Now for a new chapter… where things get pretty intense.

Things To Remember:

1) I only own my OC and myself, nothing else, blah blah blah…

2) Aliases include: Timothy= Buckwheat, Brielle= Brelyn, Kiff= Crim, Anna= Ginger… nothing has changed yet…

3) Astrid and Allan are no longer the authors, just OC… poor souls.

4) This is Fanfiction, so everything in this story is completely made-up and is only for entertainment purposes… if you haven't gotten THAT through your head, then you need professional help.

5) Characters may be OC, which you've probably noticed already. For this, I apologize.

Now, lets get on with it!

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FF2's POV

I knew something was wrong the moment things slowed down.

I was still up, looking through my collection of Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards, sorting them out, thinking of possible combinations I could give to Allen in my future stories. As I did, I had a lot on my mind, more than the fact that Jennifer was still on the loose and wanted to destroy us all: being next in line to run the Disney company (this, I found cool), what kind of 'unique' cartoonbrid powers I possessed (along with Silver… or did we share the same power?), starting school at the end of summer (Senior year, finally), and- something that was more on Silver's mind than mine- if Stalker really did like him…

Okay, so it seems weird that in the middle of a mission to capture a group of villains, one of the things that my werewolf-half thinks about most is how a she-wolf feels about him. I guess that's one thing that makes Silver different from Fangface: he thinks more about his 'social status'… and has a darker attitude during a fight. At least he's not like Skeith, I thought, lying out my cards as if I were playing solitaire. I came to realize that I had neglected using Skeith when I possessed the bracelet, before passing it down to Allan, but I had a good reason- that avatar of mine creeped me out, and was often hard to control. Secretly, I wished I had turned into him during my battle with Dark-Al, so he could have used his 'shadow-drain' skill and erased him.

But, sadly, the thought didn't cross my mind, as I was more focused on trying to defeat my dark-ego rather than thinking on how I'd do it. I wish I could find that spell he used, maybe use it for my own purpose- a good purpose.

"Whatcha doing?" A voice asked, and I turned to see Astrid standing beside me, wearing a red hoodie, brown pants with holes at the knees, and gray hiking boots. Throw in a gray, black-rimmed hat on top of her black hair, and you've got a Puggsy cameo. I thought… but I wouldn't dare say that aloud to her. She may be just WG's Nobody… problem was, she was WG's Nobody, and Lord only knew what kind of internal damage she could do to my vital organs if I got on her bad side.

"Eh. Messing with my Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards." I replied.

She sat down in a chair next to me, looking at all the cards. "You know, I was never interested in Yu-Gi-Oh!, but Allan sure seems into it."

"I don't blame him… especially since we're the same person! They're pretty powerful cards, too…"

She nodded. "I could tell from the episode-previews on TV." she then rubbed her chin. "You know… I don't know whether WG would think it was OOC of me or not, but… I think I'd like to learn a few things. Think you can show me?"

I grinned, folding up the deck of cards. "Sure! The first thing you need to know is-"

"We've got trouble!" Stalker cried, bursting into the room.

"What?"

"Outside! C'mon!"

We followed her outside…

WG's POV

As I walked through the forest back to the apartments, I couldn't help smiling at what Puggsy had said to me. The most critical, agitated, unfortunate (and somewhat funny) cartoon character I had grown fond of, who I even harassed on many occasions, had actually given me some useful advice, rather than telling me to 'suck it up and move on', like I figured he would. Was it because he had actually knew how I felt, or was it because I was… nice to him? 'Give kindness, and you receive kindness', as they would say…

Except, in reality, kindness didn't come without a price. I've been nice to others who still tormented me… Mostly guys at school, sometimes members of my own family. Jennifer was pretty much the first one who tormented me- which I'm pretty thankful for, otherwise I wouldn't have any experience on dealing with the bigger jerks in life. I wasn't lying when I said we made up many times after getting into a quarrel- I mean, we're sisters. We're supposed to quarrel! Don't ask me why… it's the natural order of the universe for siblings to bicker.

Of course, I highly doubt everyone else's sister would go so far as to annihilate her little sibling's favorite cartoon character, just so she'd 'grow up' and 'act like a real girl' and all the other crap she's been telling me to do since the day I hit teenage-hood. And my other five sisters were no help either… It's as if I'm the only tomboy in the family! I shook my head, deciding not to focus on my 'feminine-sisters' issues and enjoy the evening. The sky was decorated with stars, the wind blew softly, and the forest was absolutely still…

TOO still.

I couldn't help but paused once I reached the sidewalk. Wasn't Puggsy coming back too? It wouldn't be like him to remain out in the forest alone, especially at night. Maybe he's just going to hang around that pond a while longer, get some complete solitude… A positive voice said inside my head.

I doubt it.

Maybe he got lost, trying to get back. A negative voice suggested this time, and I couldn't help but agree with it. After all, I HAD dragged him through the forest without giving him a chance to study the path we took. Then again, he had a good sense of direction and could find his way back toward town…

"Have a nice chat with your boyfriend, Brielle?" A voice said behind me… a smarmy voice that sent goosebumps up my spine and made my teeth grit and my fists clench in anger.

"What do you want, Jennifer?" I snarled, turning around… seeing that Jennifer wasn't alone. With her was Marlow, Vincent, Marcus, Ed, and Snake.

"I've come here to negotiate," Jennifer smirked- a snobby smirk that caused my blood to boil in rage and give me the urge to rip off her lips so she could never smirk again.

"I don't negotiate with people who try to kill- and pretty much killed- my friends!"

Jennifer sneered. "I highly doubt that- just because she 'created' you- my sister would be your friend, you make-believed b-"

"Allow me to handle the talking, Jennifer," Marcus said, interrupting Jennifer before she could finish her cuss, then turned to me. "Here's our deal: just have Mr. Ruby and Mr. Spears come talk to us to discuss some terms about their cartoon characters, and we'll leave you all alone."

Bull. Crap. I knew why Marcus wanted them- he had kidnapped them last year, so they wouldn't tell me and FF2 that we were the 'chosen ones' that could save the whole tooniverse! I didn't think he would try it again- after all, he was my OC as well, and I didn't exactly write him up to repeat the same deed twice- but I wasn't about to take any chances. And I knew why they would want to talk to Joe and Ken: to 'convince' them not to make any new Fangface episodes, and possibly restrict the werewolf from having any contact with me… just to break my spirit, if not his. Jennifer would then probably give out an order to kidnap him, then, since no one would know about him and he wouldn't have any cartoonbrid fans to show him support, let alone back him up.

"I have a different idea." I scoffed. "How about you all turn around, bend over, and I kick your-"

*SMACK!*

Before I could finish, Jennifer had stepped up and smacked me. Figures. She always got steamed whenever I mouthed back at her. If we were in the real world, we would have ended up in a slap-fight, cussed at each other, then I'd lock myself in my room and cry, until she came in an hour later and we made up or until my tears put me asleep. …But, we weren't in the real world anymore, and we were waaaaaaay past the 'slap-fight' level. It was time for ACTION, now! I raised my fist, ready to punch her…

At the sight of my raising fist, Ed cracked his knuckles; Snake pulled out a switch-blade; Marcus cracked his neck; and Marlow and Vincent took out guns. I knew what would happen- if I so much as touched Jennifer, they'd lunge all at once. "Don't you think you're a little old enough to learn how to protect yourself, Jen?" I scoffed.

"…Or smart enough to know you can't kill a cartoonbrid?" Another voice added, and I turned to see the others behind me, obviously not liking the fact that Jennifer's little 'body-guards' were letting her get away with smacking me… that, or they just weren't happy to see them. Probably the second one. Although, looking at Silver, it seemed like another story, the way the hair stood up on the back of his neck and his eyes glared furiously- if Fangface was giving the same look, it would be a tad intimidating.

Jennifer smirked, then snapped her fingers. Vincent- obviously having cartoonbrid powers as well, I see- reached into the bushes and pulled out a bound and gagged figure. Everyone gasped, and it took me two seconds too long to realize it was…

"Puggsy!" Brelyn gasped.

"Dad!" Kiff cried out.

His body was limp, and he had a bruise on his head, but he was still breathing, so I figured he was just unconscious. …At least, I hope so.

"We figured that, since your dumb lover wasn't a werewolf anymore and- unlike you- could actually be killed and remain dead… Well, lets just say you shouldn't pull anything stupid." Jennifer said, that annoying smirk remaining on her face.

"Okay, one: let him go before I use my powers to kill you. And two: I'M NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM, YOU SNOT!" I yelled, turning red.

"Oh, Brielle… Is this what has become of you? Denying your love for this ugly moron just to-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF CRUD, I'M NOT BRIELLE!" I lifted up my neck, showing it was bare. "If I were Brielle, I'd have a scar on my neck from when Vincent cut me-"

"By accident!" Vincent added defensively.

"…after holding her hostage…" Hunter added with a scoff.

"Do you SEE a scar on my neck?" I snapped, continuing my argument. "Face it, Jennifer: YOU got mixed up and hit BRIELLE rather than ME! Admit it, you were WRONG! You're trying to avenge the death of someone you don't even LIKE!"

"Liar! You're just trying to psych me out!" Jennifer snarled, then turned to Snake. "Snake, why don't you give that short, fat-"

"Muscular! He's MUSCULAR, you messed-up bimbo!"

"- a few scars along his throat?"

"With pleasure, babe," Snake said, chuckling sinisterly… wait, did he just call my sister a babe?

"If I was Brielle and not WG, would I have the ability to control my characters like THIS?" I waved my hands, my eyes flashing different colors as I imagined Snake doing something completely different. Suddenly, he froze, dropping the knife… Yes! It's working!

"SNAP OUT OF IT!" Marcus yelled, obviously spotting my trick and smacking Snake upside the head, breaking him out of my control.

"What the-" Snake snapped, rubbing his head.

Jennifer turned to me, bewildered. "You ARE my sister!" she gasped.

"Yeah, and I had to use my author-powers to finally prove it to you!" I sneered.

"No… actually I figured it out because no one could keep up arguing with me for this long," Her smirk returned. "Of course, now that I know you're fine… I have a new negotiation: come back to the real world with ME, or your friend dies," She looked over at Vincent, who held a gun to Puggsy's head…

…I am now starting to regret using Puggsy as a victim…

"And if that doesn't work, I have a few allies waiting to pounce on the rest of your non-cartoonbrid friends once they're alone… or when they THINK they're alone," Ed said, smiling an evil smile. Being a powerful 'business' man, I wouldn't doubt that he rounded up some new henchmen.

FF2 and I looked at each other, knowing Jennifer had a point: just because she couldn't kill US, didn't mean she could kill our friends… and as evil as she was being right now, I knew she would go through with it.

"Let him go!" Brelyn yelled, balling her fists and stepping forward. When Snake aimed his knife, Vincent waved him to pull back.

"She's one of them," Vincent warned.

One of us? I wondered. What did he mean? Was this mysterious girl I had never seen before a cartoonbrid too, or was he referring to another 'them'? I was confused, but kept my focus, keeping my mind on the matter at hand.

"I say we just kill him," Marlow scoffed, his glare falling on Hardy. "If we kill him, that beast-half of his will die as well," Hardy let out a snarl in response, but I thought it came from Brelyn first, the way she gritted her teeth. Suddenly, the werewolf hunter smiled, his gaze looking past Hardy. "I'll bet YOU would like that, right Lamone? Watching me exterminate one of the hairy abominations you despise as well,"

I looked over at Lamone… stunned to see that he was glaring daggers at Marlow, and if looks could kill, anyone within his gaze would drop dead in a heartbeat. "Let. Him. Go." He said, his voice as dark as his expression… If Puggsy were giving the same look, it would be downright startling.

Marlow sneered. "What's the matter, old friend? Don't you still share a hatred toward these monsters… or did you forget what they did, twenty years ago?"

"That's none of my concern anymore, Marlow. …Though, I still have one regret: not letting them devour you and actually saving you."

Whaaaaaaaat? Was all I thought.

"Oh, let me guess… after all these years, you grew fond of these creatures, haven't you? Can't bare to watch me kill any of them-"

"I couldn't bare it in the first place. The only reason why I hated them is because of their ignorance and lack of humane characteristics," he turned his gaze toward the werewolves for a split second, then turned back to Marlow. "After being with some, it turns out that the only ignorant, inhumane, repulsive monsters that lurk these parts is you and these idiotic comrades of yours. …That, and the 'beast' you just threatened just so happens to be my cousin,"

I couldn't believe it. Lamone, the vampire who had shown disdain for werewolves and seemed embarrassed about having Puggsy and Kiff for relatives, was actually standing up for them against Marlow… who he said he had rescued? This wasn't making much sense to me… and I was writing the story!

Marlow pulled out a knife, caressing the side of it, sighing sadly. "It's a shame, Lamone… I thought we could have joined up and made a great team. But… I-guess-not!" He had thrown the knife on 'I', and… unfortunately… his aim was good, for he had pierced Lamone right in the heart, making the vampire screech in pain.

"Wh… What's going on?" Puggsy asked, finally coming to… just in time to see his cousin fall to the ground. "Lamone? What… WHICH ONE OF YOU MORONS MURDIFIED MY COUSIN?"

Snake raised a knife to his throat, silencing him. "That's none of your concern, bozo," he sneered.

We all wanted to attack, but as long as Puggsy had a gun to his head and a knife to his throat, we knew that a single move would end up… (gulp) giving twin funerals for him and his cousin.

"So, what do you say, 'sis'?" Jennifer asked. "Will you come quietly, or do you want your friend with the speech-impediment to join his cousin?"

I wanted to kill her. I wanted to kill her, go back in time, grab her past-self, drag it back, and make her watch herself die in her cold, poisonous blood. I wanted to kill her and tell her that Puggsy had an awesome vocabulary, NOT a speech-impediment! …But as long as she held my friend hostage, and the rest of the villains offered to kill my non-cartoonbrid friends, I had no choice, and I made the biggest mistake of my life…

"You're a bitch," I muttered, before crossing over to her.

"Good girl…" Jennifer said… then jammed a syringe in my arm that made my vision fade to pitch-black!

Leave it to my psychotic bitch-of-a-sister to double-cross me.

Tracker's POV

I returned from my search, just in time to see Jennifer stab WG with something. The others cried out and ran to help her, but in a puff of smoke they disappeared. I parked my car and climbed out, rushing to the scene… seeing a dead Lamone on the pavement, a stunned FF2, and one furious Stalker, so I KNEW things weren't looking good at all. "What happened?" I asked as I ran toward them… even though it was a dumb question and I knew the answer: disaster hit.

"That stupid $% !" Kiff yelled, and I'm pretty sure both his parents would have smacked him and shoved soap in his mouth for his choice words. "She tricked us! She kidnapped both my dad and half-mom! She… she…" he covered his face with his hands and fell to his knees, and that young stranger girl… Brelyn, I think was her name… knelt down and put an arm around him, watching as he switched his age to 6 to cry (not to look like a sissy, I suppose).

"She didn't just kidnap WG and Puggsy…" Allen gasped, kneeling down… picking up a red cap and an orange cap. "She took Silver and Fangface, too!"

I looked over at Hunter, who's eyes widened in both shock and hatred. I couldn't blame her- I created her to love Fangface, so I didn't have a doubt that she'd rip apart those villains if they tried to kill them. "We've got to track them down," I said.

"How? They've probably disappeared to some remote island!" Anna sobbed, hugging Timothy and obviously thinking the worst.

"Yeah, and with that Houdini act they used, we'll NEVER be able to find 'em!" Timothy added.

I knelt down, seeing a stray patch of dirt on the pavement… from the color of it, I could tell it didn't come from the woods. "Fangs, you still collect dirt, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" Fangs asked, and I motioned him over and had him observe the dirt. Taking out a magnifying scope and studying it, he began to mumble what kind of minerals were in it. "Gosh… it's no dirt I've ever collected, yet!"

"Here, let me see," Timothy said, then observed the dirt just as his father did. "Well, shucks, Dad! This dirt comes from Arizona… possibly Tucson, near the Santa Cruz River." We all stared at him, in disbelief. "What? Can't a kid collect a little dirt once in a while?"

If that didn't prove he was Fangs' son, I didn't know what did.

"C'mon, guys… we've got some friends to find!" I said.

"What about Lamone?" Hardy asked, looking at his cousin, sadly.

"I'll take care of him… you just make sure our friends are okay," Brelyn volunteered, sliding Lamone's arm over her shoulders and carrying him. She then turned to Kiff. "And I suggest you help them, Kiffy. If your dad finds out you stayed here to cry and mourn, he'd think he raised you wrong," She then began walking off.

"C'mon, Crim!" Blackrose said, as she and Anna laced their arms with Kiff's, changing their ages to match his. "(grr) We've got to save our dads! …Maybe get a raise in our allowance for it!"

"Blackrose…" Hunter warned, sternly.

"Sorry."

Without further hesitation, we climbed into our vehicles and drove off to save our friends.

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FF2: Hey, guys. Um… due to the circumstances of THIS chapter- namely the authoress being kidnapped by her make-believe, psychotic sister… I've been left with the responsibility to-

Stalker: (pops up) Leave your minds boggled with questions! Will WG, Puggsy, Fangface, and Silver be okay? Will we reach them in time? Is Lamone really dead? Stay tuned to find out!

Tracker: And please review, but do not flame.

FF2: Hey! I was supposed to say all that!

Stalker & Tracker: Too late!

FF2: Jerks (pouts).