WhiteIce here, and I'm going to be trying something a little different with this story. I am now co-writing with Bob the Pigeon 73 for this story. Enjoy! Bob, anything you want to say to the readers?
Bob the Pigeon 73: We, the authors of in order to form a more perfect story, establish ideas; insure the character's immortality. Yeah. So just enjoy the story, because we worked our tails off writing this just for you.
WhiteIce: We don't own Hannah Montana or the Constitution. One more thing, this takes place after the most recent episode. So Jake is gone for a few months in Romania and he doesn't know that Miley is Hannah Montana.
Chapter 1: Capture
Jake Ryan sat listening to his I-pod, watching the hills of Romania pop up under his airplane.
He smiled as the attractive black haired stewardess brought him his lunch, covered up on a sliver platter. He had to admit, being a movie star did have its advantages.
But, when he lifted the cover of the platter, there was nothing there, except for a note.
It said, Gotcha.
The stewardess flashed him an evil grin, full of malice and greed. Just then the pilot came on the speaker.
"Jake Ryan you are the lucky recipient of an invitation to bring down Hannah Montana. Unfortunately, you might not live to tell the tale."
As Jake felt a sharp pain, and gazed into the stewardess's eyes. Everything started to fade into blackness. The last thing he remembered thinking was of a picture of Miley. And it slowly morphed into Hannah Montana.
HANNAH MONTANA HANNAH MONTANA HANNAH MONTANAMiley Stuart sat in her Malibu home, watching a movie. Lily, next to her, was jumping up and down, trying to see around the snoring Oliver, who always fell asleep during "chick flicks."
They were having their annual weekend movie marathon. Miley was just about to push Oliver off the couch, when she noticed her father coming into the room with a suitcase in his hands.
" Well darlin', say goodbye, 'cause the next time you see me, you'll be the biggest pop star in the world. Because I am about to get you a record deal with Inti records. They sell CD's in all languages, and they publish music around the globe."
Lily, with her eyes still glued to handsome young movie star kneeling by his sister's hospital bedside, said, "Never heard of them."
"Well, they're a new kind of record company, but they're going to be big. I'm gonna meet them in Los Vegas for dinner tonight. While I'm away, you and Jackson are going to be watched by Aunt Dolly."
Jackson walked down the stairs at just that moment. "But Dad!" he whined, " I'm sixteen. I'm way to old for a baby-sitter."
"Well son, then you're gonna be doubly disappointed, because I've also asked Roxy to watch you, too."
As soon as the word "Roxy" hit Oliver's ears, he snorted, woke up, grabbed Lily's arm, muttered something about the emergency room, and left as if Roxy was already catapulting him over the beach's cliffs.
Miley laughed and smiled at her dad. "Don't worry, Aunt Dolly will make sure Roxie doesn't get too out of control."
Her father grinned back at her. "Actually, I invited Roxie to baby-sit you so Dolly won't get too out of control."
Little did both of them know that that was the last either of them would see each other for a while.
HANNAH MONTANA HANNAH MONTANA HANNAH MONTANAMr. Stuart walked into the address the record company had given him, but to his surprise and confusion, saw that it was little more than an old office building. He was just about to double out of there when three men emerged from the shadows. One of them, with a suitcase in his hands, muttered something to the other. Suddenly, a black sack was flung over Mister Stuart's head.
Mr. Stuart struggled to break free, but an unseen pair of arms had wrapped themselves around him. Then he smelled something. It was very overpowering, very intoxicating. What was it? Sweet, yes. Familiar, too. But before he could think further, he fell into a deep sleep, a sleep that he would not be wakened from until it was too late.
After Mr. Stuart had fallen, a shadow stepped from behind the building. It checked his pulse, which was fast but steady, then let his hand fall. And in the dark of night, on that lonely street, the shadow began to laugh.
