So far this is a one-shot. I probably won't continue this as a multi-chapter story. Well, I hope you like it. Please R&R.
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It was a dark night when Amy, Dan, Ian, and Natalie were walking to Grace's new mansion. (The Kabras were visiting Amy and Dan for the weekend.)
Amy thought she heard someone behind her, so she turned around. There was a black van right behind them. Just as she was about to tell the others Natalie asked, "Has anybody noticed the black van behind us?"
"What?" asked Ian, as he turned around.
"Run!" Dan shouted.
They started to run, but another van pulled in front of them. To the left, five big men in black were running towards them. The only option was to go into an alley to their right.
They ran into the alley, and the men in black followed them in. They were cornered.
"Give us Gideon's ring," one of them ordered.
"N-no." Amy stammered.
"Search their stuff," a voice from a walkie-talkie barked.
The men took Dan's backpack and Amy's purse and dumped them out. Then one grabbed Natalie's purse, but she wouldn't let it go. He tore it out of her grasp, and it ripped.
"You. Ripped. My. Purse." Natalie said.
Without a thought, she kicked him in the stomach. She turned and punched the guy that was getting out a dart gun. She then grabbed the dart gun and began to shoot all of the men one by one.
When she was finished, she gently knelt on the ground by her purse, and started to cry.
"This was my favorite Gucci purse."
"Natalie stop crying. We can buy a new one. Seeing you just saved our lives - I think you deserve it." Ian said.
Natalie got up and threw her purse into a nearby dumpster. Ian, Amy, and Dan stared at her in shock.
"Yay! I wanted a new one anyway."
Well, what did you think? Please review.