A/N I am so, so, so, so, so, sorry times one million times infinity…etc. I beg you to forgive me. I'll even throw in another update tomorrow. I have the chapter written already I just need to edit it a bit.

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Disclaimer: An-Jelly-Ca owns nothing beyond her everlasting sorrow for making her readers wait this long to find the results of the peril she has put the characters waist deep in.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to: Medieval Liz, whitetigers, DeanParker, Squishington Baldwin, RILEYSnational'streasure, and hardyboysfansrock who faithfully reviewed the last chapter and had to wait for so long to see what happened. I'm really sorry.

Phil Cohen reached across the desk he was working at to grab his notebook only to send his pen crashing toward the ground. The brown eyed boy leaned over to pick up the pen just as the computer monitor came sailing toward his head. He narrowly managed to throw himself out of the chair after spotting the movement out of the corner of his eye. The monitor originally meant to crush his skull ended up landing on his left arm snapping the bones in with an audible crack. Phil saw spots dance in front of his eyes and pain shot up the injured limb. His attacker let out a groan of frustration and reached an hand into his jacket presumably to get a gun or some other weapon out to fulfill his grisly task. The teenager was saved from finding out exactly what it was the man planned to kill him with by a light going on in the hallway. The would be killer fled the room evidently deciding that he didn't want to risk discovery. Phil, unlike the killer, knew that the lights automatically turned on at eight o'clock each evening. The night custodial staff started work at eight thirty, he'd never been more grateful for the invention of timed lighting systems and janitorial staffs. The teenager paused and closed his eyes tightly against the throbbing he felt in his arm before mentally thanking God that he wasn't dead and reaching into his pocket to call the police.

"Hello, I'd like to report an emergency." Phil said his voice holding a slight note of panic.

"What is the nature of your emergency?" The calm voice of Caralyn Samms questioned. The woman had been a 9-1-1 operator for twenty years and was schooled at remaining cool under pressure.

"I was attacked; I'm at Bayport high school." Phil said as a scream echoed through the window, the boy shuddered his mind wandering back to the cruel and slightly crazed face of his own attacker. "I just heard a scream, I think someone else was just attacked." Phil added his face pale from a combination of fear and pain.

"Ambulances and police are on the way." Caralyn reassured the teenager in a motherly voice. "Where in the school are you?"

"I'm in the computer lab." Phil answered the note of panic in his tone growing more apparent with each word.

"All right I want you to stay on the line with me until the police get there okay?" Caralyn Samms had learned in her years working as an operator that it was important to keep victims of an attack calm and the best and only way she could do this was by talking.

"…" Phil zoned out as the pain in his arm intensified. "Huh…?" He asked after a minute.

"Stay on the line until the police get there okay?" The woman repeated to the injured boy. "Tell me about school, what were you staying late for?"

"Hmm..." Phil responded tiredly squeezing his eyes shut in pain. He paused for a moment before continuing his voice sounding wary. "An advanced search program for my computer class, I'm designing it with my friends Vanessa and Frank, it can sort through every thing on your computer; files, browsing history, favorite web pages, and find what your looking for at a speed of ten times faster then the normal search engine." The boy explained thoughts of his project filled his mind and he could almost forget the pain and fear that had controlled all his thoughts moments before.

"Wow, sounds complicated, I've never been great with computer, my own son is still trying to teach me how to use email." The operator replied.

"Oh, it's really quite simple once you know what your doing, computers seem vastly over complicated but they're really not."

"I don't know about that but I'll take your word for it." Caralyn answered as sirens sounded audible even through the phone. "It looks like help has arrived."

Outside…

"I thought you said we were supposed to pick up a boy?" Mark Harris, one of the first EMT's on the scene questioned his friend and partner.

"We are." His fellow EMT answered looking at his coworker bewilderedly.

"Well…then it looks like we have another victim." Mark answered grabbing a bag of medical supplies from the back of the ambulance and jogging over to a figure slumped over in the grass surrounded by a growing crimson puddle. "Damn." He muttered grabbing a pressure bandage from his bag and pressing down on the stab wound. James quickly caught up to him wheeling a stretcher.

"What do we have?"

"Teenage girl suffering from a stab wound." The other EMT replied. "She's suffering from enormous blood loss. The two managed to get her onto the stretcher with little trouble. It was getting the stretcher back to the ambulance without Mark removing his hands from the wound that was the problem. But they managed; upon getting her into the ambulance they hooked her up to oxygen and a heart monitor before checking her vitals.

"This doesn't look good." James muttered more to himself then his friend as he took note of her vitals on a blank chart. "I'm going to go tell the police we found a girl, head back without me, she can't afford to wait." He added. Mark nodded to his friend. A third EMT from one of the other ambulances came over to replace James. The ambulance pealed out of the school's parking lot siren blaring.

Eight police officers and two ambulance workers headed into the school to evacuate Phil and search for any attackers; they made their way up a set of stairs to the Bayport High School computer lab. They found the room empty other then Phil who was pinned under the monitor. All of the officers except for two left to search nearby classrooms for the attacker while the others stayed to protect Phil and the EMT's. They managed to get the monitor off Phil and secured his injured arm to his side not wanting to move it from its position for fear of messing up the badly broken limb further. They got him onto the stretcher and out of the school. The police were in favor of questioning him immediately but agreed to let him go to the hospital first when they received a report that a third student had been found.

Officers Theodore Thom and Henry Jacobson were checking various rooms of the school for whoever had assaulted the two students who had been located thus far. They had considered bypassing the locker rooms at first but finally decided that it was a good place for the attacker to have gone through as it had an exit which led to the outside. They checked the girls' locker room first and found it to be empty. They then headed across the gym to the boys' one and searched it finally coming across Biff lying on the ground near the exit. They immediately checked to see if he was breathing. He wasn't. Officer Thom immediately started CPR while Jacobson contacted the other officers outside to bring help.

Medical Technicians reached the locker rooms quickly and took over the resuscitation efforts. They managed to get Biff breathing again but they weren't sure whether he would survive or if he did whether he would have brain damage from lack of oxygen. They hooked him up to an oxygen mask to assist his breathing before heading away from the school and toward Bayport General Hospital.

Laura and Gertude…

"Exactly what happened here?" Con Riley asked tiredly as he pulled out a pad of paper to take notes on.

"Gertrude and I were in the grocery store, when we got a call from Joe. Frank's in the hospital, and we were rushing to get to him when we got to the parking lot and found our car like this."

"Frank's in the hospital?" Con asked immediately.

"Yes, Joe just called me, someone attacked him." Laura answered. Con was about to question her further when his phone rang.

"I have to take this, hold on a minute and I'll drive you to the hospital." Con offered already taking out his phone and walking a few feet away.

"Chief?" Con asked upon looking at his caller identification.

"There's been an accident…" Collig started

"With Frank? I know that, Mrs. Hardy just told me."

"No not with Frank. We just received a call from Bayport high school; three students were found there, and they're in bad shape." Collig answered.

"Who?" Con asked.

"Vanessa Bender, Biff Hooper, and Phil Cohen." Collig answered grimly. "Ambulances have already been sent to the scene, finish up with Mrs. Hardy and then drop her off at the hospital. After that head to the school. Early reports don't think Biff or Vanessa will make it."

"And Phil?"

"He made the call, apparently someone tried to kill him with a computer monitor and he managed to roll out of the way, it landed on his left arm though and it's pretty badly fractured, they aren't sure if it can be fully repaired." Collig answered. "But these are just early reports from the EMT's." He added. "All right, Riley, just get yourself down there, I've got to go." Collig said ending the phone call.

"Damn." Con muttered walking back over to the two Hardy women. "All right we can leave." He said leading them over to his squad car. They made it to the hospital in fifteen minutes. Con drove them to the front entrance and let them out making sure they had entered the hospital before leaving.

A/N Again, I'm really and truly sorry about the long wait. (gets down on hands and knees and yet again begs for forgiveness.) I think I have like three or four chapters done so I shall update again tomorrow. I'm so, so, sorry and I swear I'll never ever take this long to update again barring the most severe of issues. Review, please.