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Day Thirty Four (We Jumped Three and a Half Weeks)

Sabrina's POV

I paced back and forth, rubbing my right temple with my thumb and index finger. "I'm telling you, I heard Daphne screaming! That's why I was running. I needed to get to her."

"What screaming?" Puck asked. "I heard nothing."

I shot him a glare but didn't stop my pacing to give him a piece of my mind. "I'm not lying." I said fiercely.

"Liebling," my Granny said gently. "We're not calling you a liar. It's just hard to believe."

"How?!" I burst out.

"Think about it," my mom said. "You were the only one who heard Daphne screaming when all along she was right beside Red."

"That reminds me," Puck said.

"One hundred and eighty," Red replied before he managed to continue.

"Dammit," Puck muttered, slipping a five out of his pocket and slapping it into Red's hand. Daphne held out her hand and Red gave it a high-five.

I let out a groan, "What are you doing? This is important! Stop getting distracted."

Puck rolled his eyes, "What are we supposed to do? You were the one who was hallucinating."

"I was not hallucinating!" I yelled.

I stomped over to the couch and sat down in a flourish. I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Well," Daphne said, changing the topic carefully. "Red said you called us. It sounded important. What was that all about?"

Granny, Mr. Canis, Uncle Jake and my parents became quiet but I doubted they would stay like that for long.

Meanwhile, I stared at the crackling fire in the fireplace and recounted the talk I had with Sara.

I walked through the almost empty halls of the school, searching for Sara. I knew I had to talk to her. She knew something. Call it a hunch, but I was sure of it.

As I turned the corner I knew my search would be fruitless so I slipped into the library to take a break. I sat on one of the wooden, uncomfortable chairs and zipped open my backpack.

Maybe Sara would come to me, I thought sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

Someone plopped on to the chair next to me.

Sara

"Sabrina!" My dad called, "are you even listening?"

I slightly shook my head and turned my attention to him, "Sorry, just distracted."

My mom looked concerned, "You sure you're OK, Hon?"

I waved my mom's worries away, I had to focus on the topic at hand, "I'm fine, and can you repeat what you just said?"

"They found out some new information about their victim," Pinocchio said.

That caught my attention, "What information?" I said carefully.

"He's opening a portal in our world tonight. It's Halloween; therefore, him and his goons can walk around in almost any town and still blend in." My mom said.

I breathed in and let out a deep sigh, "Who exactly is coming through the portal?"

Uncle Jake shrugged, "I guess anyone."

"Where is the Portal opening?" Daphne asked curiously.

My dad paled just a bit, "No one knows."

"Were you looking for me?" Sara asked.

I turned in my seat so I was fully looking at her, "How did you know?"

Sara tapped her temple with her index finger, "I know stuff."

"Do you know where Jayla went?" I asked.

Sara raised an eyebrow and gave a snide smile, "Of course. After all, I was the one who made her"—she made her hands curl into fists and then made them pop—"Disappear."

"What do you mean 'no one knows'?" Daphne asked.

"It could be anywhere," Granny explained, "From Ohio to L.A. Anywhere in the U.S basically."

"Don't worry," Uncle Jake said quickly at seeing Reds white face, "We have people on it. Everafters are everywhere looking for them."

Something clicked in my brain, it might have been my detective insight or just a random recognition, but I was pretty sure of a few things.

"Do you know the name of their Leader?" I asked slowly.

My uncle shook his head, "No, but we do know what the group calls themselves."

"The Force," my mom finished.

My blood ran cold. Sinister van Force was the leader of something. The Force was the groups' name. No coincidence.

"Why?" I asked, moving my hand slowly to my waist where, after Katrina showed me, I put my dagger.

"She's important to the plan." Sara said.

"How?" I asked, my fingers now slightly gripping the hilt of the dagger.

Sara smirked and raised an eyebrow, "What would be the fun in telling you that?"

"What are we doing sitting here?" Daphne cried, "We have to go help them!"

"You guys aren't going anywhere," my dad declared.

"Fine by me," Puck said, "I'm getting some popcorn. Who wants to watch The Avengers with me?"

I groaned and threw my hands up in frustration. "Why can't we go?" Daphne asked angrily.

"You're too young," my dad explained.

"I seem to recall that I am older than a hundred," Pinocchio said.

My dad scowled, "You are all staying here. End of discussion. Pinocchio, you will be watching over everyone. If something happens, it's your fault."

"That's preposterous," Pinocchio declared.

"That's life," my dad replied. "I'd thought you'd get used to that by now."

"We'll check on you at midnight." My mom said.

If I was sure of one thing, it was that I was getting out of this house tonight, one way or another.

"Where did you take her?" I demanded.

Sara shrugged, "Why? It's not like you can save her."

"Where. Did. You. Take. Her?" I said through gritted teeth, my fingers gripping the hilt of the dagger so tight that they turned white at the knuckles.

"Oh, you know," She waved her hand in the air, like it was no big deal, "The Crook."

Then she looked at me with a devilish smile, "I don't have to explain what Crook is to you, do I? After all, you know exactly what it is."

I pushed the door ten minutes after they left. Puck was sitting on the couch watching the beginning of the Avengers and eating his second tub of popcorn.

The door wouldn't open when I unlocked it and tried to open it with the knob the first time so I decided to try plan B: Throwing myself against the door many times while Daphne tried to unhinge the door with magic.

"I'm supposed to be supervising you," Pinocchio said.

"Then supervise," I grunted, throwing myself against the door once more.

"You're making that pretty hard for him," Puck commented, throwing a piece of popcorn in his mouth.

"Shut up, Puck." I muttered while Daphne used yet another spell. She ducked as it rebounded in a trace of blue light and hit the wall behind her.

"That's not going to work," Red commented while I threw myself against the door again.

"Why not?!" Daphne yelled angrily, taking the magic ring off her finger and throwing it on the floor.

"Well, it's obvious that the adults put a spell on the door and most probably the windows, also, to keep us from getting out," Pinocchio said.

"And to keep stuff from getting in," Puck added.

I groaned in frustration for being so stupid.

"Then how the heck are we supposed to get out?" Daphne demanded.

"You're not," Red said.

"Great friend you are," Daphne said sarcastically.

"Thanks," Puck said.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Daphne yelled in frustration.

"Now you see why I hate him so much," I grumbled under my breath.

"Whatever," Daphne said, "We're getting out if you say so or not. I don't really care."

I threw myself against the door again.

"Why did you take her there? How did you take her there?" I exacted.

Sara laughed, "Full of questions now, are we?"

"Answer them," I demanded.

Sara shrugged, still smirking, "We need her, so does her brother."

"Her brother? Her brother is in this school. Not in some deranged fairy land."

Sara rolled her eyes, "That hurt."

"Explain," I said, slowly slipping the dagger out of its pouch.

"Why should I?" Sara asked, "You'll find out soon enough."

And as fast as I could blink, she was gone.

I threw myself against the door for the fortieth time and then I groaned and dropped to the floor.

"This is hopeless," Daphne said.

"Told you," Red muttered under her breath.

Puck paused the movie, got up and stretched, "More popcorn…" He muttered, moving toward the Kitchen.

Pinocchio moved his leg out and Puck tripped, "No more popcorn." He declared.

Puck moaned, "You don't tell me what to do."

"You just finished your seventh tub. No more popcorn," Pinocchio glared.

Puck raised an eyebrow, reached into his pocket, smirked, pulled out a stink bomb, and threw it at Pinocchio. Then he got up and ran to the Kitchen before anyone could stop him.

Pinocchio was fuming, Red was staring at him with her mouth agape and Daphne was rolling on the floor laughing.

Pinocchio stood to get himself cleaned up.

Daphne sighed, "Wait up," She said, then she raised her wand and a blue cloud engulfed Pinocchio. A second later the cloud was gone and Pinocchio was all cleaned up.

Pinocchio dusted off the non-existent dust from himself, scowled at the door Puck just entered and went to sit on the sofa.

Red rolled her eyes and Daphne stifled a giggle.

A second later there was a faint ding from the kitchen and Puck came through the door carrying a full tub of popcorn. He jumped on the couch, sending some of the popcorn flying out of the bucket.

Puck searched for the remote but it wasn't where he left it, "Where…?"

Daphne held it up.

"How did you…?" I faintly asked.

"Magic comes in handy. That move was totally wondersome,"

"Wonderful and awesome, right?" I asked.

Daphne nodded with a grin but it was quickly turned into a frown, "So how do we get out?"

"Oh, that's what you guys were trying?" Puck asked.

We stared at him.

"No, Puck, Sabrina was just trying to see how long it would take to dislocate her shoulder," Red said sarcastically.

Puck nodded, "Can I have the remote back?" He asked.

"She was being sarcastic!" I yelled.

"I still want the remote," he said.

"Not until you help us find a way out," Daphne declared, crossing her arms and gripping the remote tightly.

Puck groaned, "This is child labor," he complained.

"You're over a hundred years old," I snapped, "Suck it up."

Puck rolled his eyes and stuffed his face with more popcorn. In an instant, the tub and all the popcorn inside the tub and out, was gone.

"Ok," Puck said, "You crossed the line."

He reached in his pocket for some stink bombs but they were gone. Puck seemed to get angrier by the second. When he realized that Daphne also took his sword, steam was practically coming out of his ears.

"Go and find us an exit we could use tonight," Daphne said, making sure there were no loopholes in her command.

Puck huffed and stomped up the stairs.

"He's not really going to do what you said, is he?" Red asked.

"I doubt it," I said.

After ten minutes, the overwhelming happenings of the day got to me and I nodded off to sleep.

A/N suckish, I know. If anyone has ideas on making this story better, please comment some constructive criticism. Sorry.—May (Ps. For those of you who want me to get a Beta, I'm thinking on it.) Was this chapter confusing?