While all this 'activity' was taking place, HE was watching it all. HE laughed to himself as he watched the futile struggles of the pathetic band geeks. HE gripped the edges of his coffee mug tight. With a smirk HE turned towards the fallen director, Mr. Cree. The room was completely dark, except for the bright glow emitting from the TV monitors that HE was positioned in front of. There were no doors to see, or windows. To make it short, this is what happens when you let the principal watch Panic Room. Anywho, HE turned to the beloved band director of Bellefonte High.

"Ha! What say you that THAT? My minions will quickly surround those poor, helpless freshmen and take them as well! Ha! HA HA!"

Mr. Cree himself was sitting on a chair by the wall, hands tied behind to it with last year's confiscated yarn ball. He surveyed the scene with intense amusement. Sure he was worried, but who could watch a principal rant like that and keep a straight face? That's right, no one. Moving on, Mr. Cree decided to play along.

"Principal, you cannot win this! My students will come and vanquish your powers!"

"Ha! Haha! Hahahaha! I scoff at you! They will never make it! We will capture them one by one.."

"Wait a minute, who the heck are you talking about? Your 'minions' are a 54-year-old librarian and a greedy, smelly janitor. You DON'T HAVE minions! And the blood trails? What's up with that? You call ketchup and tomato soup a blood trail? What's the POINT OF EVEN HAVING ONE? And what's with the 'ha ha!' thing all the time? What exactly amuses you soo much?"

Principal grabbed his head, a vein popping out on his neck.

"Ah! NOO! TOO MANY QUESTIONS! Brain..OVERLOAD!"

Now it was the band director's turn to smirk.

"I don't know what YOUR disorder is, but I bet it has a lot of letters.."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Many classrooms and a couple hallways away, four freshmen wandered the deserted halls, armed naught with but a flashlight and an extra tube of GOO! that Tom had swiped from Sarah's clarinet case. A recovered Diana tugged on the back of Amanda's shirt.

"What do you want?" Amanda hissed.

"Um, why are we out here roaming the halls when there's a psychopath running around?"

Amanda rolled her eyes.

"Sara wants some donuts."

"Er.."

"Don't ask questions, less people get hurt that way."

As if to confirm this, Sara took that opportunity to flash Diana 'the look'. Tom himself was up with Sara, the GOO! being held firmly, ready to be dispensed. Diana arched an eyebrow.

"Sara, we're not out for donuts."

"Of course not."

"Then.."

"Since that bogus team couldn't do it, we going to!"

"Do what?"

"Rescue Cree!"

"But Sarah, if Danielle couldn't get there.."

Sara waved her hand, like it didn't concern her that much.

"Come on! We're freshmen! We got spunk, we got matzo!"

"Matzo?"

"Ugh. Are you coming on what?"

"Fine."

"But if I die I'm gonna kill you!"

So the band of four freshman trudged onwards, not needing the GOO!, except for in the stronger moonlit areas. This also meant however, that there were quite a lot of 'accidents'.

"Hey! Where's the door?!?!"

"Here, I'll open it for you. Just keep walking."

"Ok."

SMACK.

"AH! Oww..you little..."

"You dingy! I meant the other doors.."

"Ssh! Guys, be quiet!"

"Sorry."

And so the little freshies trekked further onwards, determined to find their missing directors, and not knowing that they were being followed.

Ooh, I know the suspense is killing you. Yeah, right, sure. Just review and get out. ;-) Further chapters coming soon.