A/N: First of all, thank you for all the reviews! They really keep us inspired.

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Okay now, this chapter contains the Portman/Fulton slash... it's not gross or anything. They're just together. If you don't like it then you can skip that part. We just wanted to put it in because we've never really written slash and we wanted to expand our horizons.

There's also some Rat.. *cough* um... Linda in this chapter. I hope you can live through that. Keep in mind we hate her just as much as all of you... that beast!Enjoy. PLEASE R&R!!!!! ~Beaner~

~*~*~ 12 a.m.- Chicago, IL ~*~*~
Portman turned off the TV and looked at the clock next to his bed- 12:00 A.M. He reached over to turn off the lamp. "Good night, Fulton," Portman said before rolling over on his side.
"G'night," Fulton replied closing his book and placing his glasses on the nightstand. Portman's eyes were growing heavy when suddenly all of the windows in the house began to break until it seemed that every one had been shattered. Portman's eyes shot open and he looked over at Fulton who was already sliding out of bed to see what was going on. The poodle, Spike, was howling, and the cat was running in circles. Portman jumped out of bed and joined Fulton as they walked around their house. Someone had thrown bricks through all of the windows. Portman walked into the kitchen to find a duck head tied to one of the bricks. He ran out of the house in disgust, only to find chopped up duck parts in the lawn. Fulton came running out of the house after Portman. "Oh my God," he murmured as he read the large sign that somebody had put up in the yard. It was a huge billboard with an upside duck that had x's for eyes. 'ALL DUCKS WILL DROWN' was the caption.

~*~*~ 9 a.m.- Philadelphia, PA ~*~*~
Beth walked into the kitchen and sat down across from Greg. Her four girls were all chasing each other around the house. "No running in the house," she yelled. "If you're gonna run around like little heathen children, then do it outside!"

"Beth," Greg said, "They were just playing around. Leave 'em alone."

"Shut up," she snapped. The girls walked outside to play. "Did you get the mail yet?"

"No." Goldberg said.

"Well, c'mon. go get it," she ordered, motioning to the door. Goldberg sighed as he stood and walked to the door to get the mail. He still didn't understand what had brought on Beth's sudden change in behavior. up until a few months ago she'd been great. He came back and threw the mail on the table. Beth picked it up and looked through it. "What the hell's this?" she asked looking at an envelope addressed to Greg. She handed it to him and watched curiously as he tore it open and pulled out a single piece of paper. The top was edge was ragged as though it had been torn and the note said

Quack, quack, quack
Isn't murder fun?

~*~*~ 6:30 a.m. Minneapolis, MN ~*~*~
Charlie hopped out of bed and into a pair of jeans. He grabbed a shirt out of the top drawer off the dresser. Linda turned under the sheets and groaned. She rolled out of bed and threw on a pair of sneakers and a jacket. She checked her watch, she was supposed to be picking up the bus right now.

"Why can't those little imps just walk to school," she whined, grabbing a jacket. Charlie walked out to the living room and plopped down on the couch.

"I'll see you tonight," she said, pecking Charlie on the cheek as he flicked on the TV from the couch. Linda trudged out to the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks.

"Ch-Ch-Charlie," she muttered. He got up off the couch and met her in the kitchen. He looked around at the walls that surrounded them.
Big read letters read

LET THE WHOLE WORLD KNOW THAT TODAY IS THE DAY OF RECKONING,
LET THE WEAK BE STRONG,
LET THE RIGHT BE WRONG,
ROLL THE STONE AWAY,
LET THE GUILTY PAY!!!!

Charlie's dog scrambled into the kitchen running into Charlie's leg, making him jump. Something warm dripped onto Charlie's nose. He looked up at the thick read blood that was plastered on the ceiling. 12 duck heads hung on strings from the ceiling with little signs underneath that read the names~ Guy, Connie, Adam, Julie, Jesse, Tammy, Fulton, Portman, Luis, Averman, Goldberg, and Charlie. Linda grasped Charlie's arm and yanked him out the door. Charlie slipped his cell phone out of his pocket and punched in the number of the only duck he still kept in touch with, Jesse.