Aiden(Iggy):

I was thrown into the backseat of a car of some kind- literally, I think my feet lifted off the ground. I hit the other door and before I could even blink, the tires were screeching and the car lurched.

"What's going on? I didn't-" I started but a hand hit me upside the head out of nowhere.

"Shut-up. You only speak when spoken too" Isn't that like… illegal? To hit the people you arrest?

"I have the right to a lawyer" I felt it was necessary to point that out. If these guys were throwing my in jail, I wanted to at least have a chance to tell my side of the story- which included being hit in the head!

"That's great, kid. Too bad a lawyer won't help you any" It was the same guy who had spoken before, the tones and pitches of his voice identical.

The car stopped and I could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. I had a bad feeling about all of this. The whole thing was just wrong. First, there was not a chance in hell that I was carrying a freaking explosive in an airport and second, I am not dumb enough to actually set it off, while it was on me! That's just… not even worth talking about anymore. And where were my parents?!

"I never had a bomb. Honest, it wasn't-" This time, I was slammed against the window, my head smacking against the glass.

"What did I say?... and we know you didn't have an explosive. We planted it" My head was throbbing and I felt dizzy, but I heard that. And the blood drained from my face.

I opened my mouth to speak, but slammed my jaw shut. I don't think my head could take another hit, it already felt like it had been cracked open. So I sat there, silently wondering about what was going to happen to me.

Liv(Max):

My life was officially a freak show. I mean, I had assumed it was before, but this whole "My mom had some messed up experimental monsters kidnap me" thing just topped it all off.

And now, I was being dragged out of a dog crate by an Abercrombie model. He walked me to the door he had come through and outside were more models, four of them actually. They looked kind of generic though, all slightly the same. Like they were made to look alike.

"Boys, take her to Conference Room 2" The first one said, and handed me over. They smacked some handcuffs on me and stuck me in the middle of their little entourage. If not for the current circumstances, I would have felt famous. Currently though, more like a criminal.

He turned me to next and flashed a dazzling smile- I noticed that his canine teeth were oddly pointy. His eyes were mocking and cold. He was enjoying this for some reason, but that would probably be why he was there. If he didn't enjoy kidnapping people, why would he?

"Since you don't remember, let me introduce myself- again… I'm Ari" Cause that means something to me.

"I'm tired and hungry. But I'm glad you think I care what your name is" I smiled at the annoyance that flashed in his eyes for a second. I had feeling me and Ari were not going to get along very well.

"Take her away" He said and turned on his heel to storm down the empty hall.

Chris(The Gasman):

Blah, blah, blah… Speeches are so boring. Especially ones about global warming and stuff. Ugh.

The crowd applauded and whistled and held up creepy signs with my Dad's face plastered on them as he wrapped up his speech on improving the city of New York. Which apparently needed a lot of improving cause his speech was long.

But I was quietly excited about the next candidates speech, because it was last one. I patted my coat pocket, which was sort of bulging from it's content. Toiling over a bunch of blue and red and yellow chords for hours had paid off- I never got my chlorine, but I'd figured out another way to activate my "surprise".

The people were still yelling "Batchelder!" when Dad sat down next to Mom, who held onto his hand. The only problem with my plan, was getting past my parents. There was no way they'd let me use the bathroom in the middle of this, not with every news station filming the stage we sat on. I couldn't slip away without being noticed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Izzy fidgeting and fussing in her seat. She started bouncing up and down before she turned to me.

"I really have to use the bathroom… ask Daddy if I can go- say please!" Fighting a smile, I turned to my dad.

"She says she needs to go to the bathroom-"

"It's an emergency!" She hissed in my ear.

"Apparently, it's an emergency- oh and please?" If I was lucky, my plan may have a way to work after all.

Jeb Batchelder looked down through his wire rimmed glasses, and I could tell he was weighing his options. Say no and have potentially catastrophic results or say yes and risk me doing something that would cause potentially catastrophic results. Eventually, he smiled and glanced at my Mom who was watching the other candidate, smiling her politician's wife smile.

"Alright, but you go with her and if I hear… a single cookie crumb hit the floor back there it's warpath time" He winked at me and I felt a grin creep onto my face.

This was convenient… a little too much so. I would have been suspicious of my father's grin if I wasn't too stoked to set of my firework!

"Come on… he said yeah" I whispered and followed my sister off the stage and towards the bathrooms. When we were clear of the lobby, with all it's security guards and waiters and cameras, I pulled her to a stop and told her to go on and not get lost.

"What are you doing?... If you blow anything up-"

"Oh come on! Would I do something like that?" I smiled innocently and she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes. And I am not getting in trouble again" Izzy narrowed her blue eyes at me and scowled. I knew that look, the "stern" look. It never worked.

"You won't. I'll be back in like, ten seconds. I'm just going to get… some water" I said.

"Promise?" She didn't believe me but she was bouncing up and down again, so she probably just didn't care anymore.

"If you get in any sort of trouble you can punch me" That always worked, cause usually I'd just hit her back. A promise like that was too good to pass up.

She took off to the left and me to right. I had a rough idea of the whole layout of the building, but it was still going to be tricky to the find the entrance to get under the stage. From there I could set up near one of the openings, point the rocket upward, and set it off…. If I didn't get caught.

No… nope… maybe- no! Definitely not! I am tainted for life!, I slammed the door and tried to clear the mental image in my head. Sick! Sick, sick, sick…. Hurrying through down the hall, I peered through windows, opened doors, and still could not find the right one. I had to hurry, the speech was almost over and Iz was probably back in her seat.

"Hey! You shouldn't be down here"

I froze and sort of thought about running for it, but figured I'd be in even more trouble that way. I turned around and came face to face with three guys in security uniforms. They didn't look like the typical rent-a-cop. More like those guys in magazines.

"Sorry… I'm just lost, that's all" Nope, no secret plan for a fireworks display here. Just some adorable little kid lost on his way to the restroom.

"Why do I not believe you?" The one in the front said and in a second, the other two were pouncing on me and I was knocked to the ground. Something sharp pricked my neck and I was out.