A/N: Hello again! (Here I go again with the Author's Notes…) Here's the second chapter to this Halloween-themed Home Alone story, A Home Alone Halloween. Please let me know what you think, as this will be the first of two Home Alone stories I'll be posting this year! Now, nevermind this Author's Note; just go ahead and read Chapter 2 of this story! :D

Chapter 2: Halloween Tricks

Kevin's PoV:

As soon as last year's burglar greets me with his signature "hi there, little pal", while giving me that same smirk I know, I start to back away, slowly. "What are you doing out here alone on Halloween? Trick or Treating by yourself?" the meaner burglar asks.

"I… I… Uh…"

"Now, come on, don't be shy, kid. Just answer the question," the not-as-scary burglar speaks to me from the passenger seat.

As terrified as I am, since I'm truthfully out here alone, I try to lie my way out of this situation. I start by saying, while trying not to stutter, "I'm… I'm not out here alone,"

"Oh, really?" I can already tell that the burglar, who I found out last year is named Harry, doesn't believe me.

"Yes! My siblings are just right down the street there!" I point to the direction of where my brother and sisters disappeared to.

"Well, if that's really true, then why are you out here by yourself?" Harry's trying to sound sympathetic, but I don't trust his tone.

"We had an argument," I'm trying to be truthful. Who knows? Maybe they'll go away?

"About what, little buddy?" the one, who I found out is named Marv last year, asks me from the passenger seat. I'm only able to see the dark figure of his body. Considering how there's streetlights and lights from the neighbouring houses, I'm still really only able to see Harry, who's closer to me.

"I kept complaining I was cold…" I admit, before hiding my face in the collar of my coat, once again.

"Well, if you're cold, little pal, then you're welcome to warm up in here with us," Harry's smirk nevers disappears, even when he makes that offer. Of course, that's only going to make me trust him even less.

"Harry!" hisses Marv.

"Shut up, Marv!" Harry quickly whips his head toward Marv, while hissing at him. He turns his head back to me, with his smile returning.

"Umm…" I know better than to go into any stranger's vehicle, but I especially don't trust these two jerks! Considering how they discovered how smart I actually am last year, I'm surprised Harry would even make an offer like that. "No, thank you… My house is literally right up the road…" Even though they, especially Marv, can't see it, I slightly point my finger toward the direction of my house, while still holding my bag of goodies in the same hand.

"Oh, we were just there," When Harry says that to me, my eyes widen again. "It seemed as though nobody was home, until your kitchen light turned on. Who's there?"

"My brother," I answer.

I might as well be truthful, because if I told them any different, then: A. They might try to break into my house again. B. If they figured I was there alone, then they might try to harm me, in some way.

"Your brother, huh?" It seems as though Harry doesn't believe me.

"Yes!" I don't know why, but my voice rises. "My brother, Buzz, is there, because he's too old for Trick or Treating!" I'm feeling almost desperate to discourage these two bandits from doing anything with me or my house. It also doesn't help that I'm freezing out here!

"Buzz, huh?" Harry sounds like he's believing me even less…

"That's what we call him!" I exasperate.

"Alright, alright… I believe you," He raises his hand, as he quickly faces forward. Though, I don't believe his tone.

I don't know why, but I feel like I should ask this, "Can I go home now?"

"Who's stopping you?" Harry's hand is now lowered, and he's now looking back at me again.

"I… I just thought…"

"Go on. Go home, kid," Harry aims his thumb back behind his head, pointing towards my house. "We have no use with talking to you, anyway. If your house isn't going to be empty, then we have no use to be there, now, do we?"

"I… I don't know… I guess not…" is all I manage to say.

"Go on! Get out of here!" he shouts at me, startling me to back away from the vehicle even further, before I drop my candy bag and finally start running for my life toward the direction of my house. I hear Harry shout out his van window, "Maybe we'll run into your siblings on our way to our next stop! I'll be sure to say 'hello'!" Though, I just ignore what he says and keep on running…

I keep running, with the cold air pressing against my face. My mind is completely focused on just going back home. I just hope those two bandits leave me be, and continue to go about their business. Even if they were to run into my siblings, I don't think they'd be able to recognize them, considering how Harry was the only one to see almost the entirety of my family, when he came to check out our house last year. Though, he wouldn't know who my siblings would be, and who my cousins would be. Also, even if they did see my siblings, considering how they're in costumes and coats, it'd be hard to recognize them. Then again, they recognized me, didn't they?

I know I'm just a few houses down from finally returning home—no matter if Buzz is there or not, because I really don't want to deal with last year's burglars—when I hear the sound of a slow-moving vehicle gaining up on me. Feeling fearful, I freeze in my tracks. I know I should keep on running, but I'm too frozen with fear to continue.

I slowly turn my head to look behind me, and I see that the windowless white van of the bandits is slowly gaining on me. I won't let them catch me; I take this chance to run. Though, as I start to run again, the vehicle starts to speed up a little bit, as it seems to be chasing after me. I don't know if they're just trying to scare me or if they're legitimately trying to catch me.

I look up ahead, seeing that my house is next in the row of houses on this street. I just hope I'm lucky enough to make it there. If Harry and Marv were to catch me, when I'm not far from home, that would be bad luck, on my part. Even though it's cold outside, I have to run as fast as I can, so as to get away from the protruding white vehicle.

As I'm about ready to cross the road, over to my house, I hear Harry shout out his window, "Hey, come on, kid! No need to run away from us! We're just trying to scare you!" Though, I pay no mind to him, and I just continue to run over to the direction of my house.

As soon as I make it onto the sidewalk in front of my house, I hear the van screech to a stop. I become even more nervous, as I think that I'll be caught by these two burglars. I know I'm right about them wanting to catch me, because I hear their van doors open and shut as soon as they're out of the vehicle.

As fast as I can, I try to make it up to the front door of my house, as I incessantly pound on it, hoping Buzz will let me in. Though, the two men are running up the sidewalk, almost up to me, when I start shouting, "Help! Buzz! Let me in!"

As much as I try to grab Buzz's attention, by banging on the door and shouting, as expected, he doesn't come to my rescue. He probably has that stupid Arachnophobia movie turned up way louder than it should be.

Just as Harry and Marv are about to grab me, I decide that it's not time to give up yet, so I jump over the railing of the front porch into the small, now-dead garden in front of the house. If I hope to get away, I should try more than just the front door to get to safety. For now, the final two options are one of the two backdoors.

As I try to run to the back of the house—my breath, already becoming hard to catch—I see that the kitchen light is turned on. Assuming that Buzz is hopefully in the kitchen, I race for the door as fast as I can. I know the two burglars haven't given up on me yet, considering how I'm now on my own property.

So, knowing that, I proceed to bang on the door, trying to open it. Though, I'm unable to receive an answer. Either Buzz doesn't hear me, he's ignoring me, or he's just not in the kitchen. Even if the movie is turned up loud, if he's in the kitchen, he should still be able to hear me.

Becoming desperate, as I hear the footsteps of the two men protruding closer, I quickly look down at the bottom of the door, fastly forming an idea, when I see the doggy door. Our dog, Scout, died shortly after the Spring started last year, and yet his doggy door still remains.

"Where are you, you little creep?!" I hear the same shouting coming voice from Harry as I did last year. I have to do this idea now! It's now or never!

Quickly going down onto my knees, I stick my head through the doggy door. Unfortunately, I'm not small enough to fit through, considering my small size. Though, that's not stopping me from still trying to grab Buzz's attention.

From here, I see Buzz, relaxing in the living room, still watching that horror movie. It's now or never to do this, because I know the two bad guys are right there! So, I shout, "Buzz! Buzz! Help me!" Either he ignores me or doesn't hear me, so I try again, "Please! Buzz! Help me!"

Though, my attempts fall as useless, because sooner than I know it, the two men from last year finally catch up to me. I'm forced out from the doggy door, by what feels like Harry's hands, since he's stronger.

"Got you, you little fucker…" is all I hear through Harry's gritted teeth, as he has ahold of me by my feet.

As soon as I'm back out onto the little bit of concrete that's on the ground in front of the kitchen door, I see the two burglars, looking down at me, with angry smirks on their faces. I know now that I'm in trouble…

Buzz's PoV:

I don't know if it's my imagination or not, but I faintly hear shouting coming from outside, out back. The movie has been taking over pretty much every other sound, but I'm sure I heard shouting right at the backdoor. I swear, it was almost in the kitchen...

I look over to the kitchen, which still has the light on. I'm about to shrug it off that I even heard anything—try to convince myself that it was just my imagination on Halloween—until I hear someone, a kid, shout, "Help!" Though, the sound is quickly cut off, and something tells me that I need to see what's out back... now.

I run for the backdoor, and as soon as I'm outside, I don't see anything, except for the neighbouring houses in this dark Halloween night. I'm wanting to go back inside, because of how cold it is out here. That's one reason why I didn't want to go Trick or Treating tonight. Kevin and the others are absolutely insane, while I'm inside a nice, warm, cozy house.

As I'm about to go back inside and shut the door, I hear what I for sure isn't my imagination, calling out, "Help! Buzz!" I know whose voice that belongs to: Kevin.

My eyes widen, as I rush out of the house, not even thinking that I'm still in my stocking feet, when I hear my little brother calling for me again. When I make it to the side of the house, I see two men—one big with a toque, and one thin with curly hair—pulling my brother across the frosted ground, with a hand over his mouth. He's struggling to break free, but I know just how weak Kevin actually is.

It seems as though Kevin sees me, because he stalls his struggling. His eyes widen, when I believe he shouts, "Buzz! Buzz! Help!"

"Kevin!" I shout, finally getting out of my trance, as I try to run after my brother and the two men, who have him...

Kevin's PoV:

I never thought I'd see the day, when I'd see Buzz chasing after me, to save me from two burglars, who seem to be now kidnappers. Though, it's happening, because he chases after me, shouting, "Kevin!"

This makes the two now-kidnappers jump, startled. Harry looks back, seeing Buzz chasing after them. "Ah, shit... Come on, Marv!" Harry panics, as he starts running a little faster toward the van. I see that Marv quickly looks behind him, seeing that my brother still hasn't retreated from trying to save me.

Harry and Marv finally make it to the back of the van, when they open the backdoors and chuck me inside, causing me to make contact with the steel floor of the vehicle. The van is still empty, meaning that Harry and Marv were planning on targeting my house first; probably out of revenge for last year.

"Kevin!" I'm still able to hear my brother shout. Considering how all this is happening, it seems as though Buzz has never run so slowly in his life. I guess, in my desperate situation, he's not fast enough.

"Come on, Marv! Let's go!"

I can tell that Harry is out of breath, just by the way he's talking to Marv, even though he's still panicked. The van doors are slammed shut, and it isn't long before the two men, who are now kidnappers, enter the front of the vehicle, leaving me unable to do anything to save myself...

Buzz's PoV:

Before I'm even able to reach the van, it pulls away, with my little brother tossed in the back. "Shit!" I curse to myself, as I kick the ground with my stocking foot. I'm too worried about my brother right now to even think about the pain.

Since the front door is locked, I rush back inside the house through the backdoor. I regret the decision of unplugging the phone, because just me plugging it back in is a few extra seconds added on to how far the kidnappers can go.

Still trying to keep it together, I pick up the phone, dialing Dad's cellphone. I receive an answer on the opposite end, which is, "Hello?" It's Dad's voice.

"Dad? Yeah, hi. It's Buzz..." I'm still trying to keep it together, as I try to explain to him what happened.

"Buzz, what's going on?" Dad's instantly worried, because it's not very often he hears me worried.

"It's... It's Kevin..."

"What's the matter? Is he hurt?"

"I hope not..."

"What do you mean?"

I try to hold back the tears, as I try to explain, "It was all my fault... If only I hadn't kept the TV so loud..."

"Buzz, what happened?" I can hear the worry in Dad's voice.

"I... I should've let him in, but I didn't hear him..."

"Buzz! Would you just get to the point?!" Dad becomes agitated.

"Two men took Kevin, and there was nothing I could do..." As soon as I tell Dad that, I hear nothing but total silence on the opposite end...

Kevin's PoV:

A few seconds after we're in motion, I finally gather my mind back together, so that I can try to get myself out of here. Since the two men left my arms and legs free, I take the chance to stand up. Once I'm standing, I try to keep my balance, considering how this is a bumpy ride. They're trying to speed away, before it's discovered that I've been abducted by them. I just hope they don't run down any kids, since it is, after all, Halloween.

Considering how rushed and panicked I was to get away from Harry and Marv, I completely forgot that it was even Halloween. I even completely forgot I had on my costume! I even dropped my bag of candy on the sidewalk, so that I could get away faster. Some kid will be lucky. Luckier than me, that is...

Knowing that I've been kidnapped on Halloween is more heartbreaking than being kidnapped on any other day, since Halloween is one of my favourite times of the year. Though, it'd be even more heartbreaking, if it was on Christmas, since Christmas is my favourite holiday!

Now that I'm standing, I take this chance to head to the backdoors as quickly, but as discreetly as possible. Though, it's hard to be discreet, when Harry hits a hard enough bump to send me flying towards the doors. I try to hold in the gasp, when my hands make painful contact with the doors.

I was hoping that they would fly open, but it's just my luck that they don't. I quickly look behind me, toward the front of the van, seeing that Harry and Marv haven't seemed to notice. At least, I don't think they noticed...

The doors must have a latch on them, but it's too dark back here to see. So, my only option is to feel around with my hands. I have mittens on, but that doesn't stop me from trying to feel around. As I'm feeling around, it seems as though I finally do find something—a latch for one of the doors! I feel the opposite door, and it seems as though that door has the same latch, too!

I grow hopeful, because I know now that I'll be able to escape! Considering how I got these two bandits last year, they're not going to be able to get me this year! Also, considering how they know how I am, I'm surprised they willingly left me untied. I guess they're just testing me... Maybe they know I'm trying to escape? It doesn't matter right now. I have to focus on getting out of here.

As soon as I push the one latch, I feel, and even hear, the left door open. My hope grows even more, as I try to push open the door. Though, my fear grows pretty quickly again, when I hear, "Hey! What are you doing back there?!"

I'm too afraid, that I don't answer. They hear commotion back here, so there's no time to stall, by freezing out of fear. "Hey, Harry! He's trying to escape!" My gut instantly drops, when I hear that.

"Oh, for fuck sakes!" I hear the hot-headed burglar shout, before I feel the van pull over to the side of the road, jerking me to the side of the vehicle. Though, I hang on to the latch, for dear life, which causes the door to shut again. "Get back here, you little moron..." Harry doesn't shout at me, but I can tell he's angry. So, before he's able to catch me, I push the latch again, reopening the backdoor.

Once I successfully reopen the backdoor, I jump down from the van and run for my life back to the direction of my house. I didn't wait too long to try my escape, so we shouldn't be too far away from it. Though, instead of focusing on my thoughts of getting back home, I should focus on trying to find someone to help me, because it is Halloween, after all.

"Get back here, you little jerk!" I hear Harry shout for me.

I'm too afraid to look behind me, but I do, anyway. When I quickly glance behind me, I see that the man, who's probably in his late forties, actually hot on my tail. I continue to look forward, hoping to run into somebody soon, because that's all I can do, besides shout for help...

Kate's PoV:

"Jesus Christ... Are you sure?" Those are the words I hear Peter say, when he speaks into the phone. I'm feeling terrified, just by the look on Peter's face, even though I don't know what's wrong. I try to strut closer to my husband, so I can clearly hear what's happening, because of the noise at this party.

I don't know if I want to know, but I ask, anyway, "Peter, what's wrong?"

He doesn't answer me, because he continues speaking, or should I say, shouting, to whoever he has on the phone, "Well then, call the police, dammit!"

As soon as Peter says the word "police", I become numb all over. "Peter... What... What happened?"

He smacks his phone shut, clearly trying to hold in a rage. He rests his face in his hand, before breathing out the words, "Someone's taken Kevin..."

Buzz's PoV:

After I hang up the phone with Dad, in a panic, I dial "911" into the number keypad on the phone. I should've called the police first, but I was in too much of a panic. Even though 911 Operators are supposed to be fast responders, it seems to take forever for this one to respond, but one finally does, "911. What is your emergency?"

"Yes! My brother, Kevin McCallister, was kidnapped by two men no more than a few minutes ago!"

"Alright. Did you see what the two men looked like? Was there a vehicle?"

"I couldn't see their faces, but one was a bigger man with a toque, and the other was skinnier with curly hair. It was too dark, so I can't give much description. I know they were wearing cloaks, though,"

"Alright. What about the vehicle? Was there a vehicle?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah," I answer, still trying to keep my state of mind. "It was a windowless white van. I couldn't get a license plate. A windowless white van was all I could see."

"OK. Can you give me a description of your brother? How old is he?"

"He's eight years old, with blond hair. He's small, and wearing a Devil's costume," Oh, god. This is Halloween, isn't it? A lot of boys will probably be wearing a Devil's costume...

"Alright. The police have already been dispatched. Your location is in Winnetka, right?"

"That's right,"

"Can you give me your address please?" I give the woman on the opposite end our address. "Alright. Don't worry, since this call is coming from Winnetka, it shouldn't be long, before police see a speeding windowless white van. I'm assuming it was speeding, correct?"

I try to think back to the incident. As soon as the two men got back into their vehicle after tossing Kevin into the back, the van did, indeed, speed off. "Uh, yes. Yes, it did..."

"Well, considering how it's Halloween night, it'll be pretty unusual for a vehicle to speeding, when it should be going slow, because of Trick or Treaters. Don't worry, your brother will be found soon. But, I just have one more question,"

"What?"

"Where did this happen? At your house?"

"Yes. For some reason, I guess Kevin came back home, and I didn't realize he did. I guess it was because those two men were chasing after him. Though, I don't understand where my other siblings could be, because he was supposed to be with them,"

"Alright. Just keep calm. The police are already searching for the vehicle now. And, don't worry, someone will be over shortly. Do your parents know about this?"

"Yes. Out of panic, I called them first, instead of you..."

"Well, don't fret about it too much; I'm sure your parents have called 911, before you even did,"

"I sure hope you're right..."

"I am. Just relax. Someone will be there soon,"

"OK. Thanks," is all I reply to the 911 Operator on the opposite end.

"OK. Bye," We both hang up, and I'm just left standing here, wondering what's going to happen to my baby brother, if he's not found...

Kevin's PoV:

I continue running for dear life up my street in Winnetka. Considering how it's Halloween, I don't see anybody, not even my siblings, who can help me. "Get back here, you little jerk!" Harry just hasn't given up on me, and I don't intend to give up on running, either.

Even though I should save my lung capacity in this cold night air, I think it'd be best to shout, "Help! Somebody! Help me!" I really should've saved my breath, because the night air is starting to get to me.

Finally, I think I see a flickering light up ahead; probably from a flashlight. Seeing this light, just makes me want to run right for it, with all my energy. As I proceed to run closer to the flickering light, I see that the light belongs to someone walking out here. From here, it appears to be a lone Trick or Treater, because all's I see is a person, wearing a hood-like costume, and carrying that flickering light.

When I quickly glance behind me again, I see that Harry just hasn't given up on me yet. For a man his age, I half expected him to have had a heart attack by now. For my age, even though the cold air is starting to get to my lungs, I have to shout out for help again, now that I'm becoming closer to the lone Trick or Treater.

Now is the time I put my voice to use again, "Help! Please!" At first, the person doesn't seem to notice me, until I shout once more, "Help! You! Please! Help me!"

As I keep running towards the person, I believe he stops walking. It's hard to tell, since the momentum of me running toward him is confusing me. Though, I think I see the person running toward me, because I think he notices what's going on ahead of them.

I become hopeful, seeing as that I'll finally be able to receive help, but it isn't long, before a set of arms wrap around me. "Got you, little buddy!"

Even though the arms don't feel as strong as I expected, considering how Harry and Marv had ahold of me last year, and even just a few minutes ago, I more so expected the older kidnapper's voice to be the one I hear, but it isn't; it's the younger kidnapper's.

"Ha ha! Way to go, Marv!" Harry celebrates, once he catches up to us. I can tell he's out of breath, but he doesn't show it. Where did Marv come from? It was Harry chasing me!

"No! Let me go!" I cry out, trying to struggle out of my kidnapper's arms. Though, as I'm trying to struggle, I see the lone Trick or Treater still sprinting towards us.

"Come on, little buddy," Marv says down to me, not in a threatening manner, though.

Even though Marv doesn't seem as threatening as Harry, it doesn't stop me from shouting, "Help! Please!"

"Shut up, kid! They can't hear you!"

"Yes, they can!" I shout back to the bigger man, before shouting at the lone person, who's still quite the distance away from us, "Help! Please!" Though, this seems to be the last straw for Harry, because, like the first time they grabbed me a few minutes ago, he places his hand over my mouth again.

It seems as though the van is closer, even though I thought I ran for a long time, but I guess not. Before long, Harry and Marv have me back over to the van, before heaving me into the back again. All's I can see are the two now-abductors, standing in the doorway of the van's backdoors. I back away, fearfully. I feel like there's nothing else for me to do, until another idea slips into my mind. I scurry to my feet, trying to reach the front of the vehicle to climb over the seat.

"Marv, get him from the front!"

"Alright, Harry!" is all I hear the younger abductor say. It seems as though Marv helplessly takes orders from his bossy partner, but that doesn't stop me from climbing over the seat, so that I can escape out of one of the doors.

Though, I'm not alone in the vehicle, because Harry climbs into the back of the vehicle. With Marv reaching the front of the vehicle, and with Harry now in the back, they're trying to block me off. Though, they should know that I'm too smart for them. There just so happens to be two doors in the front of the van, and Marv's only going to go to one of them.

Seeing as Marv ran to the passenger side door, it doesn't take long for me to figure out that I should go out the driver's door, which, when I see Marv in the window of the passenger door, and with Harry about to grab me from the back of the van, I make a break for it out of the van, out of Harry's door, once again.

"Oh, for god sakes! Marv, get him!"

I'm clearly pissing off Harry, but I'm not afraid of his anger at all right now, because, just like last year, I'm terrorizing them, but in a different manner. Plus, if that lone Trick or Treater catches up to us, I know he'll be able to help me.

I run for the back of the van, where I can hopefully meet the lone person, who's still running toward this current situation, but is getting closer. My eyes water, because I'm hopeful that this person will help me, and the cold air of the night is getting to me, too.

Though, my efforts claim to be pointless, because I'm met face-to-face with Harry at the back of the van. His face and glaring eyes are the last things I see, before I even have time to push passed him or back away.

The last words I hear, are, "Not so fast, little fella..." I see his arm swing for me, and a fast pain takes over my neck, before everything goes dark...

Kate's PoV:

Peter and I immediately rush home from the party. The whole time in the car, I can't help but think of the horrors my son may encounter, while currently in the hands of two psychopaths. I just hope this is a Halloween gag... But, what if it isn't?

"Don't worry, Kate, I'm sure Kevin will be OK. The police will find him, don't worry," Peter tries to reassure me, but I can tell he's just as worried as I am.

"I sure hope you're right..."

"Who knows? Maybe this is some sort of Halloween prank?" My thoughts exactly, but I can't help but think that this is actually a real kidnapping.

"I was thinking the same thing, but what if it isn't? Halloween is the perfect time to pull off a crime, Peter..." I drift off, as I look out the window, thinking about my son.

"The police will locate the vehicle. Don't you worry,"

"So many children go missing every year... I just can't help but think that..."

"Well then, don't think that," Peter tells me, firmly. "Everything will be all right, trust me. We have a strong, smart boy. I have a feeling that he'll get out of this himself."

"He's only nine years old, Peter..." I drift off, while still looking out the window. Even though my son is strong and smart, he's only nine years old.

"Trust me, Kate, with a son like ours, everything will be fine. I promise,"

"I certainly hope so..." Sooner than I expect, we pull up to our house. As we pull into the driveway, I see the terrified face of my oldest son in the window. I know that if Buzz is concerned, I have every right to be concerned...

Kevin's PoV:

When I open my eyes, I soon notice how blurry my vision is, but it clears quickly. What I mostly notice now is how sore the back of my neck is. I go to rub the back of my neck, wondering what the pain is, until I hear, "Well, it's about time you woke up,"

Since I'm still squinting, I look up at the direction of where I hear the voice, and once I see the one who was talking, I fully open my eyes, seeing that it's Harry. "Harry..." is all I say.

"Yeah, that is my name," Considering how much meaner Harry is, he's also sarcastic.

"What... Where am I?" I'm confused, as my neck still hurts.

"You're with us, until we figure out what to do with you,"

"That's helpful..." I mutter.

"What?" Harry sharply asks, since he didn't hear me.

"I just wanna know where I am..." I sit up, realizing that I've been on a couch the entire time.

"You're at our place, but I'm not telling you where that is," Harry starts to walk away. I just look at him, afraid and confused. Not only do I feel woozy, but the back of my head is hurting, too. I just feel like I could go to bed and crawl underneath my nice warm blankets, because I feel a little chilled. I look around, wondering what I could do to get out of this situation. "Hey, kid," Harry catches my attention. "You hungry?" My eyes widen, as I'm surprised that he's asked me that. He just looks at me from where he is in the kitchen. He's at the table, holding a bowl with a utensil in it in his hand. "Well?" He waits for me to answer.

I just nod, while lowly answering, "Yes..."

"Well then, get your ass over here,"

He gestures me over to the table with his arm—the arm holding the bowl. I feel unsure about this, but I am hungry, so I make my way over to the table, anyway. I shuffle my feet, hugging myself, because I'm cold.

I just realize now that I'm not wearing my coat, anymore, and only my black shirt and pants are what still remain. My horns and tail are gone, and so are my mittens and boots. So, I shuffle over to the table in my stocking feet.

As soon as I sit down, I smell what I think is Ramen—my favourite after-school snack. "Hope you're hungry, kid, because you're eating all that's in front of you. If not, you go hungry," Harry tells me this, as he stirs the noodles in the bowl.

I just look at the bowl, hoping it's my favourite kind of Ramen: beef. Though, I guess I should take whatever is served to me, because who knows if they'll feed me regularly. I intend to escape, before I get the chance to figure that out.

As I'm looking at the bowl, off in my own thoughts, I hear a new voice, coming from Marv, "Is the kid eating?" His sudden voice startles me a little bit, making me slightly jump. I look at Marv, as he apologizes to me, "Oh, sorry, kid. I didn't mean to scare you,"

"The kid's quite jumpy; not his peppy self," As Harry continues to stir the Ramen, before turning to put it in the microwave, he asks me, "Are you?" I just shake my head "no", as I rest it on the table. That blow to my neck is currently making me feel awful. Though, I am hungry...

"If you're not feeling well, bud, maybe you should go lie down," Marv places his hand on my shoulder, which makes me flinch.

"I'm hungry..." I say, with my forehead still against the table.

"What?" He pulls me up from the table by my shoulder.

"I said, I'm hungry..." I repeat myself, before looking back down at the table.

"Let the kid eat, so that he can go to bed," Harry tells Marv, as he stirs another bowl of Ramen. Even though Harry is the scarier one of the two men, he's surprisingly letting me eat and go to bed, despite his firm and sarcastic tones.

"Where's he sleeping?"

"In your room, but if he misbehaves, then I'll be sure to keep him in check, in my room," I can tell there's a slight warning in Harry's voice. I'm too tired and awful-feeling to even try anything. Though, I know that I'm not going to stay with these two jerks forever.

Considering how I'm feeling terrified, despite being fed and given the chance to go to bed in an actual room, I slide down in my chair, feeling nervous and helpless, because of Harry's tone. "Come on, Harry. Don't scare the kid,"

"I'm not," Harry replies, just as the microwave beeps. He sets down the one bowl in his hands, so that he can remove the one that's in the microwave. After a few more stirs, it's placed in front of me. "Eat up," he quickly says to me, before continuing to explain to Marv, "I'm just saying, if he misbehaves, he'll have to be punished."

"That's scaring the kid, Harry,"

As I grab my fork to start eating, the aroma from the food rises up, reassuring me that it's beef Ramen. "Eat that Ramen," Harry firmly tells me, before replying to his partner, once again, "Do you really think the kid will do anything? I mean, look at him, Marv. He's slower than molasses in January, just trying to eat that first forkful of Ramen."

"Considering how he's not feeling very well, he's probably more sensitive to your firm tone,"

"This kid isn't sensitive to anything!" Harry starts raising his voice. Marv is right about me being sensitive, because he easily makes me jump. "You know just as well as me what this kid is capable of!" His hand is now gestured towards me, but I just try to ignore it.

"I don't think he's capable of anything tonight, Harry," I can see from the corner of my eye that Marv's looking down at me. I'm right, when he asks me, "Right, kid?" I just nod. I've never realized it before, but it feels kind of awkward, having two men I barely know, standing on each side of me, while I'm trying to eat.

"Yeah, I'm sure..." I look at Harry, as he turns back around and picks up the other bowl of Ramen. He gives it another stir, before placing it in the microwave. As soon as he turns back around, he impatiently tells me, "Hurry up and eat that, kid! Just looking at you is making me feel awful!" I wonder what he means by that...

"Give him a chance, Harry!" I'm glad Marv's the nicer one of the two. I know this can work to my advantage.

"Yeah, well, I just want him upstairs and out of my sight for tonight!" If he's still holding a grudge about last year, then why did he, and even Marv, bother to take me tonight?

"If you want that, Harry, then why did you bother taking him, in the first place?" Marv asks the same thing I just did in my head.

"Because, if I feel up to it, maybe we can teach him a lesson or two..."

As soon as the microwave beeps, Harry turns back around, so that he can remove the bowl of food. Giving it another quick stir, he sits down on the chair, closest to the microwave. He starts gobbling down the food, like there's no tomorrow. I have to look away, so that I don't lose my appetite.

I eat, trying not to think about the "lesson" Harry's talking about, but it's almost hard not to, in my sensitive state; tears almost form in my eyes. I just want to go home... "Harry!" Marv raises his voice to his partner. "We're not going to hurt him!"

"If he misbehaves, we will!"

"I'm not going to be a part of this!"

"Then, why did you help me grab him tonight?"

"Because, I was unsure of what you wanted to do!"

"Marv..."

Harry starts to reply back to his partner, but not before I intervene, "I won't do anything, I promise!"

"Shut up and keep eating!" Harry raises his fork, in a threatening manner. Now, I definitely know to be scared...

"Harry..."

"As far as I'm concerned, Marv, the discussion is CLOSED!" Harry gets up from his seat and leaves the room, taking his bowl of Ramen with him...

Kate's PoV:

As soon as Peter and I are in the door, Buzz is waiting for us in the main room, at the bottom of the stairs. He's sorrowful, which is unusual to see in Buzz. "Buzz..." is all I can say, as I look at my oldest son, feeling the same thing he's feeling.

"Mom, I'm sorry..." He starts to cry, as he comes over to me and hugs me. "I'm so, so sorry..."

"It wasn't your fault, honey..."

"Yes, it was... I was watching that stupid movie, at a higher volume than I should've, and I didn't even hear Kevin calling for me to help him..."

"You couldn't have known this was going to happen..." As worried as I am about Kevin, I try to hug Buzz to try and comfort him. "It wasn't your fault..."

"I'm telling you, it was," He becomes firm, I guess because he's worried.

"No..."

"Kate," Peter interrupts us. Buzz and I look at where he is, still in the doorway. "Megan, Linnie, and Jeff are still out there. Should I go find them?"

"The police will be here soon," I look down at Buzz, so that I can be sure. "That is what you said, right?" He nods.

"Buzz will be the best one to testify, since he witnessed most of the abduction. Why don't you and him stay here? I shouldn't be too long,"

"I'm just wondering—why was Kevin here, and not with them?"

"Who knows? In the meantime, I'm going to go out and find them, alright? I shouldn't be too long,"

"Maybe, while trying to find them, you'll find the vehicle that has Kevin?"

"I doubt it," Peter answers. "I shouldn't be too long." Peter says once again, before going back outside, closing the door behind him...

Kevin's PoV:

As soon as Harry storms out of the room, I look up at Marv, who's the only one left in the room with me. Even though I can't trust either one of them, I can trust Marv more than I can Harry. Marv looks down at me, seeming to feel concerned for me. He knows his partner better than I do, so I believe he has the right to be concerned.

"Look, I'm sorry, buddy. He's one to hold grudges for a long time,"

I look down at the bowl, muttering, "That's for sure..."

"Are you done eating that?"

"Why?" I look up at him and ask, with a small voice. I try not to show that I'm fearful. I feel like if I don't finish eating my Ramen, I'll be punished.

"Because, I'm ready to go to bed, and you're coming with me,"

"What if I don't want to?" I don't mean to sound cocky, but I do.

"Kid," Marv starts to speak to me, with a firm tone. I'm not used to Marv being the firm one, so I think I should take him seriously. "Don't backtalk me," He pulls away the bowl from me. "Now, you're to go upstairs. My room is the one that's always open. That's where you'll go. You hear me?"

Since I'm in a sensitive state, even Marv's tone frightens me, which, eventually, puts me into tears. "I'm sorry..." is all that escapes from my lips.

"Look, kid, don't cry, alright? I'm sorry,"

"I'm scared..." I hug myself, because, with Marv's now angered tone, I'm the only comfort there is. "I just wanna go home..."

"Maybe Harry's not serious with keeping you, after all. Who knows? Maybe he'll let you go?" Yeah, I'd like to see that...

"Yeah, right..."

"I'm sorry for getting mad, OK? But, can you please go upstairs?"

"Can I at least shower? I've been out in the cold air, and I have a chill..."

"I'm not sure if Harry would allow that..."

"You're in charge, too, aren't you?" I'm not sure if asking this would be a good thing or not, because if Marv gets it in his mind that he's in charge, too, then he might be mean, just like Harry.

"Well, yes, but..."

With that reassurance, I ask, "Well then, don't you have the right to have a say, too?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but..." Marv starts to scratch the back of his neck.

"Well then, let me shower. Please?"

I really don't want to start begging for something as simple as a shower, but I will, if I have to. I'm surprised I was even allowed to eat right away. Why's it so hard for me to be able to simply have a shower?

"Oh, alright..." Marv answers, with a sigh. "But, make it quick, for your sake," When he says that, I become worried, because he's probably worried that, if I take too long in the shower, then Harry will have it out for me.

Taking Marv's words seriously, I stand up from the table and rush out of the kitchen. Though, I don't head upstairs right away, because I look at the front door, which is right by the stairs. I'm surprised Marv trusts me enough to go right upstairs.

I take this time to contemplate on what I should do. I look behind me, seeing Marv scraping the leftover Ramen into the garbage. Harry did want me to eat it all; I just hope he doesn't know the difference.

As I continue looking at the front door, I hear Marv's voice, which makes a pit drop in my stomach, "Don't get any ideas, kid!" I just squeeze my eyes shut, hoping he's only going to give me a warning. "If you want to shower, get upstairs now and do so! Don't make me change my mind!"

"Alright, alright..."

I huff, as I quickly sprint up the stairs, considering how unwell I'm feeling; I'm just anxious to get up into that shower. Though, I'm not going to waste my time, while I'm in there; I'm going to try and figure out a way to get out of here...

To be Continued...

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A/N: Well, here we are, with the second chapter! Originally, this was going to be a oneshot! Then, it was going to be two chapters! Now, it's set on three! I'm doing it again! I'm making more chapters than I originally planned! But, I promise, this is the last chapter! (Not that you want it to end! Plus, you're probably tired of hearing my promises. :P) Though, this last chapter will see if Kevin will be able to escape from the Wet/Sticky Bandits! I was hoping for this to be done by Halloween, but it can't be helped! For now, this is all! Ciao! :D

- Majora's Mask Freak184