AN:One of my newest stories! Since I am working now, updates will not come as often as they did. Anyways, this story takes place about six months after the Dark Tournament story that I did. So, thank you, and enjoy.

Chapter One: The Day Hell Broke Loose

Well, this was a day that the prince of hell wished that he could forget. Once he found out that there was a breakout at a Spirit World prison, he was not THAT worried. Sure, it takes almost a miracle to break out of a Spirit World Prison, but in this case, now that he knew who it was, Koenma was terrified. How terrified? He was willing to do something that was going to cause the sure death of someone in the magic community. This break out meant that there was going to be hell on the horizon, and boy was it going to get nasty soon enough.

"Koenma sir." Jorge said, appearing at his side.

"Yes?" Koenma said, turning to his ogre aide.

"We can't find him." Jorge said sadly.

"How is that possible? He was staying with Genkai, wasn't he!?" Koenma all but screamed.

"Yes sir, he was, but Genkai said that he took off a month ago, and we have not heard a word from him since." Jorge said.

"Great. I need his help, and he is in the wind." Koenma said.

"What are we going to do now, sir?" Jorge asked. Koenma stood up from his seat, and straightened out his robes a bit, and headed for the door.

"We are heading for New York City. I have a feeling that this is going to get bad soon enough." Koenma said.

Michael hated being woke up in the middle of the night. Unless the house was on fire, there was a burglar in the house, or he was getting some, you know, 'loving', there was no excuse for him to be up at that time in the night. Of course, when you have certain friends like Michael does, sleeping through the night is a rare occurance. So, when Michael opened his eyes, and saw three staring back at him, he did not freak out, but he did get mad to a point that he almost woke up his whole house. He let out an angry grunt, and sat up to stare at the all too familiar figure and friend that was standing in front of his bed. The kid smiled and nodded at him. Okay, no I am pissed off. Michael thought.

"What do you want!?" Michael hissed into the darkness.

"I take it that I am disturbing you." The voice said.

"Yeah, dickhead, you are. Unless this is very, and I mean VERY, my good friend, important, please leave and let me rest. I have to be up and at my school in a few hours, so please beat it." Michael said. The teen stepped away, and shook his head.

"Fine, I will leave you to your erotic dreams." The voice said, driving his point home with a laugh. Michael flung a pillow at him, but the person that he was talking to already disappeared.

"I need some normal friends." Michael told himself as he laid back down and went to sleep.

Koenma was about to head out to New York City when a figure in a Black Demon Cloak stopped him from doing so. Koenma knew who this was, and when he lowered the hood, Koenma let out a somewhat irritated sigh.

"Well, it took you long enough to get here, David." Koenma said.

"I heard that something was wrong, and you needed my help." David answered. "So, what is up?"

"An evil group is in New York City. I want you to come with me." Koenma said.

"No." David said defiantly.

"David, they might be after the Russos." Koenma said.

"Good. Let them kill all of those fuckers." David said icely.

"David. If you walk away from doing this, you are going to regret it." Koenma said. David was walking away as Koenma said those words, but he stopped and glared back at Koenma. Koenma flinched when David glared at him, and then David was gone, to where, no one knows.

"Well, this whole thing has gotten a lot worse, and things have not even began." Koenma said, heading out to New York City.

David stood on the roof, watching the Eldest Russo children go about their business. Everyone had no idea that he was back in New York. Hell, most had no idea that he was still alive. He let out a chuckle, and continued to eye Alex and Justin, as they were out doing whatever they were doing. As much crap as the Russos and his own family did put the young demon through over the past year, David wanted to go down and terrorize the two of them to make himself feel better, but he decided against doing that. That was not going to solve anything, but it would make him feel better than he was feeling lately. He knew that something bad was going to happen soon enough, and honestly, as bad as this might seem, he could care less. He had enough of watching this crap, and decided to take his leave.

He did not notice the dark figures approaching from behind Alex, and Justin.

Alex and Justin soon approached their home when four hoods came from behind them. Before they could ever react, Justin was hit by something that knocked him to the ground, but not out. He saw the four hooded figures surround his little sister. Justin got up and tried to stop whatever was going to happen, but a sharp blow rendered the older brother unconsious before he even got a chance to do anything to try and help Alex.

"Grab the bitch, and bring her to Our Lord." A gruff voice announced. The other figures agreed, and they disappeared into the night with Alex.

Koenma knew that the moment he arrived in New York City, it was going to be a really bad day. The air explained it to him, and there was something terrible in the works.

"Sir? Sir! What is going on?" Jorge asked the prince, shaking his shoulder.

"They did it." Koenma said in an icy tone.

"Done what?" Jorge asked.

"They have capture Alex Russo." Koenma said quietly.

AN: To clear things up, this story is taking place while David and Alex were broken up, it was during a nearly two year period, (20 months exactly) and it will be explained further in future chapters. Thanks for reading and stay tuned for more!