Authors Notes: I am a huge fan of LJ Smith – especially forbidden game. 1 reviews gets the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, all I own is the plot. Forbidden game and everything about it belongs to LJ Smith. 

"Yes, it is ours!" cackled the shadow men.

"What shall we do first?" said one, tracing Jenny's face with a long withered finger.

"Pull out it's eyeballs!" suggested one.

"Break it's fingers!" said another.

"Send it to our little fun park!" another one smiled, evilly.

"Leave her alone!" A young shadow man stepped forward. Jenny looked up to see white-blonde hair – if you could call it blonde at all, for it was pure white, like the first snow – and eyes so blue it looked like a deep lake, one of those you saw in the mountains of Switzerland. You could drown in those eyes.

"Oooh, the little mouse wants to fight!" mocked the first shadow man, giving Julian a little push.

"I said, leave her alone. I want her."

"Oh, you want her, do you? And why should we give her to you? She's ours – she freed us all, she is our prey."

"But she is only young,"

"Shadow men don't show sympathy, boy, within time you will learn that."

The boy looked defeated. "I want her." He said, quietly.

"Well you can't have her. Go away. We want to play with her."

Jenny watched the boy leave. She began to sob again. She was scared. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew that her grandfather shouldn't have people like this in his closet. And she was so cold. The ground here was icy – it bit at her bare legs. She wanted her mother.

"Now, shall we play a little game?" Said one of the monsters, leaning closer to whisper in her ear, "Kids like games, we know."

"I don't want to play with you," Jenny whimpered.

"Now then, that's not very nice. Why don't you like us? Are we too big? Too scary?"

Jenny nodded, then shook her head, scared and uncertain.

"We're really quite friendly," Jenny didn't trust that smile, "Let's play hide and seek. But hide well – you won't like it when we catch you!"

"We'll give you some time. You have a week. Understand what that means? 7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minutes."

"In other words, we'll count to six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred. That's a long time – right? You better find a real good hiding place."

"Now run. We're starting to count – 1…2…3…"

Jenny ran, faster than she had ever run before. She didn't know where she was going – only that it was the way the other boy had gone. The one with the nice eyes. She didn't know if he was a good guy or a bad guy, but she didn't know where else to go. The ice ran out, and she was in woodland. Suddenly, an arm stuck out from behind a tree and grabbed her. She screamed, and looked up to see a familiar face, and a pair of large blue eyes.