Control Freak
By ToT
Don't own 'em.
AN: Only nine more chapters after this one. YAY!!
Shout Outs~
Slick: Eh, I sometimes update, and other times I don't because ff.net ish stupid and won't let me. pouts
Spotted One: grins HAPPY BIRTHY-DAY~!!!! And hormones are okay. pats on back. ^_^
Chronicles Bailey: evil grin It all comes together, m'dear friend. It all comes together. ponders Well, except the year; that's just in a future time sometime. Otherwise.it all comes together. XD
Chapter Three
The next morning in class, I noticed another empty seat. Usually, the seat belonged to the star basketball player. He had broken his ankle the week before and had been placed on the bench. Behind his back, we all called him Gimpy or Crutchy, but never to his face.
Only I knew what had happened to him. Only me and one other person.
I glanced around the room, focusing on everyone and I pulled out my notebook. Quietly, I began making notes of everyone that was missing, everyone that was left, everyone that I thought could be calling me.
I was looking for a pattern.
There *had* to be a pattern.
After classes got out, I stayed after and sat in a hallway trying to figure It out. It was only targeting teens and there really was no pattern otherwise. Not yet. But, at the time, I didn't know if It was going to strike again. Or where. Or when.
Little did I know that I was going to witness my first Vanishing.
Don't own 'em.
AN: Only nine more chapters after this one. YAY!!
Shout Outs~
Slick: Eh, I sometimes update, and other times I don't because ff.net ish stupid and won't let me. pouts
Spotted One: grins HAPPY BIRTHY-DAY~!!!! And hormones are okay. pats on back. ^_^
Chronicles Bailey: evil grin It all comes together, m'dear friend. It all comes together. ponders Well, except the year; that's just in a future time sometime. Otherwise.it all comes together. XD
Chapter Three
The next morning in class, I noticed another empty seat. Usually, the seat belonged to the star basketball player. He had broken his ankle the week before and had been placed on the bench. Behind his back, we all called him Gimpy or Crutchy, but never to his face.
Only I knew what had happened to him. Only me and one other person.
I glanced around the room, focusing on everyone and I pulled out my notebook. Quietly, I began making notes of everyone that was missing, everyone that was left, everyone that I thought could be calling me.
I was looking for a pattern.
There *had* to be a pattern.
After classes got out, I stayed after and sat in a hallway trying to figure It out. It was only targeting teens and there really was no pattern otherwise. Not yet. But, at the time, I didn't know if It was going to strike again. Or where. Or when.
Little did I know that I was going to witness my first Vanishing.
