DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lizzie, please don't sue.

ANOTHER: The song Do This Anymore is Nickelback's property.

And I hope that nobody gets offended by the band having to escape Jacksonville- I have nothing against Jacksonville, because I live in Florida for one thing, so I repeat- I do not have anything against the city of Jacksonville.
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Everyone awoke the next morning to the sound of Gregory knocking on their door, telling them that it wasn't safe in Jacksonville. Everyone got dressed and met in Greogry's room.

"What's this about, Greg?" Lizzie asked, confused as everyone else.

Gregory started to explain to everyone.

"About 3:00 this morning, I woke up to a strange sound. It sounded like someone was trying to unlock my door. It stopped after a few minutes, so I went back to sleep. A few minutes later, I woke up with a stinging on my right arm. I decided to ignore it, but when I woke up a few minutes ago, I found a few things that scared me."

Gregory first showed them his right forearm- there were cut scars on it, which formed into a pentagram. He then showed them a set of lockpicks, which explained the sound of the doorknob. Then, he showed them a letter, which read:

YOU HAD OUR FRIENDS LOCKED UP. ALL WE WANTED WERE HER CHILDREN, BUT OH NO, YOU COULDN'T HAND THEM OVER. SO IF IT'S NOT THE CHILDREN WE'RE GOING TO GET, IT WILL BE YOU.

Even though this letter was unsigned, they could all tell that it was obviously from Louis and Brian. But Gregory wasn't done yet.

"The clerk at the front desk said that around 4:30 this morning, two men in trench coats came up to her and knocked her out cold with brass knuckles. She woke up later to find them missing."

"So that means....." Miranda said.

"Louis and Brian have figured out where we are. So, here's the bad news. We can't stay tonight after the concert, we have to leave immediately, or our lives will be at a high risk. I've already made contact with the police, and they said that they would do their best to look for them."

Just at that moment, they heard someone knocking. They opened it up, and Tony walked in. He faced everyone, and started to speak.

"I found the weirdest thing this morning on my arm."

He showed them his right forearm, where the same kind of scars formed a pentagram. Gregory told Tony that he wasn't alone, showing him his scar.

"We're leaving right after the concert tonight." Gregory said. "I can drive for a long time, so I'm going to drive until I can't drive anymore, and then we'll stop somewhere."

Gregory was going to say more, but he heard people screaming outside. He looked out the window, and he yelled at what he saw- the REALITY tour bus was in flames, with most of the sound equipment inside. Everyone rushed over, and also reacted angrily. They knew that this was another scheme by Louis and Brian.

"Great! The sound equipment's ruined, but that's something we can fix. How do we get out of here?" Larry exclaimed.

"I've got a way out- I can't get a flight, but I can get us a train out of here." Gregory said. "The sound equipment's the only thing ruined in there, right? Everyone's got their luggage and instruments."

Gregory sat down, and called the train station. Everyone sat down and hoped that they got a way out of Jacksonville. After a few minutes, Gregory hung up and spoke.

"I got train tickets to San Diego. The train leaves at 1:00 a.m.- which will probably be about an hour after we finish packing everything up. So, call your folks, and tell them the plan, because they'll need to pick us up there."

Everyone did so, and their parents understood and promised to be there. They contacted the place they were performing, and found out that they had some spare sound equipment for them, which made things a lot easier that day.

After the concert that night, everyone packed as quickly as they could, got a cab, and headed to the train station. There, they found their train and rushed inside. They got their rooms, and everyone was nervous, waiting for the moment that the wheels started to move. Finally, after what seemed forever, they felt the train move. Everyone felt a huge sense of peace come over them- they were safe now.

LEFT ON AN EASTBOUND TRAIN

GONE FIRST THING THIS MORNING

WHY IS WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU

ALWAYS THE WORST THING FOR ME?

After everyone was relaxing in Lizzie's room, discussing on what to do about the damaged equipment, they looked to the door- two men in trench coats stood there, savage looks on their faces.

"Oh no." Lizzie said.

The two men went to grab something in their pockets, but Gordo and Tony got up and dealt both Louis and Brian a punch across the face. People who saw this started screaming, but the fight continued.

It wasn't long before security guards showed up and separated the two pairs.

"You two? Brian Vincent and Louis Franklin?" one guard asked.

WHEN AM I GONNA LEARN?

WHY? BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF HATING?

WHEN WILL IT BE YOUR TURN?

WHY? BECAUSE I'M TIRED OF WAITING

NO I DON'T, I DON'T, I DON'T

I DON'T FIND FAITH IN YOUR FORCED FEELINGS

NOT FOOLED BY YOUR MISLEADINGS

I WON'T BUY THE LINE YOU'RE SELLING

I'M TIRED OF THE LIES YOU'RE TELLING

I WON'T, I DON'T

I WON'T DO THIS ANYMORE

I WON'T, I DON'T

I WON'T DO THIS ANYMORE

After searching the two, they found what the two were grabbing for- revolvers that they had in their pockets. In no time, the two men were cuffed and escorted out with the guards.

Everyone decided that it was time to get some shut-eye. Gregory and Tony stayed up, and discussed a few more things to do, while the couples snuggled in their beds. Next stop, San Diego.
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That was chapter 18! So, is the band safe now? Find out next! Chapter 19 is on the way! See ya!