14AmyChan: okay, please don't hurt me! I had to change some stuff around in this chapter. Though it didn't come out the way I wanted, I tried to make it epic!

Phineas: how is this 'epic'?

14AmyChan: because it's got action? *^_^* anyhoot 'n holler, I don't own PnF~! *^_^*

Phineas, Isabella, and Ferb: Thank goodness…

Phineas aroused slowly, unsure of his surroundings. Attempting to understand his situation, he shook his head, attempting to dismiss his drowsy state. As his thoughts became more coherent, he began to think about how he got here. He had gone to the party, searched for Isabella, made it to the balcony, lost his poster, turned around, and then…

"Finally awake, are you?" a voice spoke, causing the red headed teen to become much more alert much more quickly. He attempted to stand, only to find that his hands and feet were bound in rope to a wooden chair. Phineas would have been unimpressed with the lackluster setup were he not trying to escape it.

"What do you want, Loic?" Phineas spat, watching carefully as the man made his way around the dark and dank room, picking up and choosing supplies as he went. Supplies for what? Phineas had no clue, but he did not believe they could have been good.

"Really, one would think you would show your father a little more respect… Especially a boy as well behaved as yourself," the man said lightly, still inspecting his appliances as if they were gardening tools. Phineas yanked on his bindings, attempting to free himself.

"You're not my dad," Phineas said sternly, still wriggling his hands against the wooden chair and his rope. In his effort for freedom, he did not notice something as subtle as the other man's hands, which had tensed upon that statement, then forced themselves into a relaxed position as he continued to browse through his items.

"On the contrary, I provided you with half of your chromosomes. Without me, you would not exist. But you already knew that… or are you more stupid than what I was told?" Loic asked testily, finally picking up a silver pocket watch. Phineas struggled with the deceptively tight bounds even more.

"Any jerk off the street can donate some chromosomes, but it takes a man to be a dad. I've got a dad back home, and you're not it!" Phineas argued heatedly, somehow stopping Loic in his tracks with only his words. The man's mind worked, and his hand clenched itself around the pocket watch as a fist.

"That can't be true… She couldn't have married again…" Loic muttered, his voice becoming more dangerous with every word. However, tone escaped Phineas' notice as he managed to have a miracle breakthrough with the rope. He had managed to snag a small amount of rope concerning his left hand just right on the chair, having the rope beginning to fray. In an attempt to keep Loic distracted from his progress, Phineas piped up yet again.

"She could and she did. To someone who said he'd treat her right forever and meant it," Phineas jabbed. In the fraying the rope just a little bit more, the young man's subtle glee eclipsed the equally subtle rage that the elder man was giving off. However, the subtly did not remain for long, and Loic acted quickly out of his rage. He dropped the pocket watch, not caring that it fell and several parts came out of the old contraption upon impact, and quickly stalked up to the red head in the chair, wasting no time in grabbing fistfuls of his collar and pulling him up to eye level.

"I swear if I didn't need you for the business, I'd have killed you by now!" Loic growled, feeling no remorse as he shoved the chair onto its side, causing the boy within to be jarred. Were he not completely bound in rope, the impact to his head would have caused a concussion at the very least. However, as soon as Phineas regained his wits, he used them to comprehend what the man had said.

"What do you mean 'business'? Why do you need me here anyways? How did you even know I'd be here?" Phineas asked, still attempting to jerk his hand out of its constraint. If he could only pull his hand out, he could get to work on the other bounds. The rope loosened a smidgeon more from the fall, and the boy used that to his advantage.

"The business is classified to those who aren't in it," Loic answered the first in his own way, dusting off his shirt as if nothing had happened. He turned back to his pocket watch and attempted to gather the missing pieces together. "After you don't remember any of this, you'll be initiated as my doppelganger, doing what I say when I say it without question or fail."

"What, you just want me to do what I'm told?" Phineas asked skeptically. As he worked on his left hand, he was able to pull it out to his knuckle, and was quickly able to release his fingers after that. He quickly began to work on the rope binding his right hand, making more progress in less amount of time.

"When I'm through with you, you won't know any different," Loic answered cryptically, though Phineas had already put the pieces together when the man started fiddling with that watch. An old-fashioned technique, of course, but in the right hands, a simple pocket watch was a hypnotist's greatest advantage. He managed to find the knot that held his right hand and began to undo it as quickly as he could.

"How did you know I'd even be here?" Phineas asked again, rushing through his attempt to free himself. Loic had just finished picking up the pieces and was walking away, giving the young man some breathing room.

"I engineered it, obviously," Loic explained as he dumped the broken pieces of the watch into a nearby trash bin. He stood there, seemingly in flashback as he relished his success. "I orchestrated the kidnapping of Isabella Garcia-Shapiro when you were eleven to let you simmer on anger and frustration for a few years. Then I sent you a few letters and to pipe your curiosity. In the marketplace I managed to have someone keep an eye on you. When I was informed of all those girls starting to swarm, I thought you might get… distracted. So I called in a couple of the Garcia's dear neighbors for a little chat. You know those elderly types. They just love to talk and talk and talk… So I let them, right into the coffee shop. Honestly, I thought you would be smarter than this, from what I've been told. Being around that stupid family and even dumber friends must have made you an idiot over the years…"

The binding on Phineas' right hand slowly fell to the floor, yet it went unnoticed by either of the two. Loic because he was still facing away and could not hear the rope slither to the ground. Phineas because his heart was pounding in his ears. This man had not just dared to insult his family and friends in front of him. He could not hear the man's continued rambles about how he would finally have the son he had always wanted, about how he would give this perfect son everything. None of that mattered. His family and friends had just been insulted, and he would have none of that.

"They're not stupid, and my friends aren't dumb," Phineas said quietly, his building anger not allowing him to speak any louder. Regardless of volume, the man heard it, and turned around to taunt once more. Unable to even see that his prey had been freeing himself, Loic came closer to jeer in the young man's face.

"Then would you care to tell me—"

The man never got to finish his sentence, for right then and there; Phineas had reached up a hand and pulled down on the collar of Loic's shirt, causing the unprepared man to tumble headfirst into the ground beside the chair. Phineas was about to hightail it out of there when he realized that he had not had released his feet. In response, the normally agile teen's nose hit the ground hard. While he was grateful it was not the crown of his head—which probably would have done more than just make him see pretty spots for a while—he realized that he had to free his feet, and quickly.

As he was about to pull his feet, and thus the chair, closer to him in order to free himself, a jerk yanked them backwards again. It took no time for Phineas to deduce that Loic had the chair, which was never a good sign. Before the man could carry through in his plans to hit Phineas in the back using the chair, with or without the boy's feet attached, the red headed teen made a sudden jerking to the side that ripped the wooden furniture out of the man's hands and sent it crashing into the floor.

While the chair was now not as sturdy as it once was, it was still in once piece, and the boy's feet still attached. However, the bindings were now weakened as well, and Phineas found he could move his ankle out of the fastenings a little bit. Before he could work on releasing his feet, however, Loic had recovered and was on his way to grab the chair yet again. Phineas managed to swing it out from underneath the man, sending him in a comical chase for the chair. After two additional failed attempts, the man finally pounced on the chair and kept it in one spot.

With all the swinging, however, Phineas' right foot managed to free itself, and now slipped out of the rope with ease. Quickly, the young man began to pull his left foot while kicking at the chair with his right, all the while jerking himself away from his captor with his arms. Noticing what the young man was doing, Loic attempted to reach down and grab his swinging leg. What he got was a powerful kick to the arm, and he quickly retreated. With a final kick to the chair, Phineas' left foot was released, and he quickly got to his feet.

Now freed from the chair, Phineas attempted to make his way from the room, the only problems being his lack of light around the unfamiliar room, and the fact that there was now an angry psychopath in the immediate area. He felt around the walls quickly, ducking and avoiding Loic's incoming blows as best he could. Within no time, the young man was already sporting multiple bruises yet nothing too serious from the enraged man. In retaliation, Phineas sent a powerful kick into the elder's chest, and then shoved him far away as his arms would let him. That move bought him a few seconds, time which he decided to use wisely.

Phineas' hands searched the wall, begging to find a window, a ladder, or—

A doorknob! It was too good to be true. Phineas jiggled the knob to open, but the door refused to budge. The boy pushed and pulled on the knob, turning it and twisting it as hard as he could to find release, but to no avail. Before he could figure out how to open the door, a large force shoved his shoulder into the door, resulting in a loud, resounding BANG!

Pain shot up through Phineas' shoulder, but the young man attempted not to concern himself with that now. However, the slight delay in reaction gave Loic the perfect opportunity, and the man pulled Phineas away from the door and sent him to the ground, once again banging the young man's head. He tried to shake it off quickly.

"Am I the only one getting sick of hitting my head?" Phineas muttered as he attempted to stand too quickly. However, he was not quick enough as Loic sat on the young man's stomach, preventing motion and winding him.

"Yeah, pretty much. I find it funny," Loic smiled sadistically, the wrinkles on his face becoming more pronounced. He searched his pockets for something, and his smile quickly disappeared. A small glint from the other side of the room caught both of their eyes, and Phineas almost laughed at the irony. Loic had captured him, but the pocket watch he needed for hypnotism had fallen out of his pocket on the other side of the room!

Hoping surprise was on his side, Phineas made to roll out from underneath the man's weight, which was more than meets the eye. Loic was startled out of thought for a moment, and then was shoved unceremoniously off the boy who had built so much as a child and traveled often as an adult. As Loic tumbled to the ground, and then decided to dive for his watch, Phineas returned to the door. He searched for the doorknob he had found earlier, only to find the edge of the door. He bared his good shoulder and hit it as hard as he could, attempting to break down the door. The structure gave a little and then bounced back, as if it were a door that was being opened the wrong…way…

"That's just what I need right now!" Phineas complained as he scrambled for the knob again. It was a door that he had to pull open, not push. However, as he had finally grazed a finger on the knob, a rough hand pulled him back and flipped him onto the wall. A fierce pressure seared at his injured shoulder, and the boy yelped loudly in pain. Before he could get over it, the man kept his hand on Phineas' good shoulder and moved his other hand to the boy's throat.

"It would be more difficult, but I can still make you obey!" Loic muttered frantically, more for his own benefit than the boy he was choking. "There are ways to plant suggestions into the subconscious—"

A brilliant bright light caught Loic off-guard, and he quickly moved his hand to shield his eyes. Taking his chance, Phineas pushed the older man away and darted into the light, where three figures stood, beckoning him closer. Though he did not recognize one, the other two he trusted with his life. And they had just saved it.

Ferb pulled the bookcase into its original spot as soon as Phineas came through, hoping to trap the insane excuse for a man within. When he was about to let go, the book gave a tremendous shudder and began to groan backwards. All four of them grabbed the case and pulled in order to keep it in place. Ferb glanced at his brother, hoping the boy could think of some kind of plan to get them out of there.

"Phineas, what's going on?" Ferb asked, truly assessing his brother for the first time. There were a few bruises on his face, some markings on his neck, and there was something obviously wrong with his left shoulder. He pulled as hard as he could with his right hand.

"It was him all along… He kidnapped Isabella, he hypnotized her, and he's after me next," Phineas explained briefly, his mind racing to come up with a plan that would get help there as soon as possible and without getting anyone hurt or starting a panic.

"And what do we do now, Mister Flynn?" a voice completely unfamiliar to Phineas asked from behind Ferb. Peeking around, he saw a Mexican man with a pronounced forehead and black hair, complete with subtle blue streaks. He was sweating, and his eyes darted nervously, but he stayed where he was and kept pulling the bookshelf alongside the boys. Quickly, a plan formed in his head.

"I need you to find a phone, Mister Garcia," Phineas answered, quickly coming up with and relaying his plan to the others. "You need to call the police and get them here as soon as possible. Tell them this man is psychotic and dangerous, and they need to hurry."

"Sí," the man agreed and shot like a jet out of the room, leaving three behind him. Phineas turned to his brother.

"Bro, I hate to ask for this, but you need to get everyone else out of the building. Even with all of us here holding this thing shut, he'll get loose. We need to make sure he doesn't do anything drastic like pull a hostage situation," Phineas said. As expected, Ferb cocked a confused eyebrow, silently asking why Phineas himself or the other person who stand behind him do it. Phineas already had his answer.

"Because if she suddenly said 'Hey everyone, let's go outside', then they would only stay and ask questions. I don't think you'll have that problem. By the way, when you're done, shut the doors and make sure no one goes in for anything. Only let the police in," Phineas explained, hoping that would get his brother to move. With a final nod, and a look that practically screamed to be careful, Ferb left the room. Phineas concentrated on pulling the shelf and keeping it in place.

"What should I do?" the last voice asked, catching Phineas' attention. It was not as though he had forgotten that she was there. No, he was very well aware of her presence, but he did not know how to address her. Keep calling her Ana and keep up the charade, or in this moment of panic and planning refer to her as she should be called, Isabella? He turned to her, hoping that he could make a decision quickly as he did the others.

"Phineas, what do you want me to do?" she asked again, pulling as hard as she could on the bookcase. She, too, had questions about herself and the boy beside her. Just yesterday she had re-introduced herself to him, only as Ana. She had been a stranger then, and for all he knew she was still a stranger now. She did not know what to say or do, but she knew that she wanted to stay with him, help in whatever way she could. Her sapphire eyes searched his, begging that he answer her. In their own little world, he did.

"Just… just don't leave my side for now…" Phineas answered, silently begging that she would not leave him. For now, or for a while. He had spent so long looking, and he did not want her to go yet.

"Phin…" Isabella said his name quietly. Of course she would not leave him. Not now at least. She would follow him forever if need be. But right now, there was something more troubling happening.

The bookcase had jerked itself open, and crazed grey eyes stared out of the black abyss. Knowing that they could not stay much longer, Phineas grabbed Isabella's hand and rushed out of the library, getting her as far away from that creep as possible. They could not, however, block out his voice.

"Careful kiddies, because I'm coming after you…"

Loic: Heeeere's Johnny! *crazed glare*

14AmyChan: *shoes Loic off stage* okay, so I hope you all liked that chapter, and now I'm gonna run from the cannon characters~! *^_^*

Phineas and Isabella: *chase after 14AmyChan with no mercy*

Ferb: *chases too, then stops and faces you* Please read and review. *continues chase*