A/N: Okaaaay, chapter 7 is here! Sorry about the wait! But now I kind of have a general idea of the ending to this story, and maybe even a sequel! :) But don't worry, there's still a good amount of chapters left. Raven: I'm sorry, but I'm not going to use the idea of other villains in this story (I might in the sequel!). It's just that it would make it too much like Abnormal's story. If you think of other ideas, I could possibly use them! Sharotto: Thanks. Anyways, let's just go to the story.

Chapter 7:

Flint felt completely helpless. He was also beyond angry at himself for not recognizing Chester beforehand. It was all his fault that Sam was captured too. Flint looked over to his girlfriend, who was still tied to the chair. They both looked at each other, saying without words that everything would hopefully be fine. Unfortunately, Chester spoiled their little moment.

"Well, as soon as your friends do as I've instructed," He walked over to the chair. "You'll be free to go." Chester lied, although Sam and Flint were not aware. Sam just frowned.

Meanwhile, Flint had begun scanning the room, looking for any kind of escape. The room they were in was quite old and ruined, with grey paint peeling down the walls, and the occasional brick that had fallen from the foundation. It was vacant of any windows, and the only possible entrance or exit was a heavy door behind Chester V.

Flint snuck a glance sideways at Shelbourne, who had been mostly silent through the whole ordeal. He seemed distracted at times, staring off into space, and that was when his grip on Flint would slacken. But then he would catch himself, shake his head, and retighten his hold on the inventor.

Flint knew that could be used as an advantage, however, that still left the issue of saving Sam and getting past Chester. Not to mention his hands were still tied behind his back.

A loud beeping sound went off. "Ah! Those must be your friends, Lockwood." Chester walked over and handed a gun to Shelbourne. "If they try anything, don't hesitate." He said quietly to the former mayor, and exited the room.

Flint looked to Sam, and she nodded. But before he could try and get the gun from Shelbourne, Chester V reentered. "False alarm!" he said cheerily. "You best hope your friends follow my demands, or you may not live to see another day, Lockwood." Chester said, grinning fiendishly.

Flint simply hung his head, the opportunity of escape gone. He prayed that Earl and the others would find a way to save them.


Tim was scared. Scared for his son, scared for Sam, scared for himself. He never trusted Chester. And now that crazy scientist had his son. Tim didn't think he could bear to first lose his wife, and now possibly his son too. He would be nothing but an empty shell of what he is now. That's exactly the reason why he made up his mind that he would not stop for anything until his son was safe at home.

Earl had found Manny and Brent, and when he told them the situation, both agreed to help without a trace of hesitation. Tim had also asked some of the townspeople to enlist in a search party, to which they agreed. All wanted their beloved inventor and weather girl returned safe and sound.

They searched everywhere, combing every crack and crevice throughout the city. As the sun began to set, they started to lose hope. However, there was one place that no one checked, and it was so creepy, it even made Earl's chest hairs tingle.

Tim, Earl, Brent and Manny walked up to the warehouse, with Barry at their feet. Tim stopped short of the crumbling doorframe.

"What if they are in there? We have no weapons, and I'm sure they're armed." The fisherman said, turning towards the other three.

Manny looked up at them, and asked "What was Chester V's demanda?"

Tim responded, recalling the message. "He said we need 100,000 dollars, Flint's FLDSMDFR, and the deed to Sparkswood."

"…But we don't have any of those things." Brent anxiously said. "What are we going to do?" He nervously began to flap the wings of his Chicken Sushi uniform.

Earl looked pensive, then snapped his fingers. "I have a plan!" He declared, and drew them into a huddle, to discuss it. "Here's what we'll do…"

A/N: Okay guys, I'm really sorry about the lateness of this chapter! I don't know how quick I will be able to update though because of school and sports. I will hold up my original promise of 1 chapter a week though! I have a couple more chapters left for this story, but don't worry, there's a sequel in store! :)

Alright, until next time! –Limey :)

(Oh, btw, I hope my Spanish was correct! :) )