IMPORTANT A/N- Hey guys! I'm back with the second chapter of The Hunt! In this chapter, you'll find out a whole lot more about the scavenger hunt, and go a little deeper as to how The Paranoid Game movie goes…and maybe even why Kim was afraid to see scary movies. Hope you enjoy this chapter, filled with some stronger Kick moments, and a huge plot twist that could make this quest harder for the gang than they've ever expected. I'd like to thank you guys SO MUCH for the amazing reviews just for the first chapter! You guys are amazing! I want to give a shout-out to TheWritingGames for giving me helpful suggestions on making this story even more successful! Expect a "guest star" appearance from her in this story really soon! Hope you all enjoy the second chapter of The Hunt!

KIM

You're a tough girl…you can do this.

You can do this, Kim.

You can do this, Kim.

With a heavy sigh, I hesitantly started strolling into the theatre room, where the words "The Paranoid Game-Theatre 4" displayed on the digital banner that hung on the ceiling. I wish my feet could be glued to the carpet, so that way, I wouldn't have to walk in. A massive swirl of fear circulated in my mind, thinking of all the possibilities that could happen if I did take the courage and watch the movie. According to people in school, The Paranoid Game was highlighted to be The Scariest Movie of The Year. How will that ever help me to forget about what happened…that night. The indistinct visions faintly blurred into my mind…giving me a distorted image of the things that took place that night…

The Man. The Screams. The Sirens.

The Gun.

I shivered and shook my head robustly, trying to get that horrifying vivid nightmare away from my head. Milton waltzed in the theatre room, hand in hand with Julie as she giggled to Milton's "jokes". Jerry walked in with that immature negligent look on his face, as he fixed his gaze on his date…which happened to be none other than Kelsey. Eddie followed behind Jerry, holding a giant bucket of popcorn and couldn't take his eyes off of the desperate girl that was actually willing to go out with Eddie…Stacey Wiseman. I could hear the loud booming from the room as the loud speakers echoed throughout the theatres, bringing a bit of stress to my ears. It's like I could already hear the frightened shrieks from the crowd as the movies creepily play, revealing images to keep me up at night. I could already picture the sweat beading down my temples as I wake up to a nightmare caused by the movie.

The nightmare caused by the man. The Screams. The Sirens. The Gun.

No.

I backed away slowly from the doors that I knew was awaiting my arrival…the visions from that night slowly appeared in my mind the memories growing flamboyant, the shrieks from that night slowly resonating in my ears, and the sound of the gun…slowly…

"KIM!"

I jerked my head up, at first seeing the face of that man, which caused me to scream. But when the intensity of the hallucination decreased, as I saw Jack's shocked face, as his eyes were occupied with worry.

"What?" I barked, with a crack in my voice. As the visions started growing unbalanced, I started taking heavy breaths. Jack took me by the arm, and led me to a bench, and made me sit down. The man…he's there…the screams…they're terrifying…the sirens…they're loud…the gun…it's pointed at me…

"Kim…breathe!" Jack yelled, causing people to stare. I took a deep breath, inhaling the oxygen, which caused the hyperventilation to deprive, much to my relief. I faced Jack, and gave him an apologetic look.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? What…what was that?" He asked.

"I can't watch that movie," I said, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry Jack. Just…go without me, I'll just wait outside."

"No, if you're not going, then I'm not going…" He said, putting a hand comfortingly on my shoulder. "Kim…what happened?"

See? I told you…he could instantly deduce what was wrong just with one piercing look in the eye. I faced him, and with those pleading eyes of his, I could tell he was never going to leave me alone…not without an answer. But how could I tell him this? I never spoke of that night…just recollecting the scene in my mind is causing me to hyperventilate. What happens if I physically tell someone? I might as well land up in the hospital, unconscious, and filled with regret for telling Jack…the story of why I can't watch scary movies anymore…or any movies.

Let's put it this way: After that night happened…I've been scarred for life.

Yes.

The Kimberly Crawford. Scarred.

I sighed, and once again stared into those eyes. "I don't want to talk about it." I said. "Please don't make me."

"Kim, it's okay you know you call tell me—."

"I know but it's not that I don't want to," I interrupted. "I just…I can't. It's a pretty intense story…if you hear it, you probably wouldn't want to watch the movie either. Look, just go to the movie. I'll be fine. I don't want to stop you from seeing it and enjoying yourself."

He laughed. "I'm not going to be enjoying it if you're not with me." I smiled.

"You just want to prove yourself right and win that bet." I said, playfully shoving him.

He laughed. "But seriously," His face grew serious. I looked at him. "I completely get that you don't want to tell me…some secrets are meant to be secrets." I could sense the hurt shedding out of his voice, causing me to feel a bit guilty. "But…you're going to have to overcome this fear sometime. And, I'm going to help you…and by helping you I mean making you face your fear. I'll be next to you the whole time." He got up and held out a hand. "I promise."

At first, I was going to say no. I was going to tell him "No, not in a million years would I ever step in a theatre, ever again." But that was when I looked at the hand. That was when I looked into those deep, dark, eyes and that was when his promise slapped me in the face. Sometimes this irritates me…how I'm always giving in to whatever he's saying. However this time…I felt like he actually had a point. If I want to end the hallucinations of the frightening man's face, the shrieks and sirens, and the metal gun out of my mind…I'm going to have to face it, sadly. But what if I cause a scene?

What if the same incident from that night happens again?

"I'll be next to you the whole time. I promise." I heard Jack's voice resound in my ears. That's when I knew I had to make the decision I know I'll regret.

I did it.

I grabbed the hand.

He smiled, and literally dragged my hand toward the movie theatre, causing me to laugh a bit. By the time we took our seats, the movie had already started with the ominous music eerily playing in the background of the movie. I kept darting my head around the theatre with haste and distress.

Is he there?

Is he listening?

All those thoughts whirled around in my head madly…when I felt a hand gingerly touch mine. I nearly jumped out of my seat, facing Jack as his hand was placed on top of mine. Even from the darkness, I could still see that kind smile plastered on his face, facing me with those kind eyes.

"It's okay, you're fine." He said. "Nothing's going to happen. Just watch the movie…and by the way…" He drew his face, closer to mine, and our faces centimeters apart. I could feel his long, deep breaths tickling my ears, as his mouth was close to it, like he was about to tell me a secret. "I think I'm calling the bet off." He hissed. I laughed, and smiled at Jack.

Just one look.

That was all it took for Jack to figure out what was going on with me.

I had to admit…I was relieved that the bet was off. Honestly… I didn't think I could've pulled off the bet. I definitely would've lost. Yeah…I'm admitting that.

Yeah, I know it's pretty Un-Crawford of me, right?

Well…every girl's got her soft side.

Even me.

I smiled at Jack, and did something I couldn't nearly picture myself doing. I rested my head on his shoulder, and watched the characters in the movie coming to life on the screen. I could feel his arm hesitantly, and daintily wrapped around me, which sent tingles down my spine, once again. I sighed…how I wish I could've told Jack the truth. But I just didn't know how to put it together. I didn't know how to tell him the nerve-binding story that changed my life forever. Luckily he hasn't bugged me about it…yet.

I sighed once more, and as I faced my fear to watch the stupid movie (which wasn't as bad as I expected) I realized something…why I'm probably never going to tell Jack. Why I'm probably never going to tell the world.

Why I'm probably never going to tell you.

Some mysteries are best left unsolved.

"Dang, this place is HUGE, man!" Jerry yelled gawking in awe at the Bobby Wasabi's Banquet Hall.

Can't argue with that.

A crystal chandelier twinkled throughout the entire Hall, which was three times as big as the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. Well, when Bobby said lunch was on him today, he was not kidding. An extensive table was covered in trays of all kinds of assorted foods, and a large chocolate fountain. A number of tables were spread throughout the area of the room, with fancy wine glasses were decoratively placed around the circular table. Large, architectural pillars were posted at each corner of the rectangular area. There were a number of people scattered around the room, making it a bit crowded, with a large rumble of noise echoing across the Hall. All were dressed in somewhat formal clothing…the women wearing silky frocks and the men wearing a tee shirt with a suit over it, making it formal with a hint of casual. I glanced at the boys, who simply wore a plain T-Shirt and jeans. I quickly glanced at my outfit. A casual, frilly dress with a cardigan. Exceptional…yet I still feeling like an outcast. I looked at Rudy, who was a replicate of the other men…a suit with a tee under it.

"It's like I'm in heaven." Eddie said, not taking his eyes of his Buffet table. I smirked at Eddie, but turned to Rudy, with an angry stare.

"Rudy!" I hissed. "Why didn't you tell us we were supposed to dress formal for this? We all look like idiots!"

"Hey, I thought you guys knew! It's called The First Meeting, not The First Barbecue!" I shot Rudy an icy glare, and kept looking at my ordinary, everyday dress that is nothing compared to the snobby girls (which quite honestly were not many) when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Jack, giving me an annoyed smile.

"You look fine, Kim. Don't care what these people think." He said, now turning his head back to the crowd. I smiled thankfully at the "compliment". "I think we look pretty good."

"Uh, no we don't." Milton argued. Jack gave Milton a "not-helping" look, which just made me smile. "I mean, I look formal as usual with my top-of-the-line sweater vests and such. But Jerry has a Falafel stain on his shirt. And Eddie has a food stain…pretty much everywhere."

"What?" Jerry said, taken aback by the irritable looks we've been giving him. "I pig out when I'm at Falafel Phil's. You know that. And Eddie…you really shouldn't be surprised." He looked at Eddie.

"Hey I—!" Eddie was about to argue, his mouth still wide open, but then he closed. "Eh, he's right…you really shouldn't be surprised." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help but give them a small smile. Jack laughed.

"Okay, well let's just find Bobby, get the rules, get the first clue, and be on our way." I said, still looking around to see if anyone was staring at us, with our somewhat sloppy and unceremonious attire. We all glanced over the crowd and saw that long-haired dress wearing freak that sometimes annoys us, but deep down loves standing on the stage. We walked over to Bobby Wasabi, and I tapped his shoulder. He turned around and ostentatiously spread his arms out wide in the air. His hair was tied into a ponytail, and rather wearing a Chinese Man-Dress, he wore a tuxedo, making me feel a bit more humiliated for not wearing something proper.

"Greetings my San Jose Bobby Wasabi dojo! I was uh…hoping to see you all dressed in pretty gowns and tuxedos but…well…" He said, looking at people to see if they were staring at us. I brought my eyes to the floor, in shame.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

"So, do you mind just giving us a print out of the notes or something? And the first clue?" Jack asked, backing me up. "We'd really like to—"

"Are you kidding?" Eddie wailed. "We gotta eat first!"

"Shut up, you toad!" Milton scolded. "So, Bobby…about that clue!"

"Oh, just give me moment…" Bobby said, showing a finger towards us. He took a wine glass and a fork and held it out towards us. "Now this is how you grab someone's attention…formally. Watch and learn from the Master of not just Martial Arts…but the master of Formal-ness." He fumbled on the last word, and brought the glass and fork together. He gave us a smile and took a deep breath.

"EVERYBODY LISTEN UP!" He screamed clanking the 2 utensils so harshly the glass starting cracking. We all covered our ears, in annoyance and frustration. Yeah…real mature Mr. Wasabi.

"Greetings!" He said, with that same joyful flip of his hair, and his arms held out so high. "Now, we have all gathered here today to discuss togetherabout the contest that you all have registered to. In search of my Miao Dao sword. Now remember, this sword is priceless with the Wasabi Code engraved on it, so it's very valuable, and if in the wrong hands…could lead to utter peril. Now, I'm going to let my agent Mr. Kevin Shi discuss about the details of the contest. But before I do that, I'd like you all to separate into your own groups, because right now…you look like a swarm of confused ants. I hate ants. Now, get into your groups all of you!" There was indistinct chattering, as the people in the room shuffled this way and that, causing us to bump into so many people as we were getting in our own spot away from Bobby, so he wouldn't have to break our eardrums once more. What was annoying me, was that I had to constantly say "excuse me" to everyone that ran into me.

Unfortunately, I missed one person.

I bumped into the person with haste, and fell to the ground. Pain shot through my arm, as I jabbed my elbow severely against the marble pillar.

Ouch.

The person helped me up…I could faintly hear the person saying "Oh, I'm so sorry!" repeatedly with a high but sweet as chocolate voice. It must have been a girl. I looked at the girl, giving her a reassuring smile that no hard feelings were made (however my arm was still in pain).

Although when I looked closely at the girl, my smile disappeared.

The girl had pin-straight thin brown hair that flew gracefully over her shoulders. Her eyes were a sea-blue color, spread out wide across her pale face, and she wore a silky navy-blue dress. I widened my eyes. This girl was familiar. I knew her. The second I laid eyes on her…the memories stirred back into my head. The memories of friendship.

It was none other than Grace Miller.

"Grace…what…what are you doing here?" I screamed.

"Kim? You're…? And this…? And you're a part of…?" Grace seemed to be at a loss for words. I folded my arms across my chest, demanding an explanation. Why she's here. Why she hasn't told me. And why she signed up for this contest.

"Forget about me! You know I'm part of the dojo!" I screamed. "I asked you a question…what are you doing here?" Harshness poured out of every word that I said. I don't think I've ever spoke to Grace in a tone as ruthless as that. She seemed to have been taken aback by the harshness of my words. But at the moment, I didn't care. Confusion, anger, and helplessness washed over me…which meant I wouldn't leave without a clear explanation.

"Kim, I didn't know how to tell you…I…" She began, with tears slightly building up in her eyes. I could feel myself soften up. This made me want to hug her, and tell her that it's okay…but I forced myself from doing that. No way am I ever going to forgive my own best friend for lying to me.

"My dad…he's a sensei, and we moved to Miami to open up Bobby's new dojo there. We went there to…compete in this competition."

"But why couldn't you just join our dojo?" I asked. Grace opened her mouth, as if she was about to say something, but then I heard the clinking of the fork and wine glass once more.

"Hey! The brunette navy-blue, and the blonde poorly-dressed!" Bobby screamed, pointing a finger in our direction. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed Bobby's fingers to where Grace and I were standing, already sorted out in groups. "Go to your groups where you belong! We need to keep it goin'!" I gave Grace a disdainful stare, and went to where Jack, Rudy and the rest were standing which as the last group in the line. When I came to cluster that was my group, I saw Rudy holding up the number "20" sign with all the guys holding plates that were covered in all sorts of foods.

"Kim…you okay? What happened?" Jack asked. Before I could answer, I heard Bobby's clinking again.

"SILENCE!" He shrieked. I rolled my eyes and faced Bobby. "Now please give your undivided attention to my agent, Mr. Kevin Shi!" The groups began applauding, even though they had no idea who this person was, as he triumphantly strolled onto the stage, giving Bobby a half-hearted hand shake, taking the microphone.

"Hello contestants!" He said, with a slight Chinese accent, but the American accent dominating. "If you noticed, I have handed your sensei a sign with a number on it. That is going to be your group's number. Remember the number! It's important!"

So that's what the "20" meant.

"Now, let's go over the contest rules," He held a long piece of paper, which seemed to have a lot of words portraying from the back. "Okay…so one of the main reasons that we have decided to set up this competition, or Hunt if you will, is to spring Bobby's career back in action. Somewhere in the world, I have hidden the sword, which I haven't even told Bobby, which as you can see, he is really upset about."

"I'm not upset!" Bobby stepped in arguing. "I just…don't like suspense, that's all."

"Anyways, in help with him getting more press, I've made the decision to make this a reality show, entitled 'Unleash the Warrior Hunt'. So, whatever you do, and wherever you go will be monitored by our fellow crew members. Remember…each group gets one cameraman, that's technically going to stalk your trip." Kevin said, smiling. I shook my head in disbelief. "Now, rules…no cheating. Absolutely no police investigating. And remember, this is your own work, so you aren't permitted to get help from others that haven't been enrolled in your dojo. However, the choice is yours to create alliances. But especially since this a hunt for the Miao Dao sword, here's my piece of advice: trust no one."

Trust no one…remember that…

Trust no one.

"Okay, and since you have chosen to partake in this…dangerous task, we will cover all the expenses you need. However, if we catch you fooling around with the money, you will automatically be disqualified." Mr. Shi's face was dead serious, causing chills to run up my body, making me regret making the decision to even do this. Especially because of the fact that I may even go head-to-head…with my best friend.

"Now, as you go and look for the clues, here's how it works. It's basically leading from one clue to the next. Sometimes it may be just a stanza. Sometimes it may be an object. If an object, there will be only one. If paper, there will be multiple. So finders keepers, losers weepers. You may have to go around the world for this…only the clues will tell. So keep your eye out, if other group members are involved in stealing it perhaps. If somebody in your group were to leave, or get out and not come back in 24 hours, you will automatically be disqualified. If you fall into our traps, and not come out of it in 24 hours, you are out. Have I made myself clear?" The groups nodded.

" Last thing I have to…ask you before I give you a chance to introduce yourselves, and we give you the first clue." He held the microphone so close to lips, and exhaled deeply, as if he was about to ask the most vital question in the world. "Are you in…or are you out?"

Honestly Mr. Shi…I don't know. This "quest" if you will, seemed like an exhilarating task, even though it is dangerous. But I didn't think it would be this precarious. I didn't think I would be up against twenty avaricious, ravenous dojos. And judging by the expressions on their faces, they didn't seem to friendly. And I didn't think I would be head-to-head with my own friend…Grace. Muffled voices rumbled throughout the crowd, as they discussed about the last minute decisions whether or not they still want to find the Miao Dao sword.

"Pfft…we don't need confirmation! We already know, we are so in!" Rudy said, with an unconfident laugh. "But I'm just making sure. Milton…you in?"

"Oh yeah! Let's get this party started!" Milton said, doing a little dance.

"Jerry and Eddie, are you both in?"

"Yup!" They both said in unison, high-fiving eachother for reassurance. Rudy smiled and turned his giddy face to Jack.

"Jack, what about you?" He asked. "You in?"

"Try and stop me." Jack smiled. And Rudy yet again, approaches me last, putting so much weightage on my one-word answer.

"Kim…eh?" Rudy said, giving me a playful nudge. However, I didn't show a hint of a smile. I was speechless. I tried to open my mouth, hoping a "yes" would breath out…but it didn't. I couldn't. "I…I…" was all that came out. I looked at Grace's group, and all she gave me was a wide-eyed gape. Without even answering, with quick, heavy breaths, I ran out of the room, so I wouldn't have to face Rudy. I could hear Jack call me several times, but I continued to run. That's right.

The Kim Crawford couldn't compete in a deadly game with her best friend.

As Kim ran out the door, hundreds of pairs of eyes started fixing their gaze on her, with confused murmuring. Grace was one of them. How badly she had wanted to explain Kim everything. Why she had to move to Miami. Why she enrolled in a dojo against hers. Why her father is a sensei.

Why she had lied to Kim.

Grace saw Kim's dojo members eyeballing her…Jack started running towards the door, in the direction of where Kim was running constantly yelling her name. Grace knew she had to go, and she had to tell her everything. Before she could leave, a short, blonde-haired man approached their group…which happened to be Kim's sensei, as far as Grace knew. He had a bemused look on his face as he laid eyes on Grace's father…also known as her sensei.

"Eric?" Rudy said, with anger creasing in his voice. "Well…didn't think you'd show up for this!"

"How can I not?" Grace's dad said in a rather calm tone. "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Well, may the best win. With my daughter, and my black belt boys' right here, you've got some serious competition, my dear old high school nemesis." Rudy gave a mimicked glare.

"Well, we got some pretty tough hardcore people ourselves, Miller! Unlike you when you were in the ninth grade! Oh, beating you was a lot of fun!" Rudy said, trying to look tough in front of a man who was twice his size. However, Grace honestly saw it as an epic fail.

"Oh, like the Blondie that fled the Banquet Hall in tears? Yeah…real tough kids you got. And by the way…I beat you up twenty times in high school, and you've…only beaten me once." Eric said with a sly smile. Again Rudy gave a mocking stare, and left keeping pointing two fingers to Grace's dad's eyes…beckoning that he's "watching" him.

Grace couldn't take it no longer. A guilty feeling covered her like a blanket, and lumps started forming in her throat. Tears started filling up in her eyes. She started running to the exit doors of the Hall to talk to Kim.

When her dad caught her arm.

"Dad," She chocked. "I really need to talk to Kim. Please, Dad."

"If you love me, and if you want our Bobby Wasabi dojo to be number one, then you won't go to her…you'll leave her be." He hissed in her ear. The grip that Eric had on Grace's hand slightly softened. Grace quickly wiped the tears from her eyes.

And reluctantly, Grace Miller backed away from the exit, feared that her friendship with Kim Crawford might be at stake.

JACK

"Kim! Wait!" I screamed, as she continued sprinting at a high speed. Luckily, she finally stopped and faced me, with a puffed up face as her burning red cheeks distinguished with her water filled eyes. We ended up standing face-to-face in the hallway, where it was gloomy and quiet. I put an arm comfortingly on her shoulder, but she just wiped her eyes quickly. I couldn't bear see Kim like this…so confused, and so lost. First it was last night with the ambiguous screams and hyperventilating, and now this? Very, very un-Crawford like. But that's still one of the things I love about her.

Scratch that last part. Please. It's not what you think. I'm not getting in the denial moment. It puts me in a state where I can't think straight.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I can't compete in that thing. Not anymore. I'm sorry…I quit." She said walking out. Instead I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"What are you talking about? Why'd you change your mind?" I asked, with a little harshness.

"I…Grace…she's competing in this." She admitted, wiping more tears from her eyes. I softened my eyes, and did nothing but stare at her.

"She is? How?" I asked.

"She told me that her dad is a sensei, and she moved there to compete in this…against us. But…I can't go head to head with my friend, and watch her…get hurt." She whimpered.

"She lied to you, didn't she?" I said. She looked up, and nodded. "Then…she's not a friend, Kim. You, especially deserve a better friend than that."

"But just because she's probably not my friend anymore…doesn't mean I can't be a friend." She said.

"If you want a summer adventure, you're going to have to face this, instead of run away from it…it's not going to help you in any way…the only person that's going to gain the satisfaction…is Grace." I said. "We're going to figure out the clues together. We're going to beat her together. And we're going to have the best summer ever…together." And before I could say anything else, she flung her arms around me, and squeezed me tight, which caused my cheeks to slightly heat up. I smiled and I hugged her back. I couldn't help but feeling…actually happy that she was hugging me.

Don't get in the moment Jack, don't get in the moment Jack…

"Thank you," She said softly. She released her arms and wiped her eyes once more. And she smiled, which ultimately caused me to smile.

"So, are you going to do it?" I asked.

"Yeah…looks like it." She sighed. I gestured towards the door, and she followed me into the Banquet Hall. As I flung the doors open, hundreds of pairs of eyes strolled along to us, fixing their gaze on us. Being the confident Kim she was, she sauntered off to where Rudy and the rest were, and she gave Rudy a half-hearted smile.

"Let's do it." She said. They all smiled, giving her inaudible "thank-you's" which made me laugh a bit.

"Alright, so #19, from Texas…" Kevin said, giving them a polite smile. "Would you like to stay, or back out? Remember this is the last chance to call it quits. So far, none of the teams have gone out. What will dojo number 19 say? Oh, pressures are rising, drama is rapidly—"

"Uh Kevin, you know that they're not actually recording this and broadcasting it…right?" Bobby stepped in. I could see Mr. Shi's face go a bit red, which made me chuckle.

"Uh, pfft, of course I knew that, I was just…" He said, his voice trailing off. I could tell he was trying to make an excuse, but nothing coming out. "So, number 19, yes or no?" He asked, changing the subject. I shook my head in disbelief.

"You bet your sweet corn I do!" The sensei said in somewhat of a southern accent. The dojo members cheered, high fiving their sensei.

"Okay then…so lastly number 20 from our hometown here in San Jose, California…are you in or out? Once again…there's no going back. This may be your last chance to back out." I looked at Kim who still had a feared, unconfident look on her face. She darted her eyes towards me, and I nodded with confirmation. She nodded to Rudy. Rudy looked at all of us.

We all nodded. All five of us.

"Yep…we're in! We're totally macho tough!" He said, eyeing one of the sensei's in the groups. I looked at the sensei and saw Grace giving us a stunned look.

So she is here. Competing with us. Great.

"Then it's settled!" Kevin yelled gleefully, spreading his arms out wide in the air. "Now my assistants will hand you all, the first clue. I wish you all the best of luck. The countdown to the 21 days will begin tomorrow. But we are giving you the first clue in advance to help plan accordingly. Now, from tomorrow onwards, you will be given someone that will come along with you to your travels, taping and recording you. So, remember…everything you do or say is public. So best of luck…and May the force be with you." The audience clapped accordingly, as 20 men in black pinstripe suits assembled in front of each group, showing the sensei's a giant manila envelope. Like robots, the pinstripe assistants handed the sensei's the envelope simultaneously, and Rudy eagerly tore the manila envelope open to reveal the clue.

"What's inside, what's inside?" Jerry eagerly shrilled, like a little kid. "Hurry up!"

"What do you think is in there, stupid?" Milton scolded. Jerry rolled his eyes.

"This is so exciting!" Eddie said cheerfully. "First stop...Chinese food!"

"Okay, so we got the contest rules in here, some paperwork that I believe needs signing, blah, blah, blah…" Rudy kept shifting through the envelope. "Ah! Here it is!" He pulled out a white colored index hard that was about half the size of regular paper. We curiously huddled around it, reading the first clue that was going to start our hunt.

"Whoa…" Kim said, as she skimmed her brown eyes through the card.

On the index card it read…

In this place, we are richly worshipped.

Stars glisten in the sky, as dragons soar through the ground.

Lamps fill the air, however these stores you must beware.

For in the shop with the wings, I will be there.

Nothing.

All we did was exchange glances.

Confused glances.

This Hunt was going to be harder than I've ever imagined.

A/N-Whoa. Haha, hope you all enjoyed the second chapter! Okay, let's have a recap. The reason why I created the first scene where they're at the movie theatres, is because I wanted to give you a little…background to Kim's very first fear that haunts her…a secret that's going to impact later in this story. And you basically see Kim's "soft" side in that part, too. But don't worry…this chapter wasn't as humorous, so I'm going to try and make it funny next time! So, that was my reason behind writing that. Also, I hope you liked the plot twist! Turns out Grace is competing AGAINST Kim! Will the hunt for the Miao Dao sword have a happy ending? Looks like you're just going to have to wait and see! REVIEW! Thanks so much for the support! Chapter 3 is on the way!

Peace and Love,

~Taylor