for a second then put it in his pocket. He also grabs his mini-recorder from the bag and puts it in his pocket. Chauncy looks around, scanning the area and saw a bush on the corner. The bush was in a spot that was out of the way from anything and anyone that would happen to walk by. He stashed his backpack behind the bush. He then takes a deep breath and walks towards the Diner.

  Chauncy got inside the diner and walked over to where the kidnapper was sitting. He looked up and his eyes met Chauncy’s. Chauncy knew that the kidnapper recognized him, but he approached calmly. He reached in his pocket and pressed record on his mini-recorder. He looked around and there was nowhere for the kidnapper to go unless he decided to go through him. The kidnapper also stays calm. He averted his eyes back to his cup of coffee, as if he thought Chauncy didn’t recognize him.

  After a few seconds, the kidnapper stands. He did so casually like he was a normal customer that just finished his coffee and was about to go on with his day. He hadn’t realized Chauncy had speed up his pace towards him when he put his focus back on his cup of coffee. As soon as the kidnapper took a step, Chauncy was in his ear. Chauncy had his first 2 knuckles poking into the waist of the kidnapper, he tried to make the kidnapper think he had a gun or a knife. It worked as the kidnapper stopped in place and stood still.

  “Sit the fuck down. I want to ask you a question.” Chauncy said in the kidnapper’s ear.

  The kidnapper sits down, not making any noises or unnecessary movements. He held his hands up, around waist high, trying to show Chauncy that he wasn’t trying anything. He slides into the booth where his cup of coffee was, Chauncy slid in across from him.

  “So… What the fuck do you want to know?” The kidnapper asks.

  “You are the guy that kidnapped me and my friend?” Chauncy said.

  “Yeah…”

  “Did you kidnap all those other people too? The ones I saw on the news?” Chauncy asks.

  “There were no other people…” He responded.

  “Bullshit! News of people being kidnapped were all over the television for weeks. You saying they weren’t kidnapped by you?”

  “What I’m telling you Mr. Peters… There were no other kidnappings!” Said the kidnapper.

  Chauncy looks away for a second, then looks back, puzzled. He noticed the bearded man called him by his name.

  “You saying I’m making this shit up?” Chauncy said.

  “What I’m saying is that no one other than you and Mr. Jones were kidnapped…”

  “Explain this shit to me…” Chauncy said.

  “Your friend…” the kidnapper said putting an emphasis on the word friend. “Mr. Jones arranged that whole ordeal.”

  “What? How do you know Mr. Jones!” Chauncy said.

  “It’s called being a human Guinea pig. I know you have heard about these drug companies secretly experimenting on humans before…right?” the kidnapper explains.

  “You were being experimented on?” Chauncy asks.

  The kidnapper shook his head from side to side and let out a little laugh.

  “No… you dumbass…YOU WERE being experimented on! YOU’RE the Guinea pig!” the kidnapper said.

  The kidnapper then tossed the table up into the air towards Chauncy. Chauncy fell back in his seat as the table lands on top of him. Coffee flies everywhere. The kidnapper runs to the front of the diner and out of the building.

  Chauncy calmly stands and dusts himself off. He walks over to the counter and ask the waitress for a slice of pie to go. She goes to the back and takes a slice and puts it in a plastic container and hands it to Chauncy. He then pays the waitress and thinks about what the kidnapper just said to him. Chauncy reaches in his pocket and pulls out the mini-recorder, turns off the recording.

  “Do you
guys have a lost and found box here?” Chauncy asks.

  “Yes, it’s right here? Did someone leave something?”

  “I want to leave something. If someone with this name ever comes in, can you give this to her?” Chauncy had Rebecca’s name written on a post it sticky note. He attached it to the mini-recorder and handed it to the waitress.

  He walks towards the front door, opening the pie container. He holds it up to his mouth and takes a bite. At the same time, he reaches into his pocket and grabs the vial of HYPO. He pulls off the cap and jams the needle into his thigh. He squeezed the serum into his leg. His body gets warm and sweat starts running down his forehead. He walks out the front door and looks to the left.

  The kidnapper is a few blocks away. Chauncy reaches behind the bush where he stashed his backpack and threw it on his shoulder. In a blast, he takes of in a sprint towards the kidnapper. His speed is elevated as HYPO had kicked in, he’s now passing cars on the street. He hops over a mailbox in one simple stride and is quickly gaining ground on the kidnapper. The kidnapper looks to see Chauncy closing in on him.

  Chauncy gets about 6 feet away and leaps. While leaping, he swings his fist. His punch lands on the back of the kidnapper’s head, launching him a few feet into the air. His chin hit the concrete as he hits the ground, 2 teeth fly out of the kidnapper’s mouth, along with a thick stream of blood. His grey beard is now red with the blood from his mouth. Chauncy stands over him, breathing heavily.

  “YOU MEAN TO TELL ME, TRE PAID YOU TO KIDNAP US? TO EXPERIMENT ON ME WITH THAT DRUG?” Chauncy yelled angrily.

  Now his nose was bleeding and his eyes was beet red. His heart was pumping and he was breathing heavy. His eyes focused on the kidnapper. The kidnapper looks up and Chauncy and smiles, showing his now missing teeth. He laughs and coughs up blood at the same time.

  “Correct asshole! CORRECT!!” The kidnapper says.

  Chauncy kicks the kidnapper, sending him sliding about 5 feet across the sidewalk. He jumps towards the kidnapper and begins stomping him wildly.