A/N - this is probably terrible. Oh well . . Read on!

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Zack ran down the hall at full tilt, not even bothering to say sorry to the people he knocked into as he went. He was screaming his best friend's name, tears streaming down his face, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

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Freddy was standing at his locker talking to his 'friend' of the moment, Erica, when he heard someone calling his name. He knew who it was and turned to see Zack running towards him.

"Freddy," he gasped. He was a mess. His face was blurry and twisted intoa pained expression. But what drew Freddy's attention was the paper clutched in Zack's hand.

"No," Freddy whispered, staring at the paper and ignoring Erica. "Not another one." Zack held out the paper with trembling hands, which Freddy took, opened, and read. It was shockingly disturbing.

Her blood is read

Her eyes are blue

She cries all night

She's wanting you

And, the most sickening of all, a lock of brown hair taped underneath the message. Her hair.

"Oh god!" Freddy gasped. "Katie —"

Erica, not used to be being ignored, looked over Freddy's should at the note.

"Oh my god — " she echoed Freddy, reaching forward and touching the hair. The tape ripped off and the hair fell to the floor. "Oh! I'm sorry!"

But, once again, neither Freddy nor Zack was paying any attention to her. Underneath the hair was another message, one that chilled all three of them to the bone.

Katie's not the only one I have . . .

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Dewey looked around the crowded room, noting the desolated looks and swollen, red eyes. He shook his head. Two gone from their midst now, both of them best friends. Those who seemed the most affected by it were Zack and Freddy. They sat side by side, Zack plucking the stings of his guitar without thought; Freddy hitting his head on his hard-hat dully, make a crashing noise every time. They'd been the ones who'd found out both times; the second time, they'd figured out who'd disappeared. First Katie was gone; Zack (understandably, since they were going out) had gotten her letters. Who would get Summer's notes?

"Um . . . Guys," Dewey said, nervously. Most of the band looked at him blankly, their eyes either empty or filled with pain. Zack kept on plucking random notes, not realising that he was playing Katie's favourite song. Freddy kept on making the crashing noises, knowcking his head on his hard-hat. "We'd — We'd better watch out for each other. All the girls should be sleeping over at a boy's house. Until we get — Them back."

"But how will we get them back?" Tomika's voice was desperate. Dewey thought carefully about what he was going to say.

"Well, as soon as we get a ransom demand —" The crashing stopped.

"We're not going to get a ransom demand." Freddy spoke up for the first time since finding out it was Summer who had been taken. "He doesn't want money. He wants them — For his own sick, twisted purposes."

Dewey knew he was right. Whoever had taken Katie and Summer was a freak, all right. But Dewey also knew the type of 'sick, twisted purposes' the guy might be wanting.

Rape.

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Erica was waiting for Freddy at his locker the day. When he walked up, she put her hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Their emptiness shocked her.

"Freddy?" she asked as he opened his locker without speaking. "Are you —" And then she screamed.

Rose petals fell out of Freddy's locker. Black rose petals, and a folded piece of paper. He bent down and, shaking, picked up the paper, unfolded it, and read. Erica watched his eyes speed from side to side, watched them widen in shock. He dropped the note, stumbled backward a few steps, and then leaned against a locker, tears shining in his eyes.

Erica picked up the note.

She really is a beauty, isn't she?

If you once liked her you have lost your chance,

If you've never seen her cry, you should see,

She's more lovely when these moments are her last.

She loves you more than you will ever know,

But you'll never give her the time of day,

I told her "Summer, you should just let go,

You'll never get him, he'll just walk away."

But Summer trusts you, she says you're not bad,

Though I try to tell her you're a jerk,

She says, "He doesn't realise what he had,

And I'm in love with Freddy Jones' smirk."

I could have had her but she's lost in you,

And now I guess there's nothing left to do . . .

Erica gasped.

"She loves you?" Freddy's eyes snapped open.

"If this can be believed. And if it can . . . Then I love her too."

And he walked away.

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FIRST CHAPTER UP! YAY FOR ME!