Author note: Holeh cow... Im sosososo sorrys. Life screwed my life up. Herees a hopefully decent and semi gore filled chapter. Chapter... The eight. Isabella was insanely relived to get out of that building. Perry, in excitement, had run around for quite a while. Isabella suddenly heard a loud, sharp scream... With a British accent. " Ferb? What's happening?" Ferb had decided to run for his bloody life. Run, run, run, run! When, suddenly, he was shot. Ferb screamed with pain, falling to the ground. Isabella came running, closely followed by the fedora wearing Platypus. He didn't really know why Perry was in a fedora, but that didn't matter. He just wanted to live. " Oh... Oh gosh this hurts so badly you can't even imagine..." Ferb was trying his best to not scream. The pain... It was too much, too overwhelming for him. He just wanted to roll over and die. Little did he know... He would, at one point very soon in this story. Phineas was going insane now. He looked into an alley, praying that Ferb or Isabella or Perry would be there, yet none of them were. Phineas wanted to burst into tears. It had been ten days. No... Eleven! Who took them?Why couldn't they have chosen somebody else?He collasped, dropping to his knees. The boy sobbed uncontrollably, the tears looking a lovley yet depressing shade of silver, in the pale moonlight