Disclaimer: I don't own Desgrassi. All I own here is the plot.

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Marco opened the freezer door in search for food, it was lunch time and he was starving. The moment he took out a frozen TV dinner, his phone rang. "Hello? Marco," he answered.

"Hey!" the voice on the other end said happily. It was Ellie. "This summer is killing me!" Ellie said, "I am so bored!"

Marco laughed. "I completely agree, Ell.."

Ellie thought for a moment. "Wanna catch a late movie tonight? Jimmy and Paige are coming too…"

Paige… would Paige bring Dylan? "W..what about Dylan?"

"I told Paige to leave him at home."

Marco sighed with relief, after catching Dylan cheating on him that's the last thing he needed. "Thanks Ell. What time is the movie?"

"The latest showing is 10:30, so meet us there at 10:15?"

Marco smiled, "Sure."

"Alright," Ellie said. "See you then?"

"Right, Ciao."

-

Ten o'clock was rolling around. Marco decided to walk to the theater, exercise never hurt anyone.

Marco was walking for a bit, he checked his clock on his phone. He still had plenty of time; it was only 10:05.

Marco suddenly tensed up and walked faster when he realized where he was. A little over a year before, he was bashed on that street in the grass.

Marco stopped suddenly. 'Oh, damn… not again...' he thought. He was hearing footstep behind him. The footsteps were trying not to be heard.

Marco speed up his pace even more… a little to late. A strong hand pushed him forcefully to the cement sidewalk. "Hey, you! Pretty boy! I'm walking here!"

Marco tried to get himself off the ground while murmuring, "I-I'm sorry… I didn't-"

As Marco pulled himself to his knees, the man pushed him back to ground with his foot. "Oi! Hey, guys! I've seen we've seen this pretty boy before!" The guy picked him up by his collar, "This is that boy who got away."

Marco's mind started to panic as he remembered the last time he saw these guys. "Hey, boss! Let's see how much he squirms!"

-

Next thing poor Marco knew he was in some abandoned warehouse in Lord-knows-where; he was tied up by his wrists to the low ceiling, his feet about a foot or so dangling off the ground.

"Guess what, pretty boy? We got a new toy..." the guy who was apparently the leader motioned to one of his buddies who pulled out a silver pistol. ((A/N: SHINY!!!))

Marco gave a small gasp, where they going to shoot him?

The leader smirked. "Don't worry, pretty boy, we're not going to use this quite yet… we have another toy we want to play with..." The leader grabbed a black handle and pulled out a sharp kitchen knife.

"Y…you don't want to do this..." Marco stuttered, desperate to get away.

The leader slit Marco's upper left arm with slight anger, "Don't tell me what I want!!" Marco let out a yelp of pain.

Marco's phone suddenly rang. Oh no… Ellie...

One of the leader's buddies got the cell out of his pocket. "Oh… it's a girl."

The leader smiled. "A girl?" He snatched the phone.

He answered it on speaker. "Hello?"

The voice sounded slightly confused. "..is Marco there?"

"He can't talk right no-" the guy stopped himself. "Why yes, he is, but you have to come down here and find him.."

"No!" Marco yelled, stronger than he was. "No! Ellie do-" Marco yelled out as one of the buddies stabbed him in his stomach.

"MARCO?" Ellie yelled.

"Yes, Ellie, that's your buddy Marco. Do you want to save him? Come down to the abandoned warehouse near the drug store."

Ellie sounded on the verge of tears. "I'm coming, Marco… Don't worry.."

"No… El..Ellie.." Marco whispered, his voice growing weaker from blood loss.

'They're going to kill me…' he thought. 'They're going to kill me. And after that, they're going to do something much worse… They're going to kill Ellie.'