I've got nothing to say except READ:)

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Usually it shocked Shawn to wake up on a cold floor, smack in the middle of nowhere, but for the past few days, it seemed to be like a morning routine.

But this morning was DEFINIATELY not what he was hoping for.

Shawn twisted his head to the side, his hazel eyes fluttering open, staring at hand.

But only a hand.

Shawn let out a scream-high pitched, like a little girl on a rollercoaster, "Eeeeeeehhhh!"

"Oh shut up." Shawn was told by the figure, who threw some kind of rock at his burnt-face. Shawn let out a yelp in pain as his face starting feeling scratchy and on fire, "It's only a hand. The rest of the body is over there." The figure's thumb pointed to a closet. Shawn looked closer to the glove-covered thumb, noticing a streak of blood. Shawn put his mind past the blood, looking closer to the glove itself. The glove was light green, with flowers speckled across it. It was ripped slightly in some spots, probably from a thorn, in Shawn's opinion.

Why would the man be wearing gardening gloves?

"Oh my god, you're Darth Vader!" Shawn exclaimed.

"Moron," Shawn heard the figure mumble.

"Well, if you're a woman, that would explain the gloves." Shawn tried to point to the gloves, then realizing he was chained up to the wall, "Crap."

"So how would I be Darth Vader?" The figure snapped.

"Your voice. Duh." Shawn rolled his eyes, "What a dummy." He mumbled under his breath.

"Okay?" The figure's dark ski mask looked right into Shawn's face.

Creeper.

"I know a great way to torture you." The figure smiled slightly.

"First, answer my question. Man or woman?" Shawn smiled goofily, the edges of his burned face crinkling. His lips suddenly seemed to lash back at him, causing him to flinch in frustration.

"Find that out on your own." The figure tilted its head slightly. Shawn noticed him look at his hair.

Ah, crap.

"Dude, not the hair. If anything, you can style it with that curling iron you ruined my face with. This is my best feature." Shawn scowled at the figure in frustration.

Then he appeared with a razor.

"Oh, god. Can you just use scissors and make it uneven?" He pleaded.

"Good idea!" The figure quickly looked around for scissors. He looked at Shawn, "You're out of luck, boy. I was gonna use both. My loss."

Then the figure held the razor right near Shawn's hair.

Shawn glanced at himself just as he felt the razor hitting the bottom of his head.

Dear God, let's hope I'm still flexible.

Shawn chucked his foot in the air, his shoe flying off and hitting the figure.

SCORE!

"Bad idea!" The angry figure lunged at Shawn, just as Shawn flicked his other foot in the air, banging smack into the razor, which fell to the cemented floor with a clank, and breaking into pieces.

"YES!" Shawn cheered happily.

"I'll be back with scissors, you moron." The figure growled at Shawn.

Shawn smiled happily at the figure walking away.

Oh, crap. Now my feet are cold!

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Juliet and Gus searched the Psych office, hoping to find some kind of clue. Or as Shawn would say it, the Mystery Mousekatool. But Shawn wasn't here to cheer up their sad moods.

Juliet searched the entire perimeter, opening up cabinets and desks, hoping to find some kind of clue of where Shawn is.

"Gus, lemme see that clue." Juliet urged Gus to hand over the clue, which Gus did without saying anything.

"Your precious 'psychic' is in my hands now." Juliet calmly quoted the first line of the note, "Precious 'psychic'. Gus why are there quotes around psychic?" Juliet tilted her head, hoping for an answer.

Gus looked at her in surprise. Nobody knew he wasn't psychic except him and Henry. Right?

"I don't know." Gus managed to muster.

"Is in my hands now. In my hands now? What the heck id that supposed to mean?" Juliet questioned.

Gus tried to think back on the things Shawn had gotten before he was kidnapped. He got an alpaca, which Gus had easily told him to give back. He had roses-but those were for Jules. He had gotten a catcher's mitt.

"His catcher's mitt!" Gus raced over to the Dick's bag where Shawn had left it. He picked it up, and stuck his hand on the inside. He felt a piece of paper cut his skin, but for once, Gus didn't care about blood. He yanked Juliet over to Gus's desk where they opened the note up.

Boo, hoo. You got this too late. I guess you'll have to wait. But I can give you one little hint, Roses are red, violets are blue, Shawn is gone, and you will be too, Jule! "This day's black fate on more days doth depend:
This but begins the woe others must end."
Shakespeare

"He wants me too?" Juliet looked at Gus.

"I think he's putting on a little show." Gus replied.

"Yeah," Juliet sighed, fear creeping into her body, "Juliet and her missing Romeo."

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Hope you enjoyed! I upped the length a bit more. I hope it's good, because I skipped dinner for this!

XOXO,

Me!