The Detective's POV:

When I gotten to the location my last call told me, I figured that the attack hasn't began yet since there is no screaming, broken glass, etc. Hopefully this phone call is true because I spend a few days total getting here, finding a good place to watch the attack, and getting a few security toys (burglar alarms, locks, etc) to prevent anybody from sneaking up on me and I don't this to be a big waste of my time! I set myself up inside an abandoned music CD store across the supposed location of attack: the school. I unpacked the equipment I brought along for my safety (and entertainment) prior to and during the attack. "Lets see, laser microphone, cell phone, laptop and equipment, radio, binoculars, pen and notepad, .45 cal pistol (for protection, of course!), food and supplies, juggling balls and chess set (for my entertainment while here)". I settled in, have stew for lunch, and started waiting.

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I waited for a couple hours switching from listening on the microphone to juggling to playing chess against myself and back to listening. I, however, found one interesting conversation on the microphone to listen on. Its some students talking on a cell phone. The talking goes like this:

"THERE IS A BATTLE GOING ON AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS 'HELLO'!"

(Silence) (Remember, I hearing only one side of the phone)

"TOO BAD. YOU GET HERE RIGHT NOW! Click."

It wasn't the conversation that was interesting; it was the appearances of the people who talked. When I looked through the binoculars, they look much alike the girls in the picture of the monster attack. Ether they are the Mew Mews or I have a headache. I prefer the second choice. I decided to write it down on the pad and continue waiting.

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"The Detective speaking."

(Silence)

"Hello?"

"Are you near the location?"

It was the creepy voice that called me last time! "Yes but why do you want to know my location at this time?"

"Just wondering"

He is starting to scare me. "Who are you? Are you involved with the Mew Mews?"

"Lets just say I -hate- them."

The way he says 'hate' ticks me off. "Watch your tone!"

"I will… not!"

"Why did you call me anyway?"

"Let's just say that the attack will start in a couple of hours and you should see it!"

He hung up with an evil laugh.

I decided to keep watching but I kept the pistol with me because,

For some strange reason,

Why do I have a bad feeling that things are going to get ugly real soon?

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That phone call was correct. There was an attack a couple hours after the phone call. I had a pretty good view of the entire school from where I was staking out but it still didn't make sense, as it seemed that all the children of the school were just falling asleep for some unknown reason. What that reason I could not find out because as I was looking through my binoculars I felt something sharp against my neck. I heard "Not one muscle moves unless I tell it to. Now put down those things on you prying eyes." This voice was different than the one from the telephone, but I still obeyed. Then I asked, "Who are you?" I felt the sharp object on my neck get closer. The voice said "I'll ask the questions! Now, who are you?" By now I figured out the sharp object was actually really huge, like some kind of sword. And it was quite motivating. "You may call me the Detective. How did you get past my alarms?" He actually gave me a tiny cut on my neck for that. It hurt more then I imagined. I heard "You mean those little toys that you actually need to hear to be alerted. Silencing them was easy. Now, what do you seek here." I waited till to sword came even closer to my neck, if that was even possible. "I seek truth. I seek to understand what's really going on." I paused for a second. "Who are you?" I was answered with, "What do you fear more, death or the pain of death?" I defiantly said "Neither." The person behind me said "Wrong answer. When you come back to life be sure to tell the Mew Mews about Mafin, Lord of Pain!" Felt my throat cut and what he REALLY meant by the pain of death.

(a/n the person that did the last part usually does the aliens. Everything else was done by the author of the Detective)