Character List

Sierra D'Angelo- Mila Kunis

Ulrich Stern- Alexander Skarsgard

Mya Strankle- Emily Osment

Sissi Delmas- Dannielle Harris

Nick Foxx- Josh Henderson

Jeremy Belpois- Cody Linley

Summer Foxx- Amanda Bynes

Lando Lockleon- Greg Cipes

Keeper- Debi Mazar

Ally McLowe- Melissa Joan Hart

Claire Delmas- Alyson Hannigan

Aelita Hopper- Masiela Lusha

Jennifer Foxx- Victoria Justice

Alex Belpois- Max Van Ville

Tommy Dunbar- Robert Pattinson

Odd Dell Robbia- Dax Shepard

Savanna Foxx- Emma Stone

Lookout- Kathy Griffin

Lucille Foxx- Alyson Stoner

Riley Foxx- Mitchell Musso

Henri Stern- Logan Lerman

Missy D'Angelo- Brie Larson

Astin Ishiyama- Chase Vanek

Karlie Rumsfield- Heidi Klum

Sunny Foxx- Alexis Biedel

Chloe Foxx- Kaci Battaglia

Amina Foxx- Rumer Willis

Carsidy Foxx- Skyler Gisando

Skye Burbige-Foxx- Kat Dennings

Skyler Burbige-Foxx- Sean Flynn Amir

Odd Robbia- Hunter Von Leer

Alona Belpois- Andie MacDowell

Minuteman- Brad Pitt

Yumi Ishiyama- Carrie-Ann Inaba

William Dunbar- James Marsden

Mystery Woman Voice- Edyta Sliwinska

Mystery Man Voice- Norm McDonald

The scarred man pushed Sierra down to the floor just as the roomate answered the door with a blanket around his waist with his girlfriend in the bedroom calling out, "Who is it?" The young man looked at the scene unfolding in front of him. The snipers all aimed at him, but this guy was to quick for them. He quickly spung himself back closing the door with his feet as the barage of bullet whizzed over him while he lay on the floor. Once the gunfire had finished he quickly regrouped grabbed his clothes from the bedroom with his girlfriend scared to death in her own little corner. The men had barged in as the young man kissed his girlfriend goodbye and dived out of the window just as the men in the black suits barged into the bedroom. From his car the naked man could hear his girlfriend's screams of terror shortly muted by the sound of more gunfire. He jumped behind the guard rail, that surrounded the parking lot, into the forest where his car awaited.


Across town on a small en route lane that passed through two miles of wild mangroves a girl of perhaps eighteen was busy in her garden when she felt the pressence of another within sereal feet of her. She turned quickly with a spade in hand pointed it at a young man around the same age with white hair that was surrounded with a flurry of black bangs, "Don't fucking do tha' Nick!" The young woman told the white-haired gentleman behind her in a thick Irish brogue, "You know the sight of you makes me damn nearly piss meself."

With that the man helped her up and said in a strong French accent, "It's always a pleasure to see you too Mya," He looked at her for a brief moment then slowly reached into his longcoat and retrieved an envelope from his inner pocket, "Don't open it unless there is an emergency!" and with that he ran off in the opposite diection.

Mya looked at the envelope that merely stated: Mya, I entrust this letter with you because I know you won't open it unless there is an emergency. In time the events that will lead to the letter's opening may or may not involve you; however, it is imperative that you open this only when there is an emergency. Take care. Keep your doors locked. Mya seemed awestruck by the envelope and somewhat unsure about the meaning of the final note: Keep your doors locked. She couldn't help but wonder if Nick was in any danger judging by the grim mantra on the face of the envelope, but she was someone who wouldn't open it unless directed to. She quickly ran up the winding lane up to the old manor at the end, entered the relic of a home, and stashed the letter in the vault next to her bed.


Sierra awoke a few hours later in what seemed to be an interrogation room despite the high ceiling, and the mirror at the top of the room, which she deduced was a one-way window her captors where hidden behind. She wanted to move, but the men in the suits must have strapped her to what seemed to be a chair with a lampshade attached to the back, and it rested on her head.

A loudspeaker began to crackle as a deep, male, mirthless voice echoed into the tall room, "Miss D'Angelo, we aren't here to harm you we just want answers," the voice had stated clearly just as the scarred man had before Sierra was knocked unconcious, "What is your full name?"

Sierra looked up at the mirror/window with a look of avid disgust as she shouted, "What kind of dumbass question is that?" There was no responce, but a few seconds after she spoke she was shocked with an electrical current that came from the odd lampshade above her head. She screamed in agony as the painful surge ravaged her body for what seemed like forever.

Once the current stopped the male voice once again spoke, "What the fuck is your full name bitch?" He said very unsympathetically and with no emphasis.

Sierra was breathing extremely heavily from the shock administered to her body. She felt as though every cell in her body was burning with pain. She held back tears and choked out, "Sierra Amber-Lyn D'Angelo," she began to cough very violently.

About several minutes passed before the loudspeaker crackled to life again this time a more deadly, feminine voice boomed into the room, "Very good sweetheart, now what do you know about Franz Hopper A.K.A. Waldo Schaeffer?"

Sierra sighed heavily then laughed abnormally loud for a good five minutes until saying, "Who the fuck is that?" A moment passed and once again she was shocked by the electrical current that came out of the questionable chair. She breathed heavily again, caught her breath and said, "I don't know who Franz Hooligan or Waldo Sch-whatever the fuck his alias is?" She left a single tear drop, "Just please let me go... I wanna go home!"

The female voice once again filled the nearly dark room this time stating quite clearly, "Miss D'Angelo your not going to be going home anytime soon unless you answer our questions," she said with a ruthless demeanor, "Now again what do you know about Franz Hopper A.K.A. Waldo Schaeffer?"

Sierra was now a sobbing mess, "I don't know who that is... just let me-" The current was once again going through her body making her screams more bloodcurdling for as she misbehaved the voltage would go up. The current stopped and she was hunched over in the chair sobbing into her nightie, "I don't know who the fuck that is you crazy bitch!" The current once again came down and ran through her body, and she screamed until it ceased.


Odd Della Robbia and his wife Summer where relaxing poolside at their newly built mansion with the television on some local station. Summer was laying out on her towel in her lavender bikini while her husband was floating around in the pool wearing his cargo trunks and sunglasses.

The television wasn't really there for the sake of watching it was more for ambiance until a BREAKING NEWS broadcast popped up causing Summer to sit upright and direct her attention to the television, "Breaking News!" the anchorman began in a business-like tone, "Newly emerging evidence in the case involving the mysterious fire at the old car factory in Boulogne-Billancourt," He couldn't have been more descriptive for Summer who turned up the volume and told her husband to listen, "We take you live to the scene where Trinity La Roux is covering as details emerge, Trinity?"

The story was thrown to a young woman of about twenty-four with long brown hair and faint green eyes that where chilling in there own way, "Thanks Kenneth," She walked towards the burned down factory, "I'm live on the scene where police have found new evidence suggesting that the burning down of the factory here was in fact intentional due to the discovery of an abandoned truck a few miles down the river where in the back police had found over twenty empty containers of kerosene and four that where still filled," Summer thought in the back of her mind if Jeremie did have something to do with this, "I'm now recieving word that from the ruble the police have just pulled out two bodies from the wreakage," Odd now had a laser-focused attention to the screen like his wife, "The uncharred bodies where just discovered two floors below the factory," the couple was clining onto every word, "the two bodies, one male on female, seem to have suffered from gunshot wounds to the head suggesting that the fire may have been a cover up for these murders," Summer was litterally glued to the television screen at this point clinging to whatever the ditzy reporter had to say, "I'm getting word now that the male is William Dunbar the son of famous French actor Liam Dunbar," Summer felt as though she might faint, yet Odd had already gotten out of the water and sat his wife down, "the young woman is believed to be his girlfriend Yumi Ishiyama," Summer fell back in the chair and fainted.

Odd turned off the television and tried to awaken his unconcious wife when the phone rang inside. He didn't want to leave her like this, so he called for the housekeeper, "Esmerelda?" and in the blink of an eye the plump Spanish maid came from the back door and relieved Odd of his wife while he dashed inside to answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Tell me you just saw that on television too!" A frantic woman began on the other end of the line. It was Aelita, his pleasent friend who they'd rescured from Lyoko, but now she seemed more preoccupied than pleasent, "What do you think this means?" Odd wasn't sure how to respond to that question, "Jeremie's been gome for three days now and I can't get ahold of him, Sierra and Ulrich haven't responded to my texts all day, and I think people are watching me."

Odd seemed somewhat distracted by that last statement, "People are watching you?" he said in a low and ominious voice as he looked out back to see Esmerelda and the still unconcious Summer in the same places.

Aelita seemed to have an uneasy tone when she began to say, "Ever since the fire there has been a black van parked across the street from our apartment," This made Odd feel uneasy, "It doesn't move- ever... unless I go out," She seemed to be almost panicky, "I'm scared Odd," she finished with a slight whisper.

Odd was now trying to devise some type of stategy, "Aelita, you should just be really careful we'll see you at the funeral until then stay safe."