(Bloo and Mac awaked in a strange looking living room)

Phantom - Hey guys, and welcome to the Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends room in my sub conscious.

Bloo- Wait, where is the kitchen?

Phantom (shrugging)- Don't know, (evil smile) Try going through a door...

(Bloo runs through a door and ends up opening another, this goes on for a while)

Mac- Well who are you?

Phantom- Phantom, the official caretaker of this story, and the one who holds the keyboard.

Mac (muttering)- Keyboard?

Phantom- here Mac-e Boy, I'll show you how it works. (Phantom types something and Frankie apperes out of no where) See I control EVERYTHING!

(Phantom starts laughing like a mad man)

Frankie- Yo, Mac, where are we?

Mac- To be honest I'm not sure we want to know, hey whats this note?

Note- Phantom doesn't own Foster's Home, deal with it.

Chapter 1

The Strange Little Girl

It had been 4 years sense Mac had first brought Bloo to Foster's. And the now 14 year old boy had kept his promise to visit Bloo everyday; in fact he had to now. His brother and mother moved away for their mothers work, so Mac had moved into Foster's. He still went to school, and sometimes Bloo joined him; the small blue blob had matured over the years, but still enjoyed to goof off.

It was on October 2nd that Mac's, Bloo's, and everyone's lives were permently affected…

…

Mac was getting ready for school; he was wearing a deep red shirt, blue jeans, and black and white sneakers. He quickly brushed his hair and teeth before rushing downstairs, grabbing his lunch and kissed Madame Foster on the head before running to the door.

He quickly opened it and grabbed his umbrella because it was raining. Mac had gotten as far as the front gate when he stopped, he saw a shadowed figure. He bent down and looked at the figure, it was a girl.

"Help," was all she said before collapsing.

He put a hand to her throat; the girl was extremely cold, but she had a pulse. So he picked her up bridal style and ran back to the house and went into the room.

"HELP, FRANKIE! BLOO! MADAME FOSTER! ANYBODY!" Mac screamed into the aged home. And everyone came running, Frankie walked up to the 14 year old.

"Mac, what happened?" Frankie asked in a very concerned voice.

Mac's eyes were wide, "I don't know Frankie, I just found her outside by the gate, she asked for help before she collapsed, so I picked her up and brought her in here."

For the first time Mac actually looked at the girl; she was wearing a large loose brown shirt, and baggy, ripped, and slashed brown pants, and all of her clothes were stained with blood, at least 1.5 gallons of blood. The girls hair was a blackish maroon because it was wet, and her skin was a pale white. She had a huge cut across her stomach, and her hand, also the girl was covered with bruises, and she had a black choker with a silver cross on it.

Mac had brought the strange girl to the infirmary swiftly and right away they began to treat her wounds, working against fate and time. Eventually the girl had a bandage wrap around her stomach and hand; and Frankie had changed her into a hospital shirt and pants.

Mac stood by the bed, and looked at Frankie, "So Frankie what's with the girl."

Frankie looked at the 14 year old, "Well her hand wound wasn't that deep; but her stomach wound was. In fact if we hadn't gotten to her, she probley would have died. And she had so many bruises, for the first couple of days she might not be able to move, plus she had a hidden wound on her left side, right on her rib cage. It will take at least a day for her to wake up, and maybe 2 to move around, and a week before she can walk on her own, then perhaps a full 2 months before she be considered 'healed'."

Mac looked over the girl, "Hey Frankie can you call me in sick?"

"Why Mac?" Frankie asked.

Mac kept his eyes on the girl, "Well I can be certain that this wasn't an accident, so who ever did it might come back. And I'll just feel better if I was here."

Frankie nodded and left, leaving Mac and Bloo with the girl in the infirmary. Bloo sat down on another bed and took a nap, Mac sat down by the strange girl's bed. And eventually fell asleep himself.

Phantom- HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY IT!? CLIFFHANGERS ARE AMAZING!

Bloo (panting)- Where...is...the...food?

Phantom (eating apple)- I don't know?

Bloo- But your eating an apple

Phantom- So?

Frankie- I believe what Bloo is trying to say is that could we have food?

Phantom- Sure, (Types something and live fish appear) Knock yourselves out.

(Bloo glares at Phantom, Frankie and Mac start catching the fish and cooking them over the fireplace.)

Phantom (Laying on top of a piano)- By the way, you don't need an account to review, just saying...

Mac- Who are you talking to?

Phantom- The amazing people that actual read this.