Ottsel of the Ages: Chapter 5 is here......sorry to keep you all waiting!

Evy & Brooke: Finally! Jeez your so slow!

Haley: Is this my chappie to shine?

Ottsel of the Ages: Well this is your chapter but...your really not gonna want to shine.....eheh

Haley: WHAT DO YOU DO TO ME!??

Brooke: Don't make me sick Ralph on you again... :)

Ottsel of the Ages: Ok! Ok! Please no Ralph (shudders)......I don't make anything that bad happen to you...uh.....(gulps) stay tuned to find out!

Disclaimer: Why must I repeat over and over that I DO NOT OWN THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS, OK? If wishes came true I would, but they don't so I don't. Happy now? The characters I create are MINE...so don't even think about stealing them!

Quick replay of the last chapter to fill yous in if you don't understand something:

Lock, Shock and Barrel got there own place after Oogie Boogie's sudden disappearance and his manor was blown to bits by the Halloween Townsfolk. Yes, Oogie Boogie had been paying them for their services to him in the past (don't ask me, I haven't figured it out yet, for all I know Oogie could have been dirt poor, but this is my fic and what I says goes, so there) and they saved up then -viola- they bought there own place and the stuff for it with much left. Sometimes they do some tasks for other people but only if it has a good pay. Other times they enjoy stealing and pulling pranks. Even though Lock is 19, Shock 18 and Barrel 17. That should be good enough I guess.

Also before we begin a few warnings: this is the chapter where the strong language and violence begins. I warned you.

Chapter 5

Where am I?

The only things Haley remembered were that she and her two closest best friends snuck out , broke into a restricted abandoned manor and fell into darkness. Then she drew a complete blank. What a headache.

She snapped open her eyes and looked around quickly. 'Where am I? Where the hell am I?' Haley thought franticly.

She tried moving her arms but found she couldn't. Looking up she saw she was chained up in what seemed like a dungeon. Her wrists and ankles were both bound to the wall by thick steel chains, her hands were above her head and her ankles under her, making it very uncomfortable.

Very freaked out she looked around and let out a small whimper, "Brooke, Evy? Are you guys there? Hello?"

When she wasn't answered she hung her head and started thinking. 'Well, I know that I'm nowhere near my home, nor my friends. The only thing I can do is wait till someone comes down here and explains.'

A small feeble tear ran down her left cheek. Haley then yanked furiously at the chains and screamed in frustration and angry.

"Let me out dammit!" At no response she screamed again and another tear ran down her cheek.

Suddenly footsteps were heard coming near her cell then it opened. A tall figure entered and walked over t her then crouched down. Haley kept her head down.

"Ah, your awake. Thats good." Apparently the figure was male, he had a deep strong voice. He then lifted her chin to look up at him, and since it was pretty dark, she couldn't see his facial features.

"Time to go see someone. Lets go." He took out a set of keys and unlocked her chains then motioned for her to follow.

She got up slowly then leaned against the wall glaring at him, quickly wiping away her tears. She rubbed her wrists where the chains started to cut into.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, until I know what the fuck is going on and who you are! And where am I?" Haley screamed at him desperately wanting to go home.

The male turned around and chuckled dryly. "Yes you are. Now come along or I shall have to use force."

"No I'm not." Haley's voice wavered slightly and she pressed her back closer to the wall behind her.

"Fine," he shrugged moving towards her, "then you'll come the hard way." He was about a foot from her when she started to think of something.

Haley swung out her leg to try to make him trip. Instantly he grabbed her leg and twisted it causing her to flip. With one last quick swooping movement, she ended up on his shoulder.

"H-how'd you?" Haley stuttered.

"Reflexes. You could do wonders with training. Your perfect for it. What's your name?" He smiled and started walking out of the dungeon with Haley securely on his shoulder.

Haley smiled a bit then poked his back roughly. "Explanation first, name after. I can't promise I won't try to lie."

He snickered. "Fine, fine. But I doubt you'll be able to lie or want to when your offered."

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Haley was starting to get pissed and confused.

He shook his head and continued walking. Outside the dungeon was a staircase. Then another one. He sighed. "Can I trust to to walk by yourself?"

She scoffed. "I suppose." 'He didn't say I had to walk with him.' Haley thought slyly.

He then set her down and motioned her to follow. Instead, she darted in the opposite direction he was facing and kept running.

He growled angrily and took sprinting after her.

She kept making turns looking for a door or window or climb out or escape. Unfortunately, her last turn lead her straight into a dead end. "Well shit," she muttered backing into the nearest corner.

His footsteps grew nearer and he was now right in front of her, she backed closer into the shadows, he was looking right at her. He turned and started walking away. Haley didn't see the smirk playing on his face as he turned. THen she stepped quietly out of the shadows she peered around the corner. He was gone!

Haley began walking a few steps when she felt someone blowing in her ear, so she turned and there was nothing there. Something blew in her other ear and she turned around again to find nothing. To be careful she began turning around all the away a few times then stopped, she felt strong arms slid around her waist.

"Your a strange girl." She realized he had been doing it the whole time. She tried to get him off but his grip was firm.

He pulled her up and carried her towards the stairs again. Then he looked at her and frowned and continued carrying her up the stairs.

After the stairs they went through a pair of double doors (you know the kind the cowboys had in their salons except these were full doors) and the doors locked behind them. He brought her before a chair which seemed to have a very large, very full, patched up potato sack sitting on it. It chuckled harshly.

"Is that the girl that you were talking about. Hm, let me see her." It had a deep male voice, and as she was put down and pushed forward she saw it more clearly. It had deep holes for eyes and a slit like mouth and stubby limbs. She looked right at it and shuddered.

"You want an explanation don't you? Well, Slice here found you lying on the ground and recommended that you might be useful to us. I am Oogie Boogie, what's your name girl?"

Before she could shut her mouth the words slipped out. "H-Haley, where am I?"

"Hm. Well, Haley, you will be working for me. One of my agents you could say. I will give you mission to be fulfilled, and you will do them. You will be rewarded if you are successful, if you are not, heh, lets just say I won't go easy on you."

Haley thought it over. "What kind of rewards? And what's the catch?"

Oogie Boogie smirked. "Anything you'd like, money.....freedom..." He trailed off.

"Well, er, Mr. Boogie," she paused and thought 'that does not sound right at all!' then continued, "I will certainly consider this rather tempting proposition, where am I staying, the faster I'm comfortable, the faster my mind will be made up."

Oogie Boogie narrowed his eyes and smiled wickedly, "Perfect, Slice will show you your room, I expect your answer tomorrow, and that is and order not a request."

He turned and motioned her to leave. She turned to Slice who grabbed her hand and lead her to another door which opened automatically and locked behind them. It was then in the brighter light that Haley could see Slice properly. He had jet black hair that was shorter in the back and got slightly longer in the front, he had bangs that covered his eyes, which from what she saw were dark green. His face was extremely pale but not yet white. His hands were clad in fingerless leather gloves, white bandages wrapped around his wrists were tinged with red. A black trench coat with heavy chains across it covered his upper body. On the bottom half, he wore baggy black pants with sharp thing hanging off them. Haley couldn't make them out. And lastly black boots covered his feet.

Haley looked at him will he lead her, unaware of where he was taking her. Her eyes lingered on the bandages, staring at the red tinges. Blood perhaps? 'I wonder what happened to him, I'll ask him later I guess.'

They stopped at a door and Slice pushed it open. Her mouth feel open. It was beautiful! The walls were dark crimson, a large bed with black sheets and pillows, the bedside table was a dark wood and a small black couch was next to the windows. Across the bed was a large wardrobe on the other side of the room.

"This is your room. Haley?" He looked down at her.

Her attention snapped back to him and she looked up at him. 'Wow he's tall.' Haley thought. "What?"

Slice smiled a bit. "Please, seriously consider Oogie's proposition, you might learn something or gain something. It's not all that bad here and the pays good too." His hand flicked his bangs from his face and looked at her with the green eyes. "Good night."

Haley looked into his eyes and smiled. "Don't worry, I will. Good night Slice."

Slice shut the door and walked back to his own room.

She kicked off her shoes and walked over to the bed and flopped down onto it, sighing.

'I don't really have a choice do I? I have to work for him either way you put it. Besides it might be cool, and I could look for my friends on these missions. Evy. Brooke. I really do hope their ok. I don't know what I'd do without them. What about Slice? THe thing he said about training? What will that be? Jesus, I'm so confused.' She took a deep breath and let it out. 'I'll do it. I'll work for the talking potato sack Icky Booger, or whatever his name is. Who knows, after I find Brooke and Evy, I might leave with some extra dough.'

Haley rubbed her temples and muttered, "Too much thinking." Then she crawled under the covers, too tired to change, and slowly fell asleep staring at the ceiling.

Ottsel of the Ages: Ending it here folks. Review and tell me how it was and if you want leave some suggestions or whatever. I very much appreciate my reviewers! Ta ta for now!