Back again. Phew.
Sorry. Been really busy.
Time for the reviews.
IzzieGS: Yeah, I know. But that's kinda what you asked for…:)
prince of the divine wolf: Yes.
X Miyuki-chan X: Thanks.
FanFreak01: A gun. Thanks.
WordNerb93: That's the plan. Don't worry! It'll happen. Slowly. Mwahahaha! :)
TheNargana: Later. Don't be scared!
14AmyChan: He'll be okay.
Remember, if you don't review, I can't answer it!
And a Colt 1911 .45 ACP is a really fancy gun.
You know you love me, IzzytheGreat14
Isabella's POV
As soon as I was sure Phineas was asleep, I went to take a shower.
I hadn't had one since Phienas had been rushed to the hospital, and I needed it.
Lemme just tell ya, shark tanks stink.
I was pretty sure Linda wouldn't mind me using her bathrobe, so I grabbed it and a towel and headed to the bathroom.
I set my phone on the counter and turned the text tone as high as it went.
I jumped into the shower. It felt so good.
I had just slathered my hair with anti-frizz conditioner when his text came in.
I hurried over and read the text.
'there's a freak in my room holding a gun on me. help!'
I didn't care that my hair was still coated with conditioner. I pulled on Linda's bathrobe and ran to Phineas's room.
I silently opened the door to see Charles pointing a gun at Phineas's head!
And not just a gun, but a gun that had been one of the top guns of its time!
Phineas's POV
My eyes flickered to the doorway. I still didn't see Isabella.
Some crazy-psycho had a gun pointed at my head.
He was also monolouging.
"…You think you get Isabella. You think that just because she loves you, just because she's always loved you, that that means you can just keep stomping on her heart. I've seen how she looks at you. But have you? She looks at you so tenderly. You mean the world to her. But to you, she's just a friend. A friend who would do anything for you. She deserves better. She deserves someone who truly loves her. With you gone, she'll cry, but guess who'll be there? Me. Guess who she'll come to for comfort? Me…"
Isabella finally appeared. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Charles Billybobjoe Smith! What, exactly, do you think you're doing in this house? With a Colt 1911 .45 ACP, no less?" she snapped.
He whirled. "Hey, honey. You'll thank me later."
Then he whirled back and pulled the trigger!
Charles's POV
Even as I turned, Isabella sprang.
She hit me a split second before I shot, causing me to miss.
My intended target pulled out his cell phone and dialed three numbers.
The bullet lodged in the ceiling. Isabella stayed on top of me. She didn't have much on, just a bathrobe.
Then Dorito Man tossed her a roped, and she tied my hands behind me and propped me against a wall. She put my gun just out of my reach.
She then hurried over to the boy on the bed.
"Are you all right?" she asked him, sitting by him and smoothing his hair.
He nodded, then spoke into his cell phone.
"Yes, we have a gunman in the house…no, sir, we were able to subdue him. Yes, he's here. We're at 14 Maple Drive. Thank you. Oh, no, no injuries. Okay. All right. Bye."
A few minutes later, the police arrived.