Hayy, sorry for pausing the story (I am reeeeaaaaalllllyyyyy sorry) but I had to try and finish some of my other stories before I could continue with this one

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I don't own kickin it but I do own my OCs and the plot

Kim POV

I headed into Frank's room and was met with the smell of sweaty socks and gone off fish. I pinched the end of my nose in an attempt to block out the smell which was disgusting and began to look for the Devils Glare

I threw out drawers and tipped out their contents, I rummaged through his wardrobe and tore items off shelves

I knew I was losing time, the other's weren't the best at distracting and Jack was literally hours away from dying.

Just when I gave up hope, I noticed there was one place I hadn't looked yet, Frank's closet. I have heard stories from the Black dragons (when I did karate there) that said it was like committing suicide. Why? The smell! Even though they were boys and the smell should actually seem appealing to them, even they cowered away in fear at the very sight of the door.

Pinching the end of my nose; I reached forward and grabbed the metal door knob. I took a deep breath, and then I swung the door open.

I was blasted with a horrible scent, and I had to tighten the pinch on my nose, before I started to scan over the contents of the closet. Inside were various t shirts that were stained, a bunch of Marvel comic books, an old CD player, a pair of jeans which had one of the legs ripped off and many other things that rendered useless.

Careful not to alert Frank and his mother, I started to throw the things off the shelf, and onto the carpet floor. And in the pile of mess, I still found nothing that was very useful. I sighed, where the heck is that Devil's Glare?

I felt a knot tighten in my stomach, in a matter of minutes; Jack would be lost to the heavens and leave us all here. Alone, and one friend less…

I looked up to the ceiling, but my eyes didn't stop at the pasty white ceiling, my eyesight went through the ceiling, then the roof intill it seemed I was staring at the sky. Of course I wasn't but I pictured it in my head!

"Please show me where the Devil's Glare is!" I pleaded, before I looked away from the roof and crumpled in a heap in the floor. What was I going to do?

"Look on the shelf!" a voice whispered, causing me to jump back to my feet and get into a defence position.

"Who's there?" I asked nervously, no reply.

"Look on the shelf!" the voice said again, the voice was very low and echoed around the room.

Confused, I looked on the shelf again, I was pretty sure I had emptied all the contents of the shelf, but if this creepy voice is going to tell me to look on the shelf I will.

I lifted my arm onto the shelf and began to run my hand across the wooden surface. I wasn't tall enough to look over , but I had to make do with what I could.

I was about to pull my hand away from the shelf when my fingers grabbed onto something made of glass, I fumbled my fingers around the glass cylinder before pulling my arm away from the shelf.

Hope filled my stomach as I looked down into my hand, there in a small glass vile, was a green herbed substance. Devil's Glare!

Thanks for the reviews, and sorry I put the story on hiatus