The plot thickens! Thanks for all the reviews! And now, *takes on an announcer voice* Meanwhile, in the truck…
Phineas' pov
Where am I? What's going on? Where's Ferb? where's Isabella? Thoughts crashed through my mind as I returned to consciousness. I realized that my hands were chained behind my back and I was still in the truck. The toxins are still in my bloodstream, and I can't move. I tried to move my head to see if I was the only one here. I gulped. I wasn't.
"Welcome back to the world of the living, child." The man held a gun and so much protective gear you couldn't tell he was a man if he hadn't talked. I cleared my throat to see if I could talk.
"Uhn. Uhm, who are you?" I managed to ask, my voice slurred and groggy, but at least I could still talk. The man laughed.
"Nice try, but the boss specifically warned me about your little mind games." The man said. I put on my best innocent look.
"Who me? Mind games? I'm just a kid." I said. The man hesitated. Good.
"Then why does the boss want you so bad?" He asked. He was smarter than the people I was used to playing. You know, Buford, Thaddeous, my teachers. He deserved a good story.
"The boss? You mean Carter Henele, don't you?" I asked. He jerked in surprise, and I took that as a yes. "So. You wanna know the reason why Carter wants me? Because he's my dad." Another look of surprise. Now for the lying. "When I was 3 years old my mom and him got in a fight. Mom got mad at him, and left with us. He never forgave her for that and always wanted to get her back. So he's going to kidnap me to do that." The man was a good listener.
"Who's 'us'?" he asked. I looked at him, confused.
"Huh?" I asked.
"'Mom got mad at him and left with us'." The man quoted. Crap. He was a worthy opponent.
"My big sister." I said. I made my face look sad and my voice catch a little. "She – she was killed in a car accident when I was five." I sobbed a little for effect. It actually worked. His rifle lowered about 3 inches. I made my eyes water, a skill I learned when I was little and home alone to beg candy from our neighbors. I was a little out of practice, so I was happy with the outcome. The man lowered his rifle even more. It was now pointed at my stomach instead of my head. I tested my hands. I could move them again. "Mr., I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have told you about my family life." I said in an imitation-Suzy voice.
"No, that's fine, that's fine." He said quickly. "So is your Mom worried about you?" He asked.
"I don't know where she is right now." I said. "She disappeared right before I went out to the woods to find my lost cat and got caught." That was the biggest chance. It would only work if he hadn't been in the chopper I grounded. Luckily, he wasn't. the rifle was now touching the floor. I made a face like I was in pain.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"My hands – I can't feel them." I said in my best scared voice. Wow, I could be a con artist. The man leaned over me to touch the handcuffs.
"Weird cuffs." He muttered. "I guess it couldn't hurt anyone if I loosened them a little." He said to me. I smiled at him hopefully. Sucker. I thought. He loosened the cuffs just enough for me to move my hands a little. Just enough for me to generate enough telekinesis to kill him. But I didn't do that. I forced the power into the cuffs. They snapped open under the effort. I caught them before they hit the ground.
"Thanks. I feel so much better." I said, smiling in a childish way. He nodded. I laughed inside. Wow I'm better at this than Suzy! Well – maybe not that good. Anyway, Suzy would be so proud to see how well her manipulation lessons are paying off.
Suzy's pov
We were running down the hall as fast as we could. Guards in front of us were taken care of by Baljeat and Buford. But the element of surprise only works a limited amount of times. Now we were all running for our lives towards the exit. I tripped and fell, but curled up into a ball so the others could run over me. They needed to get out. But Jeremy and Isabella stopped and ran back to me.
"No guys, you need to leave!" I ordered, trying to break the string wrapped around my ankles. A laser laced through the air, almost hitting my hands. The string was burned.
"Jeremy, Suzy, Isabella – no resting we have to get out of here!" Candace called. We ran after the others, but stopped when we saw the entry was blocked by more guards. My animals were inside an electric fence outside.
Sorry Suzy. they growled. Let us out of here you bi-ped Freaks! to the guards. I sighed. It was over.
"Hands up, or tiki-man dies." A man held a pistol at Ferb's head.
Phineas' pov
I tied the last of the men up and left. I jogged around to the front of the building. A bunch of wild animals were in an electric fence. That was just wrong. I saw a group of heavily armed guards at the door. I looked around them and gasped. My friends!
"hands up, or the tiki-man dies." A voice I knew very well said, aiming a pistol at Ferb. The voice that haunted my nightmares. The voice that had accompanied my pain when I was so young. The voice that had chased us through Danville and now captured us here.
"Leave him alone!" I yelled. Everybody turned to me so fast it was like they'd planned it.
"What did you say?" the voice asked, low and deadly. I swallowed hard.
"I said leave him alone." I paused. "Dad."