Here's Chapter 2! Enjoy!

Velma awoke with a sudden jolt. She propped herself up to a sitting position and looked around. She then realized that the van had stopped moving.

The back part of the van opened up and the two men were standing there, one holding duct tape. He took a piece of the duct tape, and covered up her mouth.

"Only temporary," he said in that eerily familiar voice.

They grabbed her, and roughly dragged her up to their hidden house.

The house, as well as the dark alley, looked uninviting. From far away, it looked as large as the Blake's mansion. But up close, it was a normal sized house. Although it was a normal size, the design was not anywhere near normal. It looked as if the designer and builder used a Notre Dame style, mixed with Edgar Poe darkness.

The men had taken the rope off her ankles so she could walk. They got inside the house and put the rope back on. Once inside, they took her to a basement door and shoved her down the stairs. They laughed as she tumbled down, her glasses falling off.

She slowly moved herself to a sitting position. Aahh, she screamed in her mind. It showed on her face too as she grimaced in pain. She felt something piercing her lungs, making it much harder to breathe normally. Oh God, I've broken a rib!

One of the men came down and found her glasses, and placed them back on her face. The other simply walked toward her and ripped off the duct tape from her mouth.

"See, told you it'd be temporarily," he said.

Velma decided she wanted some answers, "Where am I?" she asked, flinching at the pain of talking. She realized she would need to only ask important questions that wouldn't be a waste of time and lead to no answers.

"I'm not going to be completely stupid and tell you your exact location, but you're way far north from Coolsville," he said.

"How long have I been gone?" she asked.

"Almost a full 24 hours," he replied.

"That means the gang should be looking for me by now," she said softly under her breath.

Apparently she didn't say it soft enough, for the man seemed to have heard her.

"Oh I don't think they are, it's their day off," he said, snickering.

"Fred didn't call me did he?" she asked, but it was more of a statement than a question.

"Still as smart as you used to be," he said. "You're absolutely right, he didn't call, I did," he said snickering, holding up a voice changer. "Amazing what technology does these days. So, unless you and your friends really did have something planned, they don't know that you're gone," he laughed.

"But they will, by the time they get this letter," the other one finally spoke, holding up a letter for her to read.

Velma read the letter silently:

Mysteries, Inc.,

If you haven't found out by now, Velma's been kidnapped. To get her back, there is a small price you'll have to pay. You solve our own mystery, by yourselves (without the help of the brain). If you fail, or contact the authorities, we'll kill her. Have fun, and enclosed in the envelope is your first clue.

Your Childhood Bully

Redd Herring

Velma's eyes grew wide as she read the note. The two men laughed as they walked up, out of the basement.

Velma closed her eyes and tried not to cry. She shivered from the cold wind that blew in from the broken window on the top of the wall.