CHAPTER TWO

WHEN Bo finally regained consciousness, she realized three things. One was that the Kitsune was long gone; two, her head was pounding, and lastly, the Dark Fae were beginning to really piss her off.

After picking herself up from the ground, she decided it was best to go home, get an aspirin, and enlist Kenzi's help. She couldn't tell Trick, Hale or Dyson that the Kitsune escaped from her just yet. She could almost hear them lecturing her about how they told her Kistunes were tricksters and to be very cautious. Regardless, it didn't matter now. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

She walked to the place where she parked her car, only to find it gone. "No," Bo said aloud to herself as she stood in the empty spot. "No, no, no."

"Looking for your car, miss?" Came a male's voice, causing Bo to look behind her.

"I parked it here an hour ago," Bo answered. She looked at the fifty-something year old balding man, who was dressed in a suit, point to a sign.

"This is a no park zone. Cars get towed here all the time."

Bo looked over to what he was pointing at. There indeed was a sign. She tried to rack through her already sore brain to see if she could remember seeing it earlier, and how she could have been so stupid to miss it.

"Don't feel bad, miss. If it's any consolation, a lot of people miss that sign. The city should really make it bigger. Only people with passes can park on this street."

Bo smiled as the man left. At least the towing company's number was on the sign. She reached into her pocket to pull out her cellphone.

"Oh, you gotta be shitting me," Bo said as she noticed her cracked iPhone that must have broke when the Kitsune had knocked her to the ground. She tried to turn it on with no luck. Today was so not her day.

A subway, bus, and a ten minute walk later, Bo was happy to see the boarded up home Kenzi lovingly called, 'The Crack-Shack."

"Kenzi?" Bo shouted as she stepped through the door. "I'm home." There was no response, and as Bo made her way further into her home, she could feel something was not right. That 'something' was about twenty people, whom she didn't know, on the floor with used up blankets.

Her eyes widened in horror as she noticed her stuff was gone too. "Kenzi!" She shouted again, worried about her friend. She made her way past some of the people on the ground.

'Did Kenzi say she was having friends come over? Does she know her friends took all our stuff?' Bo thought, as she looked frantically for the small, black-haired girl who she adopted as her little sister.

"Who the hell are you?" A lean man, with dirty hair, brown eyes, and sores all over his face and arms, said as he stepped in front of Bo. She couldn't really make out his age, but she assumed he was younger than he looked.

"I should ask you the same question," Bo said defensively. "Where is Kenzi?"

"Who?" The man asked, and to Bo, he sounded genuinely confused.

"Kenzi," Bo repeated, and with her hand she showed him how tall her friend was while saying, "About this high. Skinny. Piercing blue eyes. Black hair."

The man snapped. "I don't know no Kenzi, lady. Now, get the hell outta my house!"

"Your house?" Bo remarked. "I live here."

"Tough," The man said before walking away. Bo was too in shock to even go after him.

'I need to find Kenzi,' Bo thought. 'I'll deal with these people after.' She started to head up the stairs, when another person started coughing, and it was the worst cough she had ever heard in her life, and it made her freeze in her tracks. It was then that she actually looked at all the people in her house. They all looked sick. Some were shaking, others were moaning. They were dirty, and there were sores on their body. Some of them were even clawing at their own skin.

Her attention then diverted over toward the basement door. There were three men who looked different than the others. They were clean, and had nice clothes. They were talking about something before they headed down into the basement. Her eyes widened in horror realizing what had happened to her house. Had she really been gone that long for people to come into her house and turn it into an actual crack-shack, or whatever the hell they were making down there?

She was now more determined to find Kenzi. She was just about to head up the stairs when she heard a loud bang from doors and windows being knocked down and broken, and people shouting, "This is the police! Put your hands where I can see them!"

The place became chaotic. Everyone jumped up from the floor at once, trying to flee. Bo couldn't see, but she was sure the police outnumbered the druggies. She watched as the police arrest everyone in the house.

Her attention shifted straight ahead, and a smile crossed her face as she saw Dyson and Hale approach her. "Oh thank god it's you two"-

But before she could finish her sentence, Dyson had grabbed her hard and turned her over, forcing her hands behind her back, as Hale went to arrest another person.

"What are you doing?" Bo asked, completely shocked.

"You're under arrest," Dyson said coldly.

"For what?"

"Selling, distributing, and using illegal drugs."

"What? Dyson, it's me."

Dyson didn't seem phased that she knew his name. "You have the right to remain silent..."

Bo heard Dyson continue to recite her rights as he dragged her to a waiting police car. The whole time she was thinking: 'What the hell is happening?'