Hey everybody I didn't realize the amount of spelling and grammatical errors that were in this original chapter so I give you my gravest apologies and hope this chapter is improved. Enjoy!

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A shot of red flickered out of the corner of his eye and he immediate felt his stomach muscles tense as he heard the short but plentifully scream of Eva. The sound of a car backfiring followed shortly after. And at the sound both men ignored each other's presents and proceeded to the source of the noise.
The driveway was silent and no moving cars were present and only one screeched before them pulling dramatically from the lot, shutting off their headlights and knocking over yard statues in their way. A sudden and comprising fear ran threw Toad as his eyes began scanning the area for Eva...yet no movement came to his view. The guy Eva had called Colin quickly recognized the lacking of her presents too for he didn't hesitate to retract his gun and grab Toad by the collar holding him firmly to a oak tree: a gun pressed firmly to the side of his face.

"You tell me where she is now!" He yelled, his voice echoing through the empty yard and hollow parking lot. After occupying the title he had held for so long Toad could always sense a killer, maybe it was something about their movements, their voice, or the lack of caring in their eyes...it was always visible and Toad could see it clearly in the way his finger held the angle of the gun so perfectly and threatening.

"I don't freaken know!" He yelled right back immediately deciding that that probably wasn't the best plan of action. And he found his theories correct as he was awarded with a firm punch to the side of his face. Normally Toad simply would of kicked him in the sensitive spot at the back of the knee, gabbed him by the back of his neck and snapped his spine in half before he would of even had time to register what was happening...but for some reason it didn't seem justified. Like it wasn't worth the consequences

Consequences...now there was a new concept.

"Hey boss! Take a look at this!" Shouted his friend from the distance. Colin didn't take his eyes from Toad for a second as he backup into the same areas where his shouting friend was. And when arrived he was handed a small piece of paper, with ink sinking threw the thin material. Toad got up at the look of horror that flooded his face, but before he could have time to react Colin came back to him with even more rage.

"This is your fault!" He seemed to hesitate before continuing as though he was afraid someone was listening to their conversation. The piece of paper fell to his knees and he picked it up pushing it closer to his eyes, now desperately wishing he had thought to bring his goggles with him.

Frog-

Toulon Square 6pm Come alone or she dies.

The threat was almost amusing if it wasn't so premature and unnecessary. Yet the unreeling fact was that they were perfectly capable of killing her... He shook his violently.

"It's you they want isn't it!?" Colin shouted into the night, not letting him answer. "I don't know who took Eva but your going to get her back! If I find anything suspicious in any way I will come after you and make sure you suffer the most painful death imaginable..."

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Detective Warren approached the silent house with caution. He knew as well as everyone else that the news he was about to deliver was not good, but then again as he stopped to think it's not exactly bad either. He knew that neutral news was almost as alarming to parents as bad news. But glancing at his watch he realized that the hour required an update. He stopped walking and stood near the main step before the patio, he sighed deeply just grateful that the newscaster's vans had left to catch the evening news and that they weren't here now to witness this unpleasant action.

He raised his hand to knock on the oak door that now stood in front of him, but his action was interrupted by the door being opened on the other side.

"Any word?" Asked the disheveled father in front of him. The detective made the gesture of scratching his nose but nodded a firm no. He wasn't sure but he swore he saw the man in front of him grow at least a year older. He stood back to let the Detective in and watched as the man made his way through his home and to his kitchen table.

Robert shuffled his hands through his quickly graying hair and folded his hands into each other looking at his fingers intensely.

"I realize everyone in your department is giving their best efforts...but I have to say I'm getting just slightly impatient at the thought of my daughter being held hostage by a mutant you can't find!" He lashed out on the chair and pushed it across the room violently not caring about the scratch marks it would leave behind.

"Mr. Jackson we have officers all over the state, our men taking guard at toll booths, train stations, airports, and bus stations...

"Well that's obviously not helping now it is?! My daughter is out there in only God knows what kind of danger, and you people are just sitting around waiting for this guy to show up with her?"

"Sir, we will find your daughter and the people that took her. I realize your upset but your emotion isn't productive so maybe you should just calm down..."

"Calm down?" Robert imitated. "You have got to be joking! My daughter has been missing for well over 24 hours! I know the statists detective Warren and according to the odds she's already..." His words were cut off by the sound of a frustrated sob. He leaned over the sink and took his hands to the cold tile that lye next to it. He felt the detective get up and move to his side, the sympathy he felt for the older man was evident yet he did not try to attempt an apology or explanation he just repeated a phrase Robert had heard the previous evening.

"I will bring her back..."

And after that the room remained silent. The Detective stayed just a moment longer before reminding the older man he would keep in touch at the first signs of any new developments and then he let himself out of the home, and on his way back to his car he sighed and paused. Knowing very well the same statists that Robert Jackson did.