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Chapter Eight

Lizzie's room

All the doors were locked. Lizzie, Miranda, and Gordo were sitting in Lizzie's room, tapping their fingers.

"So." Miranda said. "You guys aren't scared, are you?"

Lizzie looked up. "I.I am.kind of.yeah."

Gordo was still looking at Lizzie. "Huh? Yeah.a little bit."
Miranda drummed her hand on the chair.

"Yeah.so am I." She whispered.

"Oh.crap." Lizzie said. "We forgot to lock the basement door. I.I'm not going down there."
Someone tapped on the door. They all jumped. Matt walked in.

"Mathew McGuire! Don't ever scare us like that again!" Lizzie stammered.
He was wearing his PJs, and holding a water gun.

"L.L.Lizzie? Someone's pulling into our driveway.and it's.n.it's NOT a Mazda." Matt whispered.

They all looked out the window. Matt wasn't lying. A Jeep was pulling in.it looked green, but it was hard to tell in the dark.

Someone walked out of it. They were wearing a long coat, and their face was covered up. They rang the doorbell.

"D.don't answer." Lizzie said. "Lock the door to my room."
Matt walked over, and locked the baby blue knob. They all sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, stairing at the door as they heard the doorbell ring numerous times. It stopped ringing. They turned off all the lights in her room so the person couldn't see them. Her cell phone rang.
"H.Hello?" She answered.
"Too late, hunny. I saw you."
The phone clicked.

"Matt, get under the bed. Miranda, shut the blinds, Gordo, lean my desk against the door."
The vent in her room lead to the basement, and the could hear someone opening the basement door.
"S.stupid.b.basement door." Matt said, getting under the bed.
After the blinds were shut, and the door was blocked, Lizzie picked up her cell.

"No battery.I left the charger downstairs." she whispered.
"What?!?!" Miranda whispered back.

* Gordo's POV "
A stream of moonlight comes in through the blinds and lands on Lizzie's face. Here I am, about to get my head chopped off by a murder, thinking about how beautiful Lizzie is. I don't know what's wrong with me? Could there be worse timing for me to start getting a crush on my best friend?

* Narrarator *
Someone walking upstairs could be heard.

"I know where your room is, Lizzie." They heard a voice they recognized.

"C.Claire." Lizzie whispered.
The door started shaking. Lizzie started sobbing silently. Miranda held her hand tightly.
"Lizzie McGuire," Gordo whispered.
Lizzie looked at him.
"I.I.you." He couldn't find any words in his head. They were all lost in his confusing emotions. He gave her a short, sweet kiss and held her other hand. Lizzie didn't answer. She didn't know what to answer, she just sobbed quietly unto his shoulder. By the time the door started to peep a crack, Gordo's sleeve was drenched in tears. The tears of the most important person in his life. "L." he thought. He would not let her die. The door cracked open more and more.
"Miranda, Gordo. Protect Matt. L.She wants me.I'm Lizzie.L.save yourselves. Let her have me."
Gordo shook his head. "No." he said.
Miranda held her tightly.
Finally, the desk gave way and crashed onto the floor. The door swung open.
"Lizzie," Claire stood infront of them. Her face was blocked by a ski mask, but the long, curly hair and cruel voice could not be mistaken.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie. You and your little friends. 'Oh how I wish I were Kate, or AT LEAST Claire.' At least Claire, always.always,always." She flicked a lamp on. The dim light cast shadows upon the walls.
"You're making a mistake, Claire. You need help." Miranda said.

"Oh shut up!" she screamed. She pulled out a knife. It's long, slender, sharp tip was coated in dry blood.

"You know who's this is?" She whispered, smiling. "That's Ethan's, sweetie. Your heart throb.Ethan."

She laughed, and grabbed the bed sheets, and held the knife against Lizzie's throat, reaching for her gun. She pointed it at Lizzie, while she tied the bed sheets around Gordo, Matt, and Miranda, attaching Lizzie's only hopes to the bedpost. She tied them tightly. Lizzie stood in fear.
* Gordo's POV *
"I'm at the most three feet away from her. Just three feet away.I need to save her.I can't get out.Lizzie.Why couldn't I have said, "I love you, Lizzie."? Why couldn't I have talked her out of trying to play detective? Why couldn't I have saved her when I had the chance?
* Narrarator *
Lizzie started crying. Miranda screamed hysterically, telling Claire how sick she was.
"Oh, I know I'm sick, dearie. Sick of you, and you, and everyone who made me popular just because I was Kate's friend!" She yelled.
A tear fell down Gordo's cheek. "Just three feet away," He whispered. In the corner of his eye, he saw Matt's water gun.
The knife neared Lizzie's throat.
Just three feet away.
Gordo reached for the water gun. His arms were to tightly tied.
Just three feet away.
The knife felt cold against Lizzie's bare skin.
Just three feet away.
Gordo finally reached the water gun.
"Thanks, Matt." He whispered.
"Throw it," Matt said, as softly as he could.
Just three feet away. Three feet to aim. A three foot throw. If he missed, Lizzie was gone.
The knife slowly cut into Lizzie's skin.
Gordo threw it. His tied arms made it an odd throw, but sure enough, it was headed for Claire's head.
"Hey Claire!" he yelled.
She turned around to face him.
"Think fast." He said.
What luck was intended for that day was unbelievable. The metal cap of the water gun happened to be the part that hit Claire right in the temple. The blood came out slowly as she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Lizzie tried to smile, but she was sobbing too much. She untied them, and returned Gordo's kiss.
Just three feet away.