Patience
"Hello? Chris?! Charlotte?!" The young brunette yelled in the empty club her family owned. They were supposed to meet her here to work on her ancestry project. She walked in completely and looked around. They were nowhere to be found. A crash echoed throughout the room. The young girl was starting to get nervous. They must be playing a joke. Sebastien was always getting into trouble, especially with his pranks. Patience then realized that there was no way it could have been Sebastien; he was camping with his friend DJ. The room was silent all of sudden and she grew more scared as the seconds ticked by.
A dark figure slipped out of the backroom, slowing creeping towards the bar where she sat. She jumped up, and started to back up. Her plan didn't completely work out because as she did she bumped into a bulky figure. The girl opened her mouth to scream but it became muffled when one of the figures slipped a cloth into her mouth and shoved one against her nose. Patience struggled and then went limp into the mysterious figure's arms.
Charlotte & Chris
The pair was walking home from school, both still fuming. They both equally had difficult problems at school. Charlotte was beyond mad at her boyfriend who she had just caught cheating on her; and Chris had just found out he was failing biology.
"Come on, we still have to help Patience with her project." Chris called out to a lagging Charlotte.
"How can I ever help with that when my heart has been ripped out, and broken into a thousand little pieces?" She suddenly wailed out, her dramatic tendencies creeping out.
"Would you like me to kill him?" He demanded sarcastically.
"What?!" Charlotte squeaked believing he was serious. Chris just sighed at how gullible she was. They passed a moving van and kept onward towards the Halliwell Manor.
"Charlotte, I wasn't serious." He sighed, then yelled as he walked up the stairs," I'm going to go upstairs and get the books, and then we need to head to the club!"
"Whatever." The blonde just nodded absentmindedly. Chris continued into the house and up to his room. The dark haired teen was digging through his closet in search for a book when he heard an earsplitting scream. He ran down the stairs and out the door just in time to see a dark clothed figure dragging a struggling Charlotte into the moving van they had saw earlier.
"Let her go!" He screamed, panicking. The man ignored him and shut the door, and speeding away. Chris just stood there dumbstruck and frozen.
