(Cody's POV):

I usually have crushes on girls that are pretty preppy, but then I got sent to a crappy island for some television show. I met some pretty cool people there, none cooler than…her. Gwen wasn't one of those preppy girls, she was really independent, and I respect that. I had a love for her more than any girl I have ever had a crush on. I struck out, so I helped out my good friend Trent by hooking up him with her, because Gwen liked him back. Since then, Gwen and me have been good friends. I'm happy, if she's happy, but I don't think she heard me say that, when I went to the Playa De Losers. I would do anything for her. I would sacrifice myself for her. Today was Friday; I usually walk with Trent and Gwen to their house after school. The road home was hell; the snow and ice caused me to trip a lot. My butt was freezing. But we would talk; sometimes about music, sometimes about the news, anything was up for discussion, it was like the forums I check daily after school. When we got to their house. I said my goodbyes, and then I headed home. I lived just a couple blocks away. I started walking when I heard a scream. I looked back, and ran to their house

"GWEN!!!" I screamed out. I was panting as I was at the front door; I open it and saw nothing. Then I heard,

"Let me go! TRENT! Help Me!" It sounded like Gwen, I turned around, then I saw five men in ski masks and a black van, the back doors were open on the van. One man picked up Gwen. I was running after them, one pulled out a 9mm pistol "CODY! Look out!" The man started shooting at me. I, noticing the situation, jumped to a bush, narrowly missing bullets.

"Forget about him, he's dead weight." I heard one man say as the men threw Gwen into the van, and drove off. Damn, no license plate. But how?

Why…? Why would anyone want to kidnap Gwen and Trent? I sat down in the snow, thinking. 'Dead weight', Hmph. The man was stupid enough to say that. I told you about the friends I made on Total Drama Island. One of them, was an ex-juvie, he taught me how to fight back. Thanks Duncan. Now there was only one thing to do. Fight back. I'm going go to my house, get my guns, and get who ever thinks that they can get away with it.

(Gwen's POV):

Who would do this to Trent and me? I sat handcuffed, my calves tied together. Basic kidnapping tools and situation. I was sitting next to Trent, crying, he was too.

"Who are you? Why would you do this?" I tried to question the men and their intentions.

"Shut up!" One man screamed. He was threating to backhand slap me before the driver stopped him verbally,

"Enough. We'll be there shortly." Some of the voices seemed familiar; I couldn't put my finger on it, literally.

"Where?" I wondered where these sick people are taking us.

"You'll know soon enough." The driver answered. Well, that didn't help. Soon the van stopped. I started screaming, trying to capture people's attention. "Go ahead, we're here. No one can here you scream." The driver spoke with a smart-attitude. They took us out of the van and into this place. As I'm being carried to this building I think of Cody, he was risking his life trying to save us. I was going to tell him that there was a .38 Snub Nose in the bedroom drawers, but he jumped into a bush, and the men drove off with Trent and me. I hope he's alright.