This is the chapter where the rest of the soon to be 'flock' get TAKEN!

Disclaimer- I. Am. James. Patterson. (wait a second? I think I forgot a word…)

Fang POV

I rolled my eyes at the unconscious body that thought he could take me while the crowd cheered. I am the only undefeated mixed-martial-arts fighter from my school (seriously, 'concerned parents' haven't shut it down yet in my school district), Southern High.

"Fang! Fang! FANG!" the people shouted from the stands. I hate this attention, the noise, but it's a good way to let out all of my anger without getting in trouble with the school administrators.

My helper guy, Adam, threw me a towel and a water bottle. I caught them, threw the towel over my shoulder and took a big gulp of water.

I walked into the bathroom, ready to get out of here, and crawled out of one of the windows.

I felt my ankle twist as I jumped down (the windows were set around 10 feet off the ground) and ignored the pain, just like I did in my fights.

A big modely-looking guy that girls would probably swoon over stepped out of the area behind the school. I felt my paranoia soar.

"Hello, Fang," he said with a look of superiority.

I got pissed after that. "Hello, person who's name I don't know, why are you stalking me?"

He smiled like a predator. "You're perfect, Dr. Batchelder needs specimen like you."

Pedophile! "I know I am a special man, but not a specimen." And with that, I threw a snap kick at him, which had him wheezing, and, going with the momentum from the snap kick, I round-housed him in the ear, causing it to bleed.

He was over it fast, though, and threw a hook punch to my jaw, hard enough to break it if I hadn't ducked in time. He went with the momentum of his punch, just like me with the kick, and round-housed me in the nose. I heard it break.

Fortunately, I do bare-hand fighting, and had a broken nose many times, so I just popped it back in, but the blood tasted pretty bad.

I didn't even see it coming, he threw a ridge-hand at my right temple, and landed it perfectly, with tremendous impact.

And I was out cold on the sidewalk.

Iggy POV

A new transfer student was in all of my classes. So far she hated Fairway High as much as me (and everyone else).

She was also signed up for my after school cooking class. This was the only thing I did like.

Me and my friends all lived in the same neighborhood, different subdivisions, but the new kid lived in mine. We talked the whole way home (the school didn't have a late bus and were chill about walking home after, like, 5:00) and split up to go to our separate subdivisions. The new girl (Natalie) lived in a house next to mine, and invited me over to 'watch a movie or something'.

We walked in. "So," I said, I wrinkled my nose, "what's that smell?"

She was digging around in her pantry. "I don't know, new home smell?"

I started to get a little faint and fell to the ground, sprawled out.

She stepped over me and waved her hand as if saying 'goodbye'. "Night, night, Iggy."

Gazzy POV

I held Angel's hand as we skipped to our moms car.

I saw it parked out in the middle of the lot, a silver Corolla '08. The trunk popped open, just like it usually did when we left Indigo Elementary School. Angel threw in her Disney Princess backpack at the same time I threw in my Power Rangers (love that show!) one.

She giggled and opened the door to 'her side' of the car behind the drivers seat. I preferred the backseat behind the passengers side.

I jumped up on the bumper and noticed mom's license plates were missing. I shrugged it off and grabbed the top ridge of the trunk, jumping down and pulling it with me to close it.

I got in my seat and saw someone sitting up front other than mom, who wouldn't turn around. She always turns around.

I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around really fast, grabbing my wrist.

This isn't my mom.

Angel started screaming her six-year-old head off when she saw it wasn't our mom, which is when mom 2 pulled me up front (I was only 45 lbs… what? I'm 8) and started tying me up with rope, while mysterious person got Angel.

Angel was still screaming, and I felt tears of frustration leak out, I needed to help her. Fake mom had me in an iron grip and her partner kicked Angel in the head, and she fell asleep.

Fake mom threw me back there then and started the car, accelerating (just pretend 8 year olds know that word) it really fast, and sped off.

Nudge POV (I'm doing her last because this one's at night, not right after school, just pretend that Nudge is 14, like the rest of the older kids)

I was at my first high school party of my first year in high school. Eep! It was being hosted by this guy I talk to in my Spanish Class who's parents who were out of time.

I got some of the punch and it tasted weird, but in a good way. I got like, 5 glasses of it and danced a lot. I noticed that most of the people dancing were punch drinkers. I wonder why?

It was awesome punch, and I was starting to get dizzy, probably from dehydration. Since that was the case, I got another cup of punch, and then felt the urge to puke.

I ran to the bathroom, thankfully it was open, and there was so much, I think I puked out more than my guts.

I blacked out over the toilet after I heard someone walk in.

Sorry about the varying lengths of kidnappings. Fangs I wrote earlier when I wasn't tired, so that's why that's so long. Iggy's was the first I wrote after my whole 'tiredness' started. Gazzy's is long because its his and Angel's at the same time. Nudge's is so short because I just want to go to bed.