Jay and Blake stared at Kyler as she finished her story. Jay's jaw dropped open, wondering why the hell Jason never taught Justin about stranger dangers. Well, actually Jay could probably guess there were three reasons for that. Number one, no crime had ever happened in their neighborhood. Number two, he was around Justin nearly 24/7, and any punk who tried to hurt Justin would get their ass handed to them by a thirteen year old ninja with ten years of training under his belt. Number three, if Jason ever found out someone hurt or kidnapped his daughter, hell if anyone ever bumped into her on the street, he would torture them for hours on end, and just let them bleed out right then and there.

Probably do the same to whoever was to blame for Justin getting kidnapped… oh no.

Jay looked up at Blake, "Dude, I've got to get her back before Jason finds out, or he is going to kill me. Literally kill me!"

Blake nodded, "No problem bro, I've got the goods!"

Blake walked over to his bed, lifting up the mattress, "Take a look."

Jay looked, seeing a variety of weapons hidden in the box spring. There were two hand pistols, and one cutting edge sniper rifle. There were three grenades, eight different knives (some were styles Jay hadn't even seen), nun-chucks, a Japanese katana, seven throwing stars, a retractable bo staff, several bundles of rope, a cross-bow and several arrows, three first aid kits, and even, two batarangs.

"Where did you get this stuff!?" Jay asked, not being able to handle the fact his best friend slept on a damn arsenal.

"Well, I got the guns from my uncle, he's a sniper for the Army, and he got really drunk about three Christmases ago, and just gave them to me. I got most of the knives form this dealer five blocks from school, I kind of made the grenades myself, and the rest I got of the internet."

"… how did you even afford all this-"

"I'll tell you later, now do you want to save your sister, or not?" Blake asked, "The police are absolutely useless, so where do we start looking?"

Kyler piped up, "I remember the numbers on the van!"

Blake sat down at his desk, "Tell them to me, I'll hack into the traffic cameras and see if I can tell where he's going."

Jay couldn't get any more shocked, "You can do that?"

"A ten year old with a cell phone could do that." Blake waved off.

Kyler told him the license plate number, and he quickly went to work, "Hey Jay, this is gonna take awhile, take carrot top home, bribe her into keeping quiet, then come back ,I should have something for you then."

Jay lead Kyler down the sidewalk, making her swear up and down not to tell anyone, ever. And topped it off with a Twix bar.

Jay went back to Blake's, and he had punched an address into his GPS, "I've got his house, let's get this son of a bitch."

Blake took the sniper rifle, shoving it into his duffle bag, and Jay took the hand guns, shoving them into his back pack. Blake took the katana. Jay took the retractable bo staff. Blake took the batarangs. Jay took the ninja stars.

"You think we've got enough?" Blake asked.

Jay nodded, "Yeah, anymore and we'll be suspicious, with these huge bulging bags."

"That's what-"

"If you say that's what she said again, I'm gonna hit you."

"Rodger that."

Both boys jumped on their bikes, riding on the sidewalks through town, past all the traffic, and into a more crime infested part of Star City. A kind of block where if someone screams "Rape!" Everyone just kind of walks away.

Blake pulled up next to an abandoned garage, parking his bike out, "Alright man, I'm pretty sure this is the place."

"Pretty sure?" Jay asked.

"The traffic cameras stopped about eight miles back." Blake said, wiping sweat from his brow, "But the van was registered to this address. So yeah, I'm pretty sure."

WITH JUSTIN:

The minute the man had taken me into his house, I could just tell, something was wrong. He smiled in a weird way. He touched me in a weird way. He talked to me in a weird way.

His smile was to big, and his eyes were never looking at my face when he talked, he just kept staring at my pants. When he touched my shoulder to guide me into a different room, his thumb would stroke it, rubbing tiny circles into my muscles.

"Do you like the color pink?" he asked, holding up a small little pink circle inside a see through plastic package.

"No."

"…Do you like the color red?" He asked, smiling creepily again, holding up a red circle instead.

I nodded, "Yeah, I like red. My daddy really likes red too. He says that he really likes the color red because it's the color of blood."

He stared at me for a minute, and then grinned. "Can you play a game with me then?"

"… What game?"

"It's called the quiet game-"

"No way!" I snapped, "My mommy tricked me with that game once, and I'm not doing it again! She said it was a game, but it wasn't! She just wanted me to stop singing in the car!"

I started to walk past him, "Yer a stinker face mister! And I'm not falling for it!"

He suddenly grabbed my shoulder, yanking me up and sitting me down on his table, "Kid, I've tried to be nice about this, but if you're not going to behave, you're going to be punished."

"… no."

"What?"

"No, you can't punish me, because yer not my daddy!"

He grinned again, "You can call me daddy, if you want to."

"Yer not my daddy! My daddy is taller than you, and he lifts a lot of weights! He's got guns in his closet, but I'm not allowed to touch them."

For a moment, the man looked scared, but then he just brushed it off, "No big deal, not like he'd ever find me."

"I did."

We both looked up to see Jay in the doorway, holding a gun, but it didn't look like Daddy's gun.

The man looked really scared, and he stepped away from me, "Who, who are you?"

"That's my little sister."

Blake walked in the other door, pointing a bigger gun at the man, "Yeah, and my protégé in the dark arts."

I nodded, crossing my arms at the man as I stood up on the table, trying to look mad, "Yeah, and you're a conformist!"

"You, you boys have it all wrong, I just found her wandering around the city, and she said she was lost-"

"You're holding a condom." Blake said.

"She found my stash under my couch cushion, I was just trying to tell her not to-"

"Save it!" Jay yelled, "Blake, take Justin out of here."

Blake frowned, "But I wanna shove a knife up his ass."

"Blake!" Jay snapped.

Blake groaned, "Fine, come on little fire cracker."

I jumped down from the table, walking out of the building with Blake. I heard a scream from inside, and tuned to look, "What's going on?"

Blake pulled me onto the sidewalk, taking out his MP3 player, "Here, listen to some of my songs, okay?"

By the time Jay had come out, I had already listened to all of Blake's Nickleback songs. Jay put all of his stuff from his backpack into Blake's duffle bag, and then strapped his backpack to his handle bars. He put me inside the back pack, but left it unzipped so I could stick my head out, "Are you comfortable Justin?"

"No."

"Good, after riding all the way across Star City to find you, nighter are we." Blake laughed.

It was a long ride back home, when we got back we had already missed dinner, but I wasn't that hungry because Blake gave me a candy bar.

When we got back to our neighborhood, Blake left to go to his house, and Jay and me walked home. The minute Jay opened the door, Daddy ran into the living room, "WHERE WERE YOU!?"

Jay flinched, "Justin is fine-"

Daddy scooped me up, yanking me away from Jay, "I can see that, wait for me in the garage!"

Jay ran out to the garage, and Daddy slammed the door closed, and then just stood there, holding me. He just held me for a long time, and then I felt his shoulders shaking. "Daddy?"

I pulled myself away from his shoulder, and looked at his face, but he turned away, sniffing, and then put his sleeve up to his eyes, "I'm just, I'm just really tired Justin, okay? Are you tired?"

I nodded, "Yeah, Jay and Blake drove me all around town today, it was fun! Except for the weird man in the white van, but Jay made him leave me alone."

Daddy was quiet for a minute, "Justin, what did this man do to you before Jay made him stop?"

"He showed me this weird thing, Blake called it a condom."

Daddy's grip tightened on me, "KIM!"

Mommy stepped into the room, "What?"

"Honey, can you put Justin to bed, I wanna talk to Jay."

Mommy put me into bed, singing a lullaby to me. "There's a place not far, where the wild things are. You might not believe me but it's true. There's a place, so near. Close your eyes and let it appear. There's a whole world, waiting for you. There's so much more wonderful than we can see. Close your eyes and believe. Close your eyes it's not hard, to go where the wild things are. To go where the wonderful wild things are."

WITH JASON:

I walked out into the garage, seeing Jay standing there. "Jay."

Jay looked up at me, fear evident in his eyes. "Yes sensei?"

"Justin told me what happened. Where's the sick bastard that tried to… tried to rape my daughter?"

Jay paused, "You're not… mad at me?"

"Where is he!?" I snapped, grabbing the front of Jay's shirt and shaking him slightly.

"Dead." Jay answered, "I killed him."

I felt my entire body deflate, every ounce of anger falling out of me, just vanishing like smoke into the air. Before I could even register what I was doing, I wrapped my arms around Jay, hugging him tightly. "Thank you. Thank you so much Jay."