Disclaimer: If I owned Lizzie Mcguire do you really think I would be writing stories on fanfiction.net? Me no think so! (I do own Kevin!) Sorry this is so short I'll make it up to you though.lol. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kevin's POV

As I came closer to my home I had left three years ago, I felt a strange sensation. I had the feeling something was wrong. I could see the light green house with a darker trim through the trees, but there were vehicles there. None of which belonged to me.

As I pulled into the driveway a small, muscular man walked briskly up to the car.

"What are you doing here?", he asked bluntly, "this is private property!"
"I know," I answered back, confused, as I stepped out of my car, " mine."
"Not anymore!" growled the man as he pulled out a gun. I dove to the ground as a bullet sunk into the side of my car. I kicked the mans feet out from under him and spin-kicked the gun out of his hand. Only to find myself surrounded by many other men with guns.
As the man got up and brushed himself off he said, "No one messes with Jason." Then to his guards, "Looks like we've got another captive here boys.
Another? I wondered to myself, and then all I saw was blackness.