AN: Guess what kind of monster in Seattle? Nah but anyways I'm at a point where I decide what direction I want to take this story. I would like to keep it serious with some witty humor. Anyways enjoy this new chapter. Chapter three should be up by tomorrow. And if it's possible I would like some good constructive criticism on my writing if possible. Oh and don't worry about the seddie it will come soon. I'm actually contemplating changing the rating to Mature but we'll see. Okay gotta stop rambling enjoy!

Chapter III: Dire Circumstances

Carly POV:

As I walked towards the studios I was thinking about Freddie and Sam. I'm getting tired of all these denial games going on between them. Would it kill them to be nice to each other. The amount of flirting they do is getting out of hand. If something doesn't happen I might just have to lock those two in a room soon. I made my inside the studio only to find no one there.

"SPENCER! Where are you? We have start making the tacos!" I yelled.

"CARLY! A little helped here?" I heard Spencer shout.

I looked around the room three times. I couldn't find him.

"Spencer I don't know where you are?" I said.

"I'm stuck in a vent by the car!" he pleaded.

"The vent?" I made my way to our beloved car to find Spencer stuck in a vent at the top of the ceiling.

"Spencer? Why are you in a vent?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Can you get me out of here first? I've been stuck here since 11! And I'm hungry!" Spencer yelled.

"Okay then. I'll go get the buttersock." I said. At least we're putting some use to Sam's buttersock.

I skipped out of the room to go find Sam. As I made my way towards the living room I heard my brother shout something. Oh well I'm sure it can wait.

General POV:

"CARLY? Can you scratch my butt? It's really itchy!" A silence was heard when Spencer yelled that out.

"Well I guess it's just you and me my mousey friend." Spencer said to the small mice. The mice looked up to his face and turn around and crawled away.

"Wait no! Now what am I suppose to do now… 97 bottles of beer on the wall! 97 bottles of beer! Take one down pass it around 98 bottles of beer on the wall!

Freddies POV:

As we get in the car I gave Nate my 'what the hell's happening look'. He just starts the engine of the car and starts to drive off. It was an uncomfortable of silence for a few moments.

"A good friend of mine came here to investigate recent paranormal activities. He called me up to ask if I was nearby but I was in Las Vegas working a case. It's been two weeks since and he hasn't picked up my calls." Nate makes his way out of the harbor.

"Okay wait. Are you telling me that the six guys who died was a hunters like you!"

"Who knows, but it's something much worse than what you've seen."

"What's worse than a shapeshifter!"

"Fred calm down. I know what were up against. Just keep a level head okay." Nate calmly stated.

"What are we up against?" I asked

"You'll know soon enough. I won't take to long in the morgue. Just stay in the car for now."

Shortly after our conversation we made it to the police station. I was getting worried. This seem much more serious, like it had 'personal' written all over. The way Nate was acting was way to cautious even for him. Yellow dust? Bad smell? And the fact that it was probably hunters who died. This is getting bad. I should check up on the girls, especially Sam….