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Chapter 2: Continuing The Terror

Miley rocketed into school, running to escape from Roxie and her 6-hour workouts. She grinned as she saw Oliver, waiting for her right by her locker, getting smacked by some girl for a pick-up comment.

Walking up to him, Miley noticed that Lily, who was usually choking herself by laughing so hard at Oliver was gone today. As he rubbed his red cheek, Miley asked him what happened to her.

Oliver shrugged. "All I know is that she got some letter that said she won a free trip to "the greatest skateboarding park in the world". She called me last night about it. I really don't know."

Miley shrugged and as the two of them walked towards class, chatting, a figure watched them from outside the building, grinning. He looked at the blond, unconscious girl with her skateboard tucked under her arm that was in the back of his truck. 3 down, 2 to go.

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Aunt Dolly was running around the house by the time Miley got home. In her hands she was carrying bottles of deodorant and about 50 brushes. In the middle of the whole mess, was Jackson, looking as if his death had come about 70 years too early.

Miley had to contain a giggle as Aunt Dolly sprayed Jackson with her perfume.

"Don't you look nice. I'm pleased to meet your acquaintance, princess." She said, pacing around Jackson, to try and get the best view of him.

"Now, Miley, don't you tease your brother. I've got him all spiffed up for a big date tonight."

"The cutest new girl to ever come to our school," Jackson muttered, under his breath as Aunt Dolly began to try and comb his hair, "and our aunt just has to show up and baby-sit us."

Roxy came into the room, took one look and Jackson, and practically exploded. "What are you doing to him, Dolly?! Are trying to make him look like a sissy boy? No girls like sissy boys! Roxy knows!"

Dolly advanced on Roxy, swinging a pink hairbrush like a sword. "I'm just trying to make him look nice! You have a problem with that, take it up with me!"

Just then, an attractive, black haired girl came up to the Stuart's back door and knocked.

Aunt Dolly rushed to open the door, but Roxy grabbed Jackson and pulled him into his bedroom, muttering something about "girly ways."

"Hi, I'm Serena." The girl grinned at Dolly and Miley and walked in.

"Well, young lady, my name is Dolly. And this is Miley." Dolly said, looking around for Jackson. When she finally came to the conclusion that Jackson must have be dragged off by Roxy, she stormed out of the family room.

Serena, trying to ignore the screams of protest from Dolly and Roxy, picked up a magazine from the coffee table. She began to flip through it, until she came to a picture of a brunette with pure white streaks through her hair. She looked to be the same age as Miley was.

Serena gasped with pleasure. "Isn't this Elyon? I love her music!"

Miley grinned forcefully. "Yeah, me too." The truth was, Elyon had been making the music business hard for Miley. Aside from the pointed hints in her interviews that Hannah Montana was a horrible singer, her albums also sold faster than Hannah's did.

Miley was saved from lying through her teeth by Jackson, who grabbed Serena and ran out of the house. Seconds later, Roxy ran after them, or at least tried, because Aunt Dolly slide tackled her halfway to the door. Miley whimpered quietly to herself, she was stuck here for the whole night with these two.

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Jackson was in his car, looking at the stars with Serena. He smiled at her and prepared to make his move. He began to move closer and closer to her, and when he was only a couple inches away from her, he began to move his lips closer and closer to hers. Almost there….

Suddenly, Jackson felt a sharp pain in his arm. He suddenly began to convulse, his body wiggling uncontrollably and finally collapsed into Serena's lap. With a final twitch, he lay there, motionless.

Serena smirked as she held up a needle, with only a few drops of purple liquid in it. Just a simple drug, but he would be out of it for days. She motioned to the bushes that almost touched their car, and out of them came two men. With Serena and Jackson moved into the backseat, they began to drive the car out of town.

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"Oliver? I need your help!" Miley practically screamed into the receiver.

Oliver, on the beach, looking at the sunset, didn't answer for a while. This kind of thing didn't faze him. He had heard it too many times.

"What is it this time? Evil cousin? Meddling reporter? Which end of the crisis do you need help with?"

"It's Aunt Dolly and Roxy. They keep fighting. Please, please help me!"

"What, and end up in the hospital with a broken backbone?"

"Roxy doesn't mean to do that stuff, she just forgets that you're my friend."

Oliver sighed. "Fine, but this time, you're paying hospital bill."

"See you in 5!"

Oliver rolled his eyes and began to make the trek to Miley's house. It was hard without Lily, because Miley kept coming to him about everything. 'Oh well,' he thought 'she'll be back soon and….'

He was jolted out of his thoughts by a sharp pain in his neck. "Just a mosquito." He told himself. But as he began to walk some more, he felt himself getting woozy, and tripping over himself. He wanted to go to sleep, so bad. Finally, he tripped over a rock and hit his head on its surface. Before he drifted into the blackness that would bring relief from the pain, he pulled something out of his neck. It was a tranquilizer dart. The dart fell from his motionless figures as he drifted into the darkness, to be rescued from the pain, if only for a little while.

The night was still as someone came and dragged him away, into the think, smothering blackness.

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