Hey! I was rereading this whole story and thought 'wow, this is crap.' So, I decided I should rewrite the first few chapters, I'm already rewriting chapter five. Don't expect me to update soon, I've got rewriting to do! And oh yeah, this is 3 pages in Word! Whoop! And check out my oneshot for HoA One-Shot day.
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Patricia's POV

"Well, Mara... What is it? Truth or dare?" He asked and she gulped.

"Uh..."

Mara shook her head and sighed.

"Okay, I choose-" She started but was cut off by Eddie, collapsing to the floor. Like seriously, what? I looked at Mara questioningly and she nodded.

'The ketchup effect.' She mouthed and I nodded, slightly confused. What kind of person would collapse because of ketchup? Eddie does, apparently.

'Okay?' I mouthed back and she shook her head.

'Wait for it… There's still more to come…' She mouthed to me again and my eyes widened. And she was right. Eddie immediately sat up and looked around. Everyone fell silent for a few seconds until Eddie screamed and ran off towards the kitchen, still screaming his head off. Jerome sighed.

"Come on, let's go get him. If it gets too weird like last time… We'll just let him be." He said, standing up. Last time? Everyone stood up and walked into the kitchen to find absolutely no sign of Eddie whatsoever. He just disappeared. Like, poof. Oh great, now we have two loopy guys running around and disappearing. Life just can't get any better now, could it? Apparently one loopy guy just wasn't enough.

"Last time?" I asked Mara and she nodded in response.

"Yup, last time. I think he broke his nose…" She said.

"What? How?" I asked. Seriously, who wouldn't be confused if a guy broke his nose because of ketchup? Then again, what kind of guy would drink ketchup willingly?

"I don't know, no one knows. Even Eddie, the dumbass himself doesn't remember." She said.

"Come on, let's start looking for him…" She sighed and shook her head. We all walked around the house, looking everywhere. Even the attic, the basement and Victor's office. We all eventually walked back into the kitchen with absolutely no clue of where the blonde went.

"Okay! This, all of this, is pointless." Jerome said. Joy opened her mouth but closed it quickly when she looked out the window. Her eyes were wide. We all turned our heads towards the kitchen window to see a flash of bleach blonde hair and dirty blonde hair running off in top speed into the general direction of the woods. There were muffled screams from outside. We all looked at each other and thought the same thing, 'Eddie.' We all ran out the door towards the woods. It was already getting dark outside. Jerome who was in front, suddenly stopped, making us all crash into him. We were already in the woods, while the blonde was way far in front of us. The guy with bleach blonde hair looked over his shoulder but saw nothing because we were already hidden behind the trees. He turned his head back forwards and kept walking while dragging Eddie, I think, along with him. My eyes widened when I realized something, there was duct tape covering his mouth and his wrists were tied together with a rope and he didn't look so loopy now, he looked terrified. Not loopy, terrified. He was back to normal. And he's being kidnapped. Could life get any better? Note the sarcasm.

After following the two blondes for a while, Alfie just had to step on a dead twig on the ground. He just had to. All of us immediately hid behind the trees, being as silent as possible. The blonde dude, apparently hearing the twig snap, turned around and scanned the area. He narrowed his eyes and with his free hand that wasn't holding Eddie, reached into his pocket and rummaged through it. No doubt looking for, uh… something… When he took it out, I swallowed hard. It was a knife, or dagger or whatever you call it, I'll just call it a knife. Anyways, holy shit, the dude has a frickin' knife! Like, seriously?! The knife thing glistened under the moonlight, making it look like one of those movie scenes where a guy kills another guy in the clearing. Wait, a clearing? Oh, I hadn't realized we had reached a clearing… oh well. Anyways, back to the story…

"Anyone there?" He called out, holding the dagger or knife thing with one hand and the other still holding a struggling Eddie. Is he stupid or what? I mean, who would yell 'Over here!' to a guy who has a knife? Mara, who was next to me, gulped. I looked at her reassuringly and turned my attention back to the blonde holding a knife. Boy, did that look like a terrifying knife right now…

"Is anyone there?!" He yelled, looking around with his eyes narrowed. He took one last glance at the clearing before he continued walking towards wherever it was he was taking Eddie. Wherever it was, I was one-hundred percent sure that it wasn't going to be good. It was just a gut feeling, but my gut feeling is usually right. Like, never ever wrong. And that's bad… We continued following him, more careful this time. Fortunately for us, there were no more twig snapping accidents. The blonde guy dragged Eddie, who was still struggling to get away and run off, behind him. Ouch, those are going leave some marks… We finally reached the end of the woods. Hidden by the trees surrounding it, was a huge warehouse. The blonde guy dragged Eddie inside the warehouse, and after a few minutes, he walked back out without Eddie and locked the doors to the warehouse. He drove off in a black van. Typical.

We waited for about five minutes after Blondie drove off before coming out of the woods. We walked quietly to the huge warehouse and did a 360 to make sure no one was watching us. Lucky for us, no one was there except for us. We looked at the door to the warehouse and blinked. Six different types of locks. Uh, secretive much?

"Okay! Anyone knows how to pick a lock?" Jerome asked. Everyone turned to me.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked.

"Pick the lock, Patricia…" Joy said, handing over a bobby pin. I sighed and moved towards the door.

"Move, people. Let's just get this over with…" I said, pushing everyone aside and kneeling in front of the door. I started getting to work and after about ten minutes or so, four locks were done. Two more to go. I'm not going to bore you with the details of lock picking. All you need to know is that it took around another ten minutes. The locks were harder than they seem. Like, seriously… Jerome tried to push the door open. But it wouldn't budge. He tried again. And again. And again. And again. And again. Until I was somewhat sure that his shoulder was bruised.

"Uh, guys! A little help here!" He yelled. We all rolled our eyes and Mick, stupidly might I add, charged towards the door. Crushing Jerome to the door that was opened wide. Jerome ended up on the ground with Mick on top of him. Ouch, that has to hurt… Mick got up and so did Jerome, who was glaring at Mick. He dusted his pants and peered inside the room. It was empty. Just boxes and random stuff. We walked inside, split up and looked around. I was with Joy. Absolutely nothing. Zip. Zero. Nada. Just then, we heard a scream from across the room and ran towards the source. Before we got there, we heard the sound of footsteps then another scream. And suddenly, someone yelled out loud:

"HOLY SHIT!" We ran faster towards the source and I'm sure we were all thinking the same thing, 'Holy shit indeed...'

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