Guess who's getting shipped off to Virginia with her cousin Michelle next week when we come back from Hawaii.

Me. Idrk why, maybe my parents are trying to get rid of me as much as they can this summer. But idc. I like my cousin Michelle.

Anyhew . .

I'm just telling Ya all my 8th grade memories cuz I'm cool like that. If you don't like it, oh well. Deal with it.

So, there was this girl who was a Dylan Sprouse fan too, right ? She was always talking about him and shit, and thought she knew everything about him.

Obviously she didn't hear of Ericka Danni Breezy. Yet.

So, since she was in my reading class, and we didn't do anything that day since it was the last day before winter break. So I took up my umbrella that I keep in my book bag, and walked up to her, and confronted her that Dylan Sprouse is mine, and will never be hers, all while pointing the umbrella in her face. Then I told her that if I heard her doing or saying stuff about him ever again, I would snap her neck.

Get what happened next.

She started to yell! And so we got into this huge ass argument, and to end it all, I whacked her upside the head with the umbrella, told her "Fuck you", and left. And I didn't even get in trouble. And then after winter break, she vanished. Rumor had it that she went to cyber school.

Guess The Breezy scared her off.

Look, if your not me or lovesickbabe28 or someone I seem to care about (and you'll know who you are), and you like Dylan Sprouse, remember this- I keep a machete under my dresser. So beware.

I hope you like it!

...

I woke up the next morning to my phone ringing, the flash lighting up the room. I groaned and took it up, sliding the screen.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi." The voice sounded like Taylor.

"Taylor, you do know it's not even 7 yet, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Can't a sister just ask her sister how's her mission going?" She asked.

"Haven't you heard?!" I screamed. "I lost him! I saw him, Taylor! I saw him with my own eyes! But those bitches took him away from meeeeeeeeeeee! And now there out for Cloe!" I whined, on the verge of tears again. "Aw, I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll find him again." Taylor reasurred.

"Why do you and Mom keep saying that?! I can't do that again! It's really hard, I'll try, but I don't think it'll happen! I'm filing a missing persons report." I told her.

"Uh Stacy, he's 18, your not the mom, I don't-"

"Oh hush. You doubt everything I do. Do you have a feeling? I need as much help I can get." I informed. "Not right now, but you can't file a missing person report-"

"Hush. I'm going back to bed, it's too early. Call you sometime in the distant future," I said, and ended the call.

I rolled over, and fell back asleep.

I woke up again, and turned on the TV. Hoping that there were any interviews with Eric Stark , but there wasn't any. I sighed, and got ready for whatever today brings. I walked out of the room with my phone, and looked at the time. It was almost 3.

I had no idea why I slept for so long, maybe the stress. I went back in to get my hairtie, when my phone rang. It was Monica.

"Hello?" There was alot of comotion in the background.

"Uh, hey, Stacy . . . So, uh, we kinda had a little mishap, and we don't know what to do about it." She was constanly studdering, and pausing. "What happened?" I asked, I could make out what my Mom was saying in the background.

"Officer, I don't know who did it! It was unexpected!" My mom exclamied. "Okay, ma'am, can you explain what happened again?"

"Well, I went downstairs to get her lunch, and I heard a car engine, and a window shutting. I went back upstairs, and she was gone!"

"Okay, so someone kidnapped her?"

"I think so."

"Okay . . . " I heard the officer say. "Oh, my daughter is not going to like this!" My Mom gasped.

"Oh, no, Monica, its not what I think it is," I winced, hoping it was something else. "I'm so sorry, Stacy, it was really unexpected!" Monica exclaimed.

"You lost Cloe?!" I screamed. "I'm really sorry, Stacy, I really am! But theres something I think you'll like."

"What am I going to like and I just found out my daughter got kidnapped?!" I yelled.

"Dylan's here."

"WHAT?!"

...

So, heres whats happening thats stressful enough to make me about to faint in confusion, anger, and sorrow.

First, Dylan gets kidnapped by these killers, then they threten to take Cloe, they give back Dylan, and Cloe gets kidnapped by these killers.

What is life, man. What is life.

I picked myself up and drove to the police station. I thought that if I reported Cloe missing to the cops in Italy, it could help find her faster and easier.

I walked up to the front desk, and the police officer looked at me.

"Whats your name?" He asked.

"I need to file a missing persons' report for my daughter. Right now." I demanded. He took a clipbored out.

"Name."

"Stacy Holliday."

"Age."

"Eighteen."

"Whats the kids name?"

"Cloe Sprouse."

"Where was the last place she was sawn?" He asked.

"Los Angeles."

He looked up at me, "Ma'am, are the police in America looking for her?" I nodded.

"Then we can't do anything." He informed. "WHAT?!" I screamed. "Lady, calm down," He pleaded. "No, I will not calm down! And I'm not leaving until someone helps me!" I exclamied. Another cop came in.

"Whats going on?" He asked. "She says that her daughter got kidnapped, but the police in America are already looking for her." He explained. The cop looked at me with a look as if he was thinking something.

He took the clip bored from him and looked at it. "Eric Stark is involved in this?" He looked at me, "Have you talked to this guy?"

"I tried," I told him, "But his number isn't listed, and I don't know his email."

"How old is your daughter?" He asked me. "Three." I told him. "Come with me," He said, and walked into an office, and followed him inside. I sat down on the chair across from his desk, and he started.

"I'll be honest with you Miss. Holliday, the Stark organization has been under investigation before." He informed.

"Why?" I asked.

"Murders," he said. "See, Stark is well protected politicly and he keeps a pack of high priced lawyers all year round."

"Are you saying your scared of him?" I asked.

"No. So, latley kids the same age as your daughter, and the same birth date, September 16, 2012 would be found murdered all over the place. They were mostly drowned. But on their arms, there would be . . a symbol. It was on every victim." He explained.

"Wait, you mean this been going on alot? For how long?" I asked. "A couple weeks." He replied, "But were trying to find him."

"Trying? How long would it be before a kid died?"

"About a day."

"And how many after Cloe was taken?"

"None."

I sighed in relief, "What do I do now?"

"Well, were currently on the mission, but are you doing anything to try to find her?" He asked me. "Yea, I was here for my boyfriend first, but they switched places faster then the speed of light." I told him.

"Is your boyfriend her father?"

"Yea."

He nodded, "I think the best thing for you to do is to just lay back. If you reach him first, just give me a call before you talk to him. That would make me feel better." He said.

That made me snap. I mean, I was probably on the mission first, and he's telling me this?

"That would be my first priority agent," I started sarcastically, "Making you feel better." I got up, and stormed out, ignoring him calling out my name behind me.

...

After I came to the hotel, I pressed the voicemail button on my phone.

"Stacy, this is Sherry Post, from the club. I know where the kid is. Meet me at the diner at Stanten and Essics at midnight. And do me a favor, bring some cash. Okay?"

I looked at the phone. I grabbed a wad of bills on my dresser, and left.

...

This is all you brought?" Sherry asked, looking at the money, "I can't get around the city on this."

"Where's Cloe?" I asked.

"Do you believe in the supernatural? Like, powers and stuff?" She asked. "Of course not." I told her.

"Well Eric does. And so do the sick fucks around him." She explained.

"What do you mean?" I asked her. "Well, he has this religion. Only it's the complete opposite of religion. I thought it was bullshit at first, but I've seen it work. They can predict the future. They can make things happen to people. Bad things." She informed.

"What does this have to do with Cloe?" I asked.

"A year ago they started acting weirder then usual. They started hunting down kids. 3 year old kids. Boys, girls, but they all had to be born on a certain date. They take each kid, and put them through a test. If they failed it, they'll kill them. The slaughter of the innocence, they called it. Except Cloe isn't like the other kids. She's the one they've been looking for all along. So instead of killing her, Eric's going to try to change her. To make her just like him. See? So they can use her power." She explained.

I was so speechless, I just sat there staring at her with my eyebrows furrowed and my lip curled up. "She's just a little girl!" I finally spoke. "She's more then that. Only she's gonna be." Sherry said.

"Gonna be what?" I asked her. "I don't know. If Eric can't turn her, he'll kill her." She told me.

"Sherry, where is she?" I asked. She started looking around the place. I followed her gaze and saw these people dressed in black looking at her.

"Do you promise to get her out of there?" She asked. "Of course." I said. "Gonna need this," she threw me something wrapped with an address . . And a gun. She got up and ran away. And the people who were looking at her ran inside the store, running after her.

I was eager to see what was going on, so I followed them. They all went down to the subway, and I stopped by the phone. I saw them beating the girl up, and I was going over there to help her out, but then one of them came over and hit me with something, making me fall onto the ground, and making my head spin.

I was so dizzy, I stayed on the ground and when I got back up, they all left. I saw Sherry sitting in one of the chairs. I walked over to her, and shook her. And I almost died. I literally saw my life flash before my eyes.

Her head fell off.

I dropped on the ground, backing away from the rolling head, screaming loud enough to ruin my hearing, then I blacked out on the spot.

...

I woke up in a hospital, and the agent I talked to the other day, his name was John Travis, knocked on the wall.

"Come in," I told him, "Crazy people like an audience."

"You had a concussion?" He asked. I nodded, "The FBI thinks I'm a less incredible witness because of that." I informed, "You lied to me."

" 'Scuse me?" He was taken back. "You said Cloe's kidnapping had nothing to do with the murders." I told him, "How many kids died?"

"5 on my count."

"Slaughter of the innocence," I said, "Ring a bell?"

"Where'd you hear that from?" He asked me.

"From the girl they killed. What does it mean?"

"It's in the bible." He told me. I nodded, knowing the 3 Wise Men story.

"Wait. And what date was out innocence born on?" I asked. "Sepember 16." He told me. ~A/N- I know that it's really December 16, but Cloe wasn't born on that date, so it wouldn't match, so pretend that it's September.~

"Son of a bitch," I muttered. "It's different with Cloe. We know who took her." He tried to explain.

"And you haven't done anything about it?" I exclaimed.

"The Stark organization owns dozens of properties all over the country. He's like a paranormal textbook. Always moving."

"Can't you get a warrant?" I asked. "Come on Stacy, you think I don't want this guy? I do, but if we make a move without grounds it could blow the whole case! And there won't be no second chance here. Not for you, not for Cloe." He told me.

He then gave me the paper with the gun. "They found this on you." He handed it over. "Those kids tried to kill me last night," I explained, "I wish I'd use it."

"I didn't give it to you," he had a small smile on his face, and left.

...

So now Dylan's back home, and now Stacy's looking for Cloe instead! #plottwist

Anyhew, tell me what you thought! And make it good! I can use a boost. ️?

Oh, and because I feel like it, ima start putting random facts about me in the end of every chapter. :p

Random fact #1: I was born in Stockholm, Sweden, elloo, that's why I know Swedish, it was my first language ?￢ﾜﾌ️?

Se , jag talar svenska . Det är häftigt , eller hur ?

- Ericka