They finally arrived to their treehouse. They searched for Numbuh 3. "Numbuh 3?" "Where are you?" Numbuh 4 shouted. "She probably isn't home yet, Numbuh 4." "Looks like we've got this place to ourselves until she gets home." Numbuh 1 put his schoolbag on the couch. He went for a drink of water and came back. "So, Numbuh 4." "Let's chat, shall we?" "Hmm?" Numbuh 4 and his friend sat down together. "o, tell me, do you like someone in our class?" "Who is the love of your life right now?" Numbuh 1 was curious about who Numbuh 4 liked. Well..." Numbuh 4 blushed. "Yeeess?" Numbuh 1 said in Numbuh 4's tone of voice as he approached his face, leaning in. "Hmm?"
"Well, let's talk about a...umm.. guy...who umm...likes another guy..." "Numbuh 4!" Numbuh 1 gasped. "You're not a uhh...yaoi person are you?" Numbuh 1 looked at him suspiciously. Numbuh 4 blushed. "Ah-hah!" Numbuh 1 snapped. "You're gay!" "Just as I suspected!" Numbuh 4 turned his head the other direction. "It's okay, pal." "I understand how you feel." He gently turned his head towards him."You finally came out your closet, Numbuh 4." "I'm proud of you." He smiled. He looked at him lovingly. "I'm gay too." "Well... I'm bi." "Coming out of the closet is the toughest thing a man can do."
"It is?" Numbuh 4's eyes widened at his leader. "Yes." Numbuh 1 replied softly. They both gazed at each other with love. Their faces drew closer to each other's. Their lips touched. Their kiss was interrupted by a sound of a turning knob. "Numbuh 3!" Numbuh 4 shouted."She's home, now." "Whoa, Numbuh 4!" "Why are you so excited?" Numbuh 1 raised an eyebrow. Then he realized Numbuh 4 was crushing on both him and Numbuh 3. He thought, "Hey, I'm not gonna say anything, okay?" "Hello, Numbuh 3." He smiled.
Numbuh 1 was feeling quite cranky that afternoon. His friends invited him for studying with them, but Numbuh 1 refused. "Are you okay, Numbuh1?" Numbuh 3 asked. "I'm a bit worried about you." "You're not yourself today." "Is everything all right?" "I'm okay." Numbuh 1 muttered. "I don't need any help." "I'll just step outside for a little walk." "Maybe that would calm my nerves." "But I guess I will study with you guys afterwards." " 'Kay?" Numbuh 3 and 4 agreed. They sat at a table to do their homework, while Numbuh 1 headed out the door.
"I'm worried about Numbuh 1, Numbuh 3." Numbuh 4 said while writing. "He told me that he had a problem in school, but he didn't want to tell me the details." "Do you think he'll be alright?" "Well, I don't know." "It probably seems like a personal problem since he didn't want to tell you." Numbuh 3 insisted. "Maybe." Numbuh 4 sighed. "I just wish everything with him will go well." "Numbuhs 2 and 5 are gone now." "The only ones left are you, me, and our own leader." "I'm a bit scared." "Scared?" "Why are you scared, Numbuh 4?" She turned a page on her science textbook. "There's nothing to fear." "We have our leader." "Everything will be alright." "Yeah." Numbuh 4 gazed out the window.
"I guess so."
Numbuh 1 walked slowly down the street. He had a feeling something bad was about to go down. He didn't know what to do. He felt his body grow cold. But it was warm outside. Fall was the season that little kids would get kidnapped and killed, or even raped. Numbuh 1 was worried this would happen to him. Suddenly, he heard some footsteps behind him. Was someone stalking him? He was too scared to turn around. He walked faster. He finally decided to look behind him. No one was there. Maybe it was his imagination. He suddenly felt some hands grabbing his rear end. He turned around. No one. He was really scared. Who is stalking him? Perhaps someone wanted to ask Numbuh 1 for directions. He stopped to think. Some hands loomed over Numbuh 1's mouth. Then they grabbed the boy. Numbuh 1 couldn't breathe.
Numbuh 1 was taken into a rusty old car. His hands and feet were tied up and he's been blindfolded. Some cloth was tied to his mouth.He muffled his groans and whimpers. He couldn't see what was going on. He wanted to get out of this. All he could hear was the squealing of the car's tires and some men laughing. Numbuh 1 squirmed. He felt someone grab his shirt and rip it right off his body. He whimpered.Then he felt a sharp pain in his arm. It felt like a needle. Numbuh 1 felt everything go black. He fell asleep.
Several hours later, he woke up. He felt really numb. His buttocks hurt so much. He also felt bare. Was he raped or something? He couldn't see anything. Finally, the blindfold was removed from his eyes. He noticed that he was in a dark room. The lights flickered on.Numbuh 1 squinted his eyes and saw a teenage boy. He looked seventeen. "So, Nigel." "We meet again." Nigel couldn't talk since he had duct tape strapped on to his mouth. He looked at the boy with hate. "You were quite delectable to my body." "I think I'll keep you in here until I feel like releasing you."
Numbuh 1 knew this boy. He was assaulted by him in his school. He felt really scared now. He squirmed in the bed he was on. "Don't squirm, little one." "I won't hurt you." The teen came closer to the smaller boy. The teen had a baseball bat. Numbuh 1 muffled a scream. Then the teen was beating Numbuh 1 with the bat. He then had a small pocket knife in his hand. He scratched Numbuh 1's neck with it.Bits of blood gushed from his neck. Only in little drops. Numbuh 1 whimpered. He was being tortured by a teen he didn't even know well. The boy stopped hurting the little one. Numbuh 1 let out tears. He felt a lot of pain. "You know, what Nigel?" "It's late." "Little sexy boys should be in bed!" He wrapped him in a blanket and said goodnight to him. He slammed the door shut. Numbuh 1 cried. He sobbed himself to sleep. He was away from his family and friends. He felt angst.
"Whoa!" "What is taking Numbuh 1 so long?" Numbuh 4 exclamed. It's 10:00pm for cryin' out loud!" "Do you think something bad happened to him?" Numbuh 3 asked. "He sure is late!" "I don't know." Numbuh 4 sighed. "But I have an idea!" "Let's track Numbuh 1 with that communicator Numbuh 2 built last year." "What makes you think that will work this year?" Numbuh 3 asked. "It's worth a try." "Now, are you in this or not?" Numbuh 4 told her. "Alright." Numbuh 3 replied. They went inside Numbuh 2's old room and looked for it. "I could have sworn it was in here." Numbuh 4 said in frustation. "Found it!" Numbuh 3 yelled. "Great!" Numbuh 4 shouted.
They entered Numbuh 1's codename in the small computer. "Hmm, it doesn't seem to be traking anything." Numbuh 4 thought. They suddenly found an answer. Numbuh 1 was in an apartment building called, "The Rock." "I know where that is, Numbuh 4!" "My uncle lived there before he was killed." Let's go!" They both grabbed their 2x4 technology weapons and headed out the door. They ran to The Rock. It was a really tall building. "Wow!" Numbuh 4 exclamed. "This is hy-uge!" "Enough sightseeing, Numbuh 4!" "We don't have much time left!" "Now, the communicator says that Numbuh 1 is in room 403." "That means we should go to the 4th floor into the 3rd room." "C'mon!" They both ran to a nerby elevator.
They finally came to the 4th floor. They looked for the third room. They found it. It was dirty and rusty. "Eww." Numbuh 3 cringed in disgust. "Let's bust this door open." "If the owner of the house shows up, we'll kick the hell out of him!" They burned the door open with their laser shooter. The teen boy emerged from the flaming door and punched Numbuh 4. Numbuh 3 threw one blast at him but she missed.
"wat do you snot-nosed brats want?" He shouted. "We want our leader back!" Numbuh 4 shouted and punched the teen in his face. Both kids broke in and searched for Numbuh 1. The teen was numb, unable to move. They entered the dark room and flickered on the lights.
They found Numbuh 1 with a bit of blood on his body.
"Oh, no!" "He's been murdered!" Numbuh 3 exclamed. "No, he's still breathing!" Numbuh 4 replied. Their voices woke up Numbuh 1."Quick, get him out of those ropes!" They untied their leader. "Oh, thanks guys!" Numbuh 1 sighed and hugged Numbuh 4. "I though no one would come for me." "How did you guys find me here?" Numbuh 1 asked. "We used Numbuh 2's communicator." Numbuh 3 replied.
"Wow!" "How brilliant!" Numbuh 1 put on his shirt and his grey shorts. "Let's get out of here!" When they exited the room, they found policemen inside the house. "Brad Wilson, you are under arrest!" A policeman shouted. "Oh, so he was a registered criminal?" Numbuh 4 asked.
"Yes." A policeman replied. "He was cited once for molesting a classmate." "He's also a registered sex offender under 18." "But we finally caught him." Someone called us over." "Now you kids better get home before your parents realize you're gone!" The 3 kids agreed.
Back at the treehouse. Numbuh 3 was already asleep. Numbuh 1 just finished his homework. He was about to enter his room when Numbuh 4 showed up in front of him. "So, Numbuh 1." "Aren't you gonna thank me for saving you?" "Uhh, yes I forgot; thank you, Wally." He smiled.
"You're welcome, Nigel." Numbuh 4 smiled back. He hugged his friend. "So, was this your problem at school today?" He asked." "Yes"Numbuh 1 replied. "It was." "But for my courage, I guess I'm not scared of that anymore." They looked at each other with love and shared one last kiss for the day. "Good night, Numbuh 1." Numbuh 4 left. "Good night, Wally." Numbuh 1 sighed. He shut the door behind him...