The news hit the cul-de-sac like a tidal wave. It hit Kevin most of all. No one could have expected it to happen. They had heard about it happening to other families, other groups of friends, other schools even. But never did they think it could happen to them in their sleepy little town of Peach Creek.

Someone had been taken. And not just any someone. It was someone they all knew and loved. She was a lovable person. Always bubbling with personality and always lending a helping hand to anyone who needed it.

That someone was Nazz. She had been taken at some time during the night. She had never made it home from Kevin's house, her parents said.

So yes, it hit Kevin like a ton of bricks when he had found out that his best friend, his sister, had been taken by someone. And it tore him apart from the inside out.

You would think that Kevin would have called his best friend and confidant, Nat. Or even Rave, the usually stoic and well mannered sometimes angry theater kid. Or even Rolf, the strange foreign exchange student and farmer. But...he didn't. He didn't call the boys like he usually would if he was upset. The one he did call came as a surprise to everyone. Even to himself.

He called Eddward Rockwell. The genius boy from across the way. He didn't care to understand why he needed Double Dee of all people. Maybe he thought the boy's strength could help him through this ordeal. Or maybe he thought he needed the Dork because he had been through a traumatic event of his own. He didn't know why, he didn't want to figure it out now. All he knew was that he needed Double Dee.

The phone range twice before Double Dee picked it up and answered.

"Hello? Eddward Rockwell speaking. How may I be able to assist you today?"

All he heard was sobbing and incoherent speaking. He took the phone away from his ear to see who called. Unknown number. But that didn't mean anything, it could just be that he didn't save the number.

"To whom am I speaking with?" He asked.

The person on the other line calmed down just enough to feebly answer, "It's Kevin. Nazz has been kidnapped. Can you come over?"

The blood in his veins ran cold. "I'm on my way, pumpkin."

He didn't bother to knock. He didn't need to, the door had been left slightly ajar. As he walked in, the sight before him shocked him to his very core. Things had been knocked off their shelves. Furniture had been turned over. There were a few holes in the wall here and there. The tv had been smashed, the cracks webbing over the screen.

This was done by someone who was angry. This showed an emotion that was rarely ever seen by the outside world. Double Dee tsked and made a mental note to clean up downstairs as soon as Kevin had calmed down enough. He made his way upstairs where more holes led the way to the redhead's room.

Upon his arrival to Kevin's room, he discovered it trashed. Clothes strewn everywhere, more holes in the wall, the bed tossed off its rails, the computer he used for research broken in two. When Double Dee's eyes finally stopped roaming around the bedroom, he noticed a lump near the bed. He walked towards it. The lump moved. That's when he realized that the lump was Kevin.

"Kevin. Pumpkin. What happened?" Double Dee asked.

Kevin took in a shaky breath. "I should have walked her home. I was just so tired though. But I should have walked her home. It's my fault. I usually walk her home. Her parents trusted me to watch out for her. She trusted me! It's my fault!" He screamed. Double Dee took him into his arms and held him as he sobbed. He looked around for anything that might be clean so he could wipe Kevin's face. He didn't have much luck.

He sighed. "Kevin. This is not your fault. What happened to Nazz is not your fault. It is a terrible choice made by a terrible person. The police will find her. I promise."

"What if she's dead?"

"They'll find her alive, pumpkin."

At least he hoped they would.

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"Harvey! What the fuck, man?!" Nazz yelled. If only she wasn't handcuffed to the bed post, she would get her hands on the guy.

"Nazz. Oh sweet, sweet Nazz. Do you know how long I've waited to have you here? In my bed? In my home?"

"Harvey? What?"

"All the times I asked you to hang out and you refused or blatantly lied to me or told me you were going to Kelvin's after school, it made me angry. It made me jealous. I just wanted you to come over. I just wanted to...to...to be inside you. I just...God, Nazz! Do you even know what you do to all the boys?! To me?!"

"Harvey...let me go. Please. Let me go. My parents will be worried. Please, just let me go." Nazz cried. She started to tremble. She was afraid of what Harvey would do.

"Oh. No. No, no. Nazz. Nazz, I could never let you go."

A single tear slid down her face and onto the cold cement of the basement floor. She hoped, and prayed, that someone would find her in time. Before anything drastic happened. Her hope would slowly diminish before someone would find her.

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It would be two days before they figured out who took her. Then two more days before they found her. The first 48 hours are crucial in finding a missing person. As the hours pass, the chance of finding them alive lessens and the fear of finding them deceased increases. Leads went cold after coming in red hot and witnesses were no help.

Kevin could only pray that they found her alive. He couldn't lose her. He just couldn't. She was the closest thing he had to a sister and he honestly didn't know what he would do if he lost her.

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Double Dee had stayed with him. He had gone to sleep on a hastily made pallet on the floor and had woken up on his bed. He looked around and noticed that his bed was sat on the floor instead of a frame. His clothes had been picked up and thrown into the hamper his mother insisted he used. He noticed that some of the had been neatly folded and were set on a low table. He got up out of bed and walked out into the hallway where he noticed that the glass had been swept up and that the drywall had been swept into a neat pile. He walked down the stairs to his living room; the furniture had been righted and the tv had been taken out. His father would most certainly be upset about that. He'd just buy him another flat screen. Probably a more expensive and bigger one.

"Good morning, Pumpkin. How did you sleep?"

Kevin jumped. "Double Dee. What the fuck dude? Don't sneak up on someone like that!"

"My apologies, Kevin. I thought you might have heard me." He giggled.

Kevin eyeballed him. "I slept okay, I guess. I mean, sleep doesn't come easy when your best friend gets kidnapped you know?"

"Yes, I know. That's why i took the liberty of slipping something into your drink last night to make you sleep."

Kevin gasped. "What the fuck Eddward!?"

"Don't worry, pumpkin. It was perfectly safe."

"What did you give me?"

"Benedryl. Makes one sleepy."

"Oh. Well. Alright then."

"Yes. Now. Would you like some breakfast? I made some pancakes. I asked your mother how you liked them."

"You asked my mom?" Kevin was bewildered at first because he didn't understand how he could have asked his mom anything unless..."Oh my god! DID THEY COME BY THE HOUSE?!"

"No. They tried to call you a few times and I took the liberty of answering your phone for you. Your mother is very kind, by the way. Explained what had happened at the house. Your father isn't happy about his fifty inch tv being smashed but he understands. He and your mother are with Nazz's parents. Before you ask, they are doing exactly how one would expect them to be doing. They're frightened and they're upset. They're pleading for her safe return." Eddward explained to Kevin as they walked downstairs to breakfast.

Kevin was silent. What could he say?