Hmmm I need to do something to the characters or the story will get boring. This is probably gonna be weird but just remember I'm out of ideas. Don't hate me if I get out of control and kill someone which might happen soon. Hopefully the characters can take care of themselves.
Suzy's pov
"Jeremy?" I called cautiously. "Jerem - oh no." I saw my brother getting shoved at gunpoint towards a car. I felt the hot burning anger that made me crazy around Candace fill me until I was boiling over. I looked around and saw a crowbar. I smiled evilly and grabbed it. I'm gonna enjoy this. I headed toward them. I suddenly felt someone grab me from behind and cover my mouth. I began hitting them randomly with the crowbar. I heard them grunt in surprise and pain.
"See I told you she's evil." I heard Buford Van Stomm say. I stopped hitting him and stopped squirming. I felt him loosen his grip. Perfect. I pushed against him and shifted my body weight forward. He flew over my head and landed on the ground with a moan. I saw Baljeet Patel gasp in surprise.
"Wow you were right she is good." He said in his heavily accented voice. I glared at the boys.
"What're you doin here?" I growled, looking over my shoulder as the car pulled away. Now I was really mad. "You idiots!" I hissed. "Now I'll never find Jeremy!" Buford backed up a step.
"Don't worry we'll help you, but first you have to help us find Dinner Bell and the others." He said. "We think they have something to do with why everyone's getting terrorized." I thought about it. The Flynns – yeah, that was definitely a possibility. An actually good idea. And if it was Candace's fault – oh I would KILL her. I looked at the nerd and the bully.
"I'm in."
Doofinshmirtz's pov
I looked in on the boy. He was sleeping, having nightmares as usual. I wondered who had shot him and why he was running like people were after him. I decided I didn't care and turned back to my newest invention. I made the finishing touches and crept over to the boy's sleeping form. I felt a little guilty doing this after I gained his trust, but hey, it's been almost 48 hours and Doofy's getting restless. I ran the scanner over his body and crept out of the room. Evil never rests.
I put the chip into my computer and looked at the results. Wow. He had lots of power. If I tapped into his power I could run all my inators and have some left over to run a nuclear power plant. I was beginning to see why he was running. I probably wasn't the only one who wanted that power. I started thinking. He was in my house. He didn't suspect anything. He was hurt. He trusted me. I stopped. He trusted me. Evil never rests. But he trusted me. Evil never takes a break. He was just a kid. Evil doesn't make excuses. I was only about his age when my parents disowned me. Evil doesn't care about anything or anyone else. I suddenly remembered lots of things people had said to me throughout my life.
"Heinz, you need to get serious about evil."
"You're a failure at evil."
"You can be a seriously evil person if you stop feeling sorry for people."
"Thanks Heinz, you don't know how much this means to me." Phineas. Or everybody else. I hung my head. "I'm sorry Phineas." I whispered. I got out my tools.
Okay. So no death in this chapter. Maybe in the next one… Review and comment!