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Isabella hadn't known what to expect, yet she knew she hadn't been expecting this.
It was a small girl, merely 3 or 4 years of age. She had long hair, it seemed to remind her of the color of blood. The girl's hair draped in front of her face, hiding her eyes.
She looked up at the two. " Is you new? Did He bwing you here?" Her lack of grammar seemed to indicate that she must have been here for most of her life.
"Do you know who brought us here?" Isabella gave her a curious look.
" No. Scarlette doesn't know who He is. No, no no." Scarlette just shook her tiny head. After brushing the hair out of her face, she looked up at Isabella with large green eyes.
" You has to leave. If you gets finded, He will taken your life." She nodded her head. " He tooked my mommy's life. My mommy wasn't not very much older den yous..."
Isabella froze. Not much older then her...
" Were you born here? " She swallowed a tiny bit, feeling rather nervous.
She looked up at them, and then spoke.
( haha... I love inators, and lets say one cut Izzy's story off. )
Vivian was worried, as she couldn't find her daughter.
Linda set her hand on her shoulder reassuringly. " Don't worry, they couldn't have possibly gone that far."
Phineas and Ferb were riding an ice cream truck, calling out for Isabella and Perry. While eating ice cream.
" Isabella? Where are you? Perry? Perry, boy, come on out wherever you are!"
Five hours later, at midnight, there was still no sign of either, and they had combed one third of the Tri-state area.
One whole third of a Tri-state area, and no Isabella Garcia-Shapiro or Perry the platypus.
None. Zero. Gone, Vanished, all gone. No sign of either what so ever.
All Phineas felt was, well...
Pain, worry, concern, terror, horror, disbelief.
How could someone do this? She had been an innocent girl, he had been a platypus for crying out loud! They don't do much!
" Yesh... I was borned here. My mommy looked like me. Mommy said I does not have daddy, tat daddy was a vewy bad man."
Isabella froze, realizing what that one hole in the story was.
Her mother had been-
Isabella shook her head, clearing it of all related thoughts.
Perry was sitting on her foot, just staring out into the distance.
Suddenly, there was the sound of gagging.
She jumped, seeing a bigger boy next to Scarlette.
" Who's that?"
" Dis is Ashton, my biggest bwother," Scarlette said, looking over at him. She then stroked a tiny figure in her lap. " And dis is Oliver, my baby bwother. "
Ashton gagged yet again.. and then vomited up a heck of a lot of blood.
Isabella flinched.
He curled up, trembling.
Then, though...
A man stepped in.
He pulled out a gun and aimed it at Ashton.
Scarlette squeaked and held Oliver closer.
Isabella, panicking, yanked the two in through a hole in the bars, big enough for the two kids to fit.
And then...
BANG!
The gun was fired, hitting Ashton in the gut.
Blood splattered everywhere, some of it even getting on the four in the other room.
Ashton let out a loud scream, piercing what had once been silence.
He fired it again, this time a head shot.
Isabella quickly covered the two's eyes.
Perry, being a secret agent, would normally call for help.
But his phone had been taken.
He noticed the bullet flying towards the kid's head. He covered his eyes with his paws.
Ashton painicked, the pain being too much to bear.
A bullet in his head, and one in his gut.
But thats when He raised the gun , aiming it at his chest.
" N...NO... no... NOOOOOO-!"
His scream was cut off by a gunshot, and then everything faded to black.
( Yes... I killed a seven year old. It's part of the story.)