A/N: Don't worry this isn't a tragedy… or is it? Keep reading and find out.

The Painting

Charlie woke up and found a painting of himself on his clothes. He flipped it over_ he did NOT need to die, or be captured, or vanish or anything like that… not now. Not anytime soon_ he was only 12 ya know.

That night in the kings room Manfred looked slightly surprised to see Charlie walk in after everybody else was already seated and working_ by everybody I mean: Dorcas, Idith, Inez, Joshua, Dagbert, Asa (who has returned to the Bloors' side) Jessie, and Manfred. Charlie sat down in an open seat across from Jessie despite the fact that he had to sit in between Joshua and Dorcas. He then glared at Jessie "WHAT DID YOU DO?" he roared furiously "YOU WON'T GET ME SO EASILY BUT WHERE ARE MY FRIENDS?" everybody was kind of shocked that Charlie'd had the guts to stand up and yell.

"Detention for you Bone" snapped Manfred

"I ALREADY HAVE IT" he shouted "SO I DON'T MIND!" he turned back to Jessie and asked weakly "Where are they? What have you done with them?"

Jessie smiled coldly which looked so wrong with her sweet face and short blonde hair.

"Oh I didn't do anything directly to them_ in fact you did a lot of the work for me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"You gave Emma and Olivia the mural Charlie, you told Lysander about the statue. And the rest of them? They were just too curious for their own good and had to look at key chains that they knew didn't belong to them. So it's your fault that Emma, Olivia, and Lysander are gone. And the others were responsible for their own… disappearances. Now why are you still here Bone?"

"I'm not stupid you know. I knew what you were up to when I caught a glimpse of that painting. I'm not gonna be caught so easily." He snapped. "So don't count on me disappearing anytime soon." Manfred stood up and grabbed Charlie's wrist. He was dragged into his dorm and the painting was placed in front of him. He closed his eyes. Manfred move the painting and said "Look at me" in a soft persuasive tone. Charlie tried to resist it but after it was repeated a few times he couldn't help it. He looked into Manfred's eyes and when the painting was put in front of him Charlie gazed at it and felt himself falling through nothing before he hit…

A/N: *Evil grin* sorry but I can't tell you what he hits yet. .