AN: Hey guys, sorry there hasn't been an update in a while I've been busy with personal and school related problems. Don't hate me! Plus I've decided to change this story from a drama to an adventure. Those are more fun. 3:D

Disclaimer: *Phoenix walks out on stage and Phoenix fans go nuts*

"People, people, can't we pretend to be civil?" Phoenix asked, "Good. Now as you know, Faith and I are pretty tight-"

*Someone in the audience goes "Bow-chicka-wow-wow!" and Phoenix glares in their direction*

"As I was saying," Phoenix, still glaring, continued, "Faith asked me to do this disclaimer, and I said sure. So here we go: The plot and characters in this fic belong to T-Bones158. There, it's done. Peace, I'm out!"

*Phoenix walks off stage.*

Tom POV

I was sitting at the bar doodling with a pencil on my arm. Not the healthiest thing to do, but I was B-O-R-E-D, bored. My ADHD had officially kicked in.

Phoenix, Faith, and Morgan had explained the whole "Bones-in-the-hospital" situation to me and Alex. I understood that they were worried about the stab wound, and from what I could tell Bones definitely didn't deserve what he got. It got very quiet after they finished explaining everything. Awkward silence, not my forte.

Suddenly a song's chorus popped into my head, and acting on impulse I started to mumble/sing it. I wasn't exactly sure what song it was or what the words were. I kept mumbling my words as I sang, getting into the feel of the music.

"Are you singing?" Phoenix asked me out of nowhere, breaking my semi-concentration. I looked around and noticed everyone was looking at me. I shrugged.

"ADHD. It makes me bored easily, sorry," I said. Faith laughed.

"Got any other songs in your head, Mr. Stevens?" Morgan asked with a smile.

As if on cue, I could hear thousands of different songs going through my head. It was overwhelming; I stood up and clutched at my head. There were so many different styles of music rushing into my mind at once. I felt like I was at a rave standing right next to the speaker blaring a bass tone, except the DJ was playing 17 different songs.

And then, an image of Faith's Mom, Max, passed through my head, but next to her wasn't Fang, it was some different guy with brown hair and hazel eyes. They were smiling at something, me perhaps. The images started swirling around until it was too much and I passed out.

I remember hitting the floor with a solid thud before seeing just black.

Faith POV

"Tom!" Morgan exclaimed as Tom fell face first to the floor. Phoenix was the first at his side and checked his pulse. He looked back to me.

"He's fine, just knocked out," Phoenix said. I helped Phoenix lift Tom and put him in a booth to lie down. Phoenix put Tom on his stomach and started to roll him onto his back before he stopped and looked at Tom's neck. I gasped as I saw what he did.

"What are you guys looking at? Shouldn't you roll him onto his back?" Morgan asked. I beckoned for Morgan to come here.

"What?" She asked. Phoenix pointed to Tom's neck.

"Look," he said. Morgan looked, and then she gasped at what we saw.

Tom had a date grafted onto his neck. It was set for 11/15/2018. That was two months from today! How was it we missed this?

"How can he-but I thought-We need to call Uncle Fang and Aunt Max. Now," Morgan said. I hopped over the counter and picked up the phone. I got a steady tone in my ear. I looked to the others.

"The phone is dead," I said. Phoenix walked over to me and put the phone to his ear. He returned my confused look. Then the lights went out.

"What the heck is going on here!" Phoenix exclaimed. Phoenix and I went back to back and looked around us.

Out of the window I could see...no, no it couldn't be.

They've been gone for years!

I grabbed Phoenix's arm and tugged. He turned to look at what I saw outside of the Bar.

Erasers.

Morgan and Alex...hey wait a minute.

Where was Alex?

"Where's Alex!" I asked Phoenix. He shrugged and looked around with me. We couldn't see Alex anywhere.

Then Morgan yelped. I heard a body collapse to the floor. We turned to see Alex standing over Morgan holding some kind of taser.

"What are you doing!" I asked her. Alex had a neutral face.

"I'm only doing as The Master has asked me," she said. Phoenix tensed. He was more aware of who 'The Master' was and what he did. I was clueless. I could tell he was scared though.

"What are you saying!" Phoenix asked, "Are you some kind of experiment!"

"No, fool, I am The Master's daughter. My task was to separate you and Faith from your parents. The Myers' are away for the night, the Rides are on their way to a hospital, thus leaving you on your own," Alex said.

"What about Tom and Morgan? Aren't they your friends?" I asked her. I saw her twitch visibly.

"I–," she was cut off by seven Erasers breaking through the windows. Phoenix and I prepared for a fight. Two of the Erasers pulled out guns and shot at us. I felt sharp pain enter my thigh and looked down to see a dart in it. Well, crap.

"You sonofa-" was all Phoenix got out before he passed out. I saw an Eraser go towards Tom's unconscious form and pick him up before I fell into the darkness.

Phoenix POV

I woke up in a crate.

No seriously, I was in a freaking crate!

This day has gone from bad to worse. First, I almost loose my first friend that's a guy due to some stupid fight. Then my second friend at school turns out to be a freaking traitor. Next, Erasers show back up and shoot Faith and I with tranquilizer guns. Now, I'm in a freaking crate going to god knows where. I shifted around in my crate to look out of one of the holes.

I see four Erasers. One had a cigarette in his hand. I thought smoking on a flight was illegal...then again, these are Erasers we're talking about here. One Eraser came over to my crate and looked through the hole.

"Oy! I think one of 'em's awake!"

Oh you've got to be kidding me.

Australian Erasers? This cannot be happening.

"No duh, Croc. We can all see that they were only tranquilized," A normal Eraser said. I looked to see the smoking Eraser looking at the Australian with an unfriendly glare.

"You can go 'head 'n' bite me in the arse, Krip," the Australian, 'Croc' spoke up again. I heard a growl come from the normal sounding Eraser, 'Krip'.

"Boys, boys, stop arguing and sit down. Now," A familiar voice said. Alex. I saw her walk around to the side I could see out of and see her crouch down as Croc backed away, making faces at Krip.

"What do you want, traitor?" I hissed at her. She flared her nostrils slightly and spoke with an even tone.

"Just making sure you aren't too damaged, Phoenix.," was what she said.

I heard a groan come from my left. I strained to see who it was next to me that was waking up. Croc went over to be in front of that crate.

"'Ello, 'ello, 'ello. Welcome to the party, boy. You're in for a wild ride," Croc. And seeing that he said 'Boy', I guessed that Tom was the unlucky one that awoke. But the only question is why did they take Tom in the first place? He's just a human.

Or is he? I thought, recalling the marking on his neck.

"Who are you? Why am I in a crate? What's going on!" Tom exclaimed. I saw Alex turn to the Eraser.

"He's asking good questions. Why is he here? He's human!" She said. I raised my eyebrow in confusion. Why would Alex care about Tom being here? Unless she doesn't know why he was taken in the first place...Hmm.

"The Master made a quick decision and wanted us to take them all," Another normal Eraser said.

"So that means you took Morgan, too?" I asked, my anger growing. I felt my hands burning again. I had to keep my cool for just a bit longer.

"Who? We only took the three kids that were knocked out," Krip said. I then tried to think out the situation before my anger did it for me.

Ok, think, Phoenix, I thought, the Erasers didn't take Morgan, but they did take Tom. Why would they do that? Option one: They're lying to Alex about their orders. Option two: They weren't ordered to take him, but thought, "Eh, what the hell," and took him anyway. Or option three: They have no idea how to count. I'd like to think option three is the most accurate guess, but in reality option one is the most likely. Now to get out of here.

"Oy! Bird-boy! Move your eye so I can give you your sedative," Croc said. I backed away from the hole, but when the pole came through with the sedative, I grabbed it and unleashed some heat through it.

"OW! Little bugger burnt me!" Croc grunted as he shoved the needle into my body. I yelped as the needle pierced the skin of my abdomen. The next thing I remembered before the darkness was Croc's laughter, and Tom's protesting and pleading towards Alex.

Tom POV

"No, Stay back! Alex, please! Why are you doing this! Stay away!" I cried, scooting as far back in my crate as I could.

I was freaked out, big time. I have claustrophobia due to some traumatic experience as a toddler, probably whatever my parents did before I was put up for adoption, I don't remember much before the age of 4. I knew that I had never been in a situation like this before, though. Even back when I was playing hide-and-seek with my foster siblings, I had never been stuck like this.

"I'm sorry, Tom," I barely heard Alex say from the other side of my crate. I moved so I could see her eyes. She had what looked like tears in them.

"Please," I begged her, pure fear in my voice, "Let me out, Alex. Tell me what's going on. Please?"

My back and head were aching like Hell. All I want is to be told what's going on. And I wanted out of this crate. And I pleaded silently Alex had nothing to do with it.

"Shut up, Boy. Now... hold still, and don't move a inch," the Aussie said. He shoved a pole into my crate that had something sharp at the end of it. My vision got blurry again, but I stayed focused on Alex.

"Alex...please...?" I managed before starting to drift off again.

I swear I heard someone whisper, "I'm so sorry," before completely passing out.

AN: Ladies and Gents, I am sorry to announce that my updates may come as infrequently as once every two weeks, until the summer that is. I'll try and get things back to norm, but no promises.

PS: If there's any Austrailians reading this, I do NOT mean to offend you! I think your guys' accent is so freakin cool!

PPS or PSS (whichever one it is) There won't be songs for awhile...I love getting requests though!

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