Who's Throwing the Dog Down the Staircase:

The blonde girl sleeping in the double bed in the big round room was about to wake up. It was 6:45 in the morning. Her kidnapper who held her hostage in this room was away, probably buying the girl some more paints to keep her occupied.

Rapunzel sat up in bed, her eyes half open. She ran a hand through her hair and looked at it, disappointed. She got up and went through her routine. She showered and brushed her teeth before combing her hair and tying it up. Then, she went to paint...and draw...and cook...and do another puzzle...and make some candles...and make sure all of her chores were done... and read...

"Rapunzel, I'm home." Gothel said, putting the newest crayola set on the table in Rapunzel's room before going up to the rest of the house. Rapunzel looked at the set and put it with the rest of her things.

"Mother?" Rapunzel called up through the door in the ceiling. Gothel took a moment before opening it and peering in. "Come here, I want to show you something!" Rapunzel smiled widely as Gothel made her way down the steps, asking what it was.

In truth there was nothing to show. Rapunzel took the nearest item, the frying pan she'd used to make breakfast, and hit Gothel over the head as hard as she could. Her green eyes widened before a smile cracked on her lips. She gathered everything she wanted to keep into a brown bag she found up the stairs with Gothel's things. She went back down the stairs and opened a small cupboard under the oven and took a small chameleon out. He crawled up her arm and rested on her shoulder. She took her things and the key to the basement and locked Gothel in the basement where Rapunzel had lived for 17 years.

Rapunzel walked out into the front yard, her frying pan still in her hand, and looked around. It wasn't a very busy street. In fact, this had to be the countryside. Their house was the only house here. Rapunzel frowned before continuing.

Flynn was walking. He hadn't really done anything today. Yesterday he'd been put on probation for stealing some jewels from a store at the mall. Being 17, he hadn't been charged as an adult. He decided it would be best to stay out of the lime light for a little while.

Then he saw her. He saw a girl with long golden hair in a pink T-shirt and blue jeans walking with a brown bag and a lizard. She looked a little worried. Flynn turned around. Worried was not his type.

"Excuse me!" he heard her yell. He cringed and kept walking with his hands in the pockets of his ripped, faded, jean jacket. He heard her feet on the pavement behind him. Damn she could run fast. "Sir... I'm a little lost. I need to find a city or a town."

Flynn turned around. "That way direction." He said, pointing vaguely, probably in the wrong direction.

"Could..uhm. This is awkward. Will you take me there?"

"You have got to be kidding me." Flynn said out loud, his face falling. Rapunzel didn't say anything. Instead she smiled and hooked her arm with his and started walking. Flynn stayed put. "I'm not going anywhere with you. The kingdom and I aren't exactly simpatico at the moment, so I won't be taking you anywhere."

"There's a kingdom?" Rapunzel raised an eyebrow.

"It's Kingdom Street. Not a kingdom." Flynn rolled his eyes. Had this girl been anywhere ever?

Rapunzel won. She scowled and she pouted until Flynn yelled, "Fine!" It didn't take long for both of them to notice their individual hunger. "Are you hungry? I see a place up there." Flynn said to Rapunzel. She nodded and followed him. The sign said something about ducks but it was covered in graffiti. Flynn opened the door and the noise of fights and talking and movement stopped. A horde of 21 year old boys was all that this place had besides booze and peanuts.

"Wrong place." Flynn muttered, realizing if he were caught in a bar on probation it wouldn't look good. But, Rapunzel saw the peanuts. She walked right past all of the men and chewed on a mouthful of peanuts.

Flynn attempted to get her out before any trouble was had, saying, "We'd better get you home..."

A tall, broad, extremely tan and muscled guy slammed the door in front of Flynn. Flynn recognized him. And a lot of the others. These were boys he used to fight with for real no good reason. A shorter, white, fat guy with a shaved head and a hook instead of a hand, walked up to Flynn next. There was a boy with bruises all over and a few lumps to accompany them. He had a beanie pulled down low over his eyes which made his nose look bigger than it was. A tall skinny man with a thick beard and bald head was sorting and selling weed at a table in the back. A gay looking boy in a vest with a bad haircut leaned against a wall looking awfully proud of himself for no obvious reason. The cook looked disgruntled but wouldn't say a word. There was no indication he actually worked there, either. Two brothers who were opposites in every way sat together talking and going over the expenses for how many stitches they'd gotten recently and how the fatter one, Bruiser, hated the scarf their aunt had knitted him.

"Hey, Hookhand, Nosey, Tol, Gunter, Utilla, Bruiser, Killer..and...Vlad... What's up?" Flynn didn't succeed on trying to sound like they were all long time friends.

Rapunzel nodded to Utilla for a drink, not ever knowing the world of alcohol or that there even was one. Utilla filled a glass with a drink that looked like water. Rapunzel thanked him and took a sip.

"THIS IS NOT WATER!" She screamed. Everyone choked on laughter. The attention was off of Flynn and onto the blonde at the bar who had just taken a sip of vodka.

Rapunzel ended up chatting with Hookhand and Vlad for awhile. Vlad had an awkward obsession of unicorns. Rapunzel loved unicorns so this was the first time in years he'd actually talked about his collection. Hookhand asked Rapunzel if she'd ever played piano and to teach him. He explained that he always wanted to be a concert pianist, but his family couldn't afford lessons and his lack of a right hand didn't help.

The windows started to flash red and blue and Flynn grabbed Rapunzel's hand. The cops had arrived.