Author's Note: I don't have anything at all to say. On with the credit!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
WoRdLiFeCeNa4: OMG! You must have been really hyper when you wrote the review you gave me! Lol. It is the longest review EVER! 5 STINKIN' KBs! That is A LOT for a review! Yes, I have realised that I have taken a slightly more violent turn in this story, but then again, the RAN series has always been full of assassins and murder. (Lovely sarcasm) Anyway, I don't think I will be staying on the violent path with my other stories. I'm only going to be like this while I write this sequel. Yes, there are other words we spell differently, but I'm not going to list them. I'm too lazy… : ) I know writer's block sucks out loud, but you have to hang in there. SHOO WRITER'S BLOCK, SHOO! Lol. Instead of answer you can use the term 'review credit'. That's what I use. Yes, this review is longer then the ones A. Nonymous has given me. I love the name Meredith. I wish that was my name… you're so lucky! Lol. Are you obsessed with writing the longest review? I mean… update asap much? Lol. I'm REEEEAAAAALLLLY sorry, but I have a lot of really good fans who review for every chapter. However, there are fans, and then there are super fans, and you're on the super fan list. : ) Thanks for the super long review! P.S. Do you have msn? Do you want to become contacts?
A. Nonymous: Wow, you come up with such great titles! I am going to use that! Thanks! Thank you also for the suspense comment. Don't worry; I'm going to explain about what happened in the restaurant. Thank you SO MUCH for not spoiling the 6th book for me! I hate it when people do that! Thanks for reviewing!
oddperson: Thanks for reviewing!
SpongeFan SquareFiction: Wow! Thanks you so much for all those really nice compliments. I think you are a really great writer too! I read Solitary Confinement and I liked it. Thank you so much! P.S. How did you know I was a female?
Chapter 4: The Fight
"Gone?" asked Sandy, horrified.
"Arrr, I don't know where he is. And…" Mr. Krabs gestured towards the mess. "I don't think this happened by accident."
Sandy approached the chaos and examined it with non-believing eyes. She thought that the one time was the only time. The only question was; was it done by the same person?
Patrick stood where he was, shocked that his friend had disappeared a second time. He knew that neither he nor Sandy forgot what had happened two months ago.
"Are you two going to be alright?" asked Mr. Krabs. He knew how close their ties with Spongebob had become after the incident.
Sandy didn't answer him. She kept on looking around at the mess, as if searching for some truth that Spongebob had really been taken. After minutes of searching she looked up at Mr. Krabs. Patrick could tell she was hoping without faith that either Mr. Krabs or Patrick would suddenly shout 'April Fools' but no words of such came from either mouth.
Sandy studied her feet; tears had come to her eyes. Patrick still stood in his place, shock still.
Mr. Krabs could tell that this was a sensitive moment. He did like Spongebob, but he knew that it wasn't really his place. "I'll leave ya to it then," he said. He left the kitchen and closed the door slowly behind him.
Sandy gave up with her false hope. All of a sudden, she completely fell apart. She cried louder than ever and flung herself at Patrick.
"Oh, Pat!" she cried between sobs. "It's happening all over again! It's all my fault! I should have made sure that Flats was really gone! What if something terrible has happened to him? How will I live with myself?"
Patrick was taken aback by Sandy's sudden outburst, but he tried to reassure her. "There, there," he said, patting Sandy on the back. "I'm sure he's okay." A split second before he finished what he was saying, Patrick realised he had just said the wrong thing.
"Okay! OKAY? Patrick, look at this!" screamed Sandy, gesturing to the mess and blood. "How can you say he's okay? He's GONE!" Sandy then went back to her flowing tears. "Oh, Pat, I'm sorry, it's just how will I be able to go on if he never comes back?"
"Don't worry, Sandy. I know he'll come back," said Patrick sympathetically.
"How do you know?" asked Sandy.
"Because he has you looking for him."
Sandy expressed a small smile. "That was really corny, Pat."
Both friends looked at each other and then gave a small laugh. "I was getting bored anyway," said Sandy, still a little teary-eyed. "I can use another adventure."
"We found him once, we can to it again!" expressed Patrick with a courageous flair. "It can't be any harder then the first time!"
"We'll find him no matter what," agreed Sandy. However, the two friends didn't know that this adventure would be harder then anything they had ever experienced…
Spongebob laid in the dark, he was not stirring. He had deep cuts in his side that seemed to be made by a knife. Dried blood was splattered on his clothes and skin. The only sign that he was alive was the occasional rise and fall of his chest.
Spongebob laid on the hard ground, unconscious and cold. However, the sound of harsh voices brought him back to consciousness. He opened his eyes and found himself in an unknown place. At first he thought he was in prison, for there was a barred door separating him from the rest of the room, but upon closer inspection he knew that it wasn't a prison. The room was very dimly lit. He could hear voices but could not see where they were coming from. His eyes soon adjusted to the darkness, and he could make out two silhouettes on the other side of the barred door. Spongebob strained to listen to what they were saying, hoping for a hint as to where he was being held.
"…I don't care what you think," said one of the shapes. "I will always be better than you!"
"Is that so?" asked the taller one in a mock voice. "Is that why the boss made me the head of this operation?"
"He only made you head because he wanted to give you a chance. Personally I think I would have done a lot better. You made a mess of that kitchen…"
"At least I was able to hurt him. The only thing you are able to do is wear yourself out," said the taller one.
"I didn't have any weapons. You, on the other hand, need to use a knife to harm a guy."
"I'll have you know that I have committed many murders without using so much as a toothpick."
"That is beside the point," retorted the shorter one.
"And what exactly is the point?"
"The point is that I'm a better assassin than you!"
"Is that why the boss favours me?" asked the taller one sarcastically.
"He just can't tell how great I am."
"Is that why you failed your mission twice?"
"Like you're perfect? You have failed too!"
The assassin fingered the knife around his neck. Spongebob could tell that the shorter one had struck a nerve. "I was working for tiny! You know he is no good at plans! He has failed his mission how many times?"
"That still didn't stop you from crushing the kid."
"You know as much as I do that the boss doesn't want us to kill him! However, I don't see why. It's not like they know each other in any way…"
"You never know," said the shorter one with most of the aggression in his voice gone. "After all, the boss is…"
"Don't you DARE say anything about the boss!" yelled the taller one.
Silence filled the room. For a while both assassins stared at each other.
"I don't even know why I'm wasting my time arguing with you," said the taller one. He opened the door leading out of the room and left. The shorter one just stood there, not sure what to do. He glanced at the place where Spongebob laid. Thankfully, Spongebob's face was in shadow, so the assassin could not see that he was awake. The assassin stood there for a while and then left.
Spongebob's brain started to buzz with questions. Were those figures the people that Spongebob thought they were? What mission were they talking about? Did he have a certain role in the operation? And most importantly, who was the boss they were talking about?
Spongebob shifted, uncomfortably. He didn't have a good feeling about any of this. He needed to find out what was going on. However, he was still very weak from the kitchen incident. Before he could answer any of his questions, sleep over took him, and he fell back into unconciousness.