A/N: Hey all! This is me here! ((: I'm back! This story is basically a sequel to my first story in the What A Boy Wants, erm, series, Lost Love. This story, as you already know, is titled Twisted. Please do continue to read and support me and I hope you enjoy this story as much as you do in the previous one! (Assuming that you did enjoy the previous one) And special thanks to InfinityEstel who constantly reviewed every single chapter of Lost Love... and to all others who had reviewed as well! Love ya all! )

Summary: Mabel is on the loose, and both father and son's lives are threatened by this lunatic. Then, Rylan disappears mysteriously one day, and Ian, having not a single clue on where he is, suspects it was Mabel's works. If Ian is right, then there's just a problem – where on earth is she? Will someone be able to find the poor boy before Mabel destroys him – both mentally and physically? Or will all be too late, the results disastrous from minds being twisted?

Disclaimer: Anything recgonizable -- not mine ('cept for my characters.) Others -- mine.

Enjoy!

TWISTED

Prologue

I told you I will be back… and now I'm going to get my revenge. The revenge that I should have had a long time ago…

But never mind when. The important thing is how, and who. Who… the jinx, definitely. Who else? How…Hmm… let's see. First I must find their Achilles' heels. Yes, I know how! I'm going to take him apart slowly, one by one, torture him till he screams… but no one will be able to hear him, or save him. I'll make sure he gets a taste of what she suffered… I'll make him scream, scream with all his might! Scream… let the other one hear it too… let his scream be etched in his memory! He'll live with that scream haunting him forever… Yessss! This is perfect! I'll make sure he screams with all his might! I'll make sure that every single ounce of his energy is spent on screaming! Yes! Yesss!

Ahh… the little one is here. Yum…how tasty! But I think I'll hold back and observe for a while… yesss! I'll do that. Let him have a few more days to enjoy before he meets up with Satan.

The jinx must, and will, die! He'll pay the prices! And he'll regret this for life… wait what life? He'll already be dead long before he wishes that he were never born! cackles Yes, yes! Dead… I'd love to see him dead, but for now, I'll just lie low. Yes…

Enjoy what you have now, jinx. You may want to go to the beach, for in a few days' time, you'll never get to see the sun rise again…

Rylan walked briskly. He was almost late. He had to hurry, and he didn't really fancy getting into trouble again. He couldn't let it happen once more. Once was more than enough. Moreover, this constant tardiness of his would be reflected on his annual report card and he definitely would not want to give his teacher the satisfaction of complaining to his father. He had enough of those already.

As he ran through the crowds, he felt odd. He could have sworn that he saw a shadow behind those oil barrels. A shadow of a person. But he just shrugged it off. It might just be an illusion, or an eye-trick, like they say. Plus, he was running late and he could not stop.

But if he had stopped to look, he would probably catch a pair of eyes staring at him intensely, with a malicious grin to pair up with them, from a retreating figure. A grin that would scare the daylight out of him.

TBC...