I really am sorry for not writing so much for so long. I never meant to hold back on the story for so long, but I recently had a st back and didn't have the heart to write, but suddenly I just got the urge to, so I decided to. That, I finally got a laptop of my own so I don't have to use the main computer. Now I can write my stories in the comfort of my own room. so, I'm back hopefully to stay.

"Where am I?" Liz asked, rubbing her head, trying to look around but seeing bluriness. She could tell she was in another crate. She could also see blood everywhere, and it didn't take her long to figure out it was her blood. She felt the sharp pain in her side, and realized she had a gash going up the side.

"You are in Jack the Ripper's secret lair-" said Bill, before she cut him off.

"I know it Ratigan. And do you really have to be the one to guard me again?" she asked.

"Hey, that means I'm important. "

"Yeah, or it means your just the play toy. Bill, its time you picked a side and didn't keep getting pushed around by this bully." she said, before cringing in pain and lying down.

"We've got to find her, before he does his handy work completely." said Remy, looking towards Basil. Basil just stared in awe at the wall opposite the one covered in blood. on this wall, there was a message left written in blood.

"I have the girl, you have the brains. You'll find her in the old place in chains."

"What does that mean?" asked Remy.

"It means she's dead if we don't find her fast."

"We have no leads, no way to find out where his hideout may be." said Remy, feeling frustrated.

"I know, son. I know. That's the point of this whole game. It's to test us. I think I may know where he is though. You up for a little dressing up?" said Basil, putting the pieces together.

"Here." came a voice, and Liz looked up to see the lizard hovering over her with a cloth. She sat up, and stared at him with wonder.

"What are you doing?" she asked, astonished.

"Picking a side. Here, I've soaked this in alocohol. Stings like hell, but it will help it heal faster. Then, once its healed in a couple days, I'll help you escape." he said.

"Thanks. Look like someone's finally got some balls now, huh?" she said, cringing as he washed out her wound. It was very bad, but he didn't have the supplies to sew it up, and she didn't complain about it.

"Now all we can do is wait for it to heal. Then we'll figure it all out."

"Thanks again."

"Hey, I've never really liked the guy much ever since he killed my cousin, only by adoption, Bartholemew a while back in that big heist to take over the throne." He said.

"When he got fed to the cat, I know. Dad told me to show me how murderous Ratigan can be to his own followers." she said, showing he didn't have to go on.

"Okay, better get back out there before they find I'm in here." He said, crawling out of the crate. He locked the door and sat down in front of it.

"Are you sure about this, Basil?" asked Remy crawling through the pipes after Basil.

"He said the old place, found in chains. I haven't been down here in so long and everything was still in the same place last time I checked. The perfect hideout for a criminal is an old one. Especiallly one that hasn't been used in over 7 years."

"If you think so." said Remy, crawling out of the bars once they reached them. Basil let them down quietly and they quickly snuck towards the ale barrel.

"Basil!" came a surprised voice when he entered the barrel. Ratigan was sitting on the throne sipping at some champaigne clearly not expecting Basil.

"Out of all the old places, how did you know this one?"

"It was the oldest."

"Oh, well taken into consideration..." Ratigan said, pulling out his pocket watch "you are fifteen hours earlier than I expected."

"Just call me overly punctual." said Basil.

"Indeed. Bill! Bring her out." Ratigan yelled out the back of the ale barrel.

"Alright, I gotta put these chains on ya, don't worry. We'll think of something." He said.

"We better hurry. This hurts like hell." she said, trying to stand straight.

"I'll think of something." He said, grabbing the chains and leading her into the ale barrel.

"No." said Remy, coming to stand ahead of Basil by a step or two.

"We'll get her back, don't worry." whispered Basil.

Remy wasn't worried about getting her back. He knew they would. His eyes were set upon the cut up arm and the gash in her side. He looked as if he wanted to try to run up and grab her away, but something held him back, whether it was sense or fear.

"Okay Basil. I would make a deal with you, but firstly let us see what happens when you toy with me."

"First tell me how you're still alive."

"I was revived by my faithful henchmen. Enough said there." He said, walking towards Liz. Bill moved out of the way but kept hold of the chains. ratigan tilted her head back and pressed a knife against her throat, ready to cut it at any given moment.

"Now, if you can give me one good reason, You all go free and pretend this night never happened."

Once again, I hope to get back on this. Sorry for such a long delay, and sorry for the cliffhangers. I guess I'm getting back into those. Again, please read and review and I hope bebbe5 gets a chance to look at this and give me her opinions and uplifts or flames. ta ta for now and keep reading... and looking for updates