Bella had been pacing back in forth in her colonial styled home all day. She hadn't eaten, hadn't slept and hadn't worked on any of her projects for law class. Wyatt was the only one who seemed calm and Bella wanted to smack him upside the head.

'Camile Sasha Hansen where are you!' she mentally yelled at her friend. It was a silly thought, absurd and childish; to think wishing or praying would bring back her best friend.

"Ow!" it was when she hit her head on the cabinet door under the sink did she really come back to reality. Bella dropped the liquid she grabbed from the dishes she was doing. She was dazed for a few more seconds when she heard familiar snickering.

"You should really eat something," Wyatt said observing his short fingernails. Bella stood up and walked over to him, eye-level.

"How can you stuff your face when Camile has been missing for 2 days?" Bella exploded poking him in the chest. His expression didn't change.

"I'm not," he said cooly. "And there's only so much the police can do, you know." Bella glared at him, but in all reality he was right. The police can only do so much. If any more days were to go by, though, Bella was going to hire a private investigator. She had the money.

Wyatt stared at her, changing his face from bored to slightly worried. "Bell, you ok?"

"We should call mom and dad," Bella said.

"Already did." Wyatt whipped out a cell phone from his pocket triumphantly.

Bella's brown eyes widened a little. "What did they say?"

Wyatt sighed and looked down a little. "They were on their way back from Peru now. But the trip back is going to be 4 days."

Four days! Bella didn't have four days! She needed her friend back now! They were inseperable. They'd been there for each other when nobody else was there. Bella had parents who were always gone and only a cousin adopted into her home when his parents died when he was a toddler. Camile's parents were less than something to ever talk about. They were filthy, pathetic, and undeserving of her love just as much as theirs in Camile's eyes. They left her alone to rot in the cold barrier of a foster home just when she was trying to make something of her life.

Bella knew they'd been through it, and she figured Camile had it worst than she did. But Bella knew Camile; she wasn't someone to do something stupid. Sure, she was more stubborn than a brick wall and wasn't afraid to be honest, but she was highly intelligent. Strangely enough, the two girls found comfort in watching anime in their teen years. They were still teens, technically, Camile at 18 and a half and Bella at 17 and a half. They were above their grade and young for their age but it irked the girls when someone said they weren't old enough for things.

"Then," Bella started, sighing. "Let them take their time." She said the last part bitterly. It was always like her parents to stall.

"Aunt Hisalia answered," Wyatt said. That was Bella's mom. "You wouldn't believe how frantic they sounded. They were in tears."

"Because they treated Camile like another daughter when they couldn't give me a sibling…?" Bella was talking not so much to Wyatt anymore, but he nodded.

"Why are we talking like she's dead?" Wyatt smiled, trying to ease the mood. "Let's get something to eat! My treat!"

Bella chuckled lightly. "And where would that be?"

"Ice cream!" Wyatt shouted happily. Bella laughed at her cousin's childish selection of food. It wasn't really a meal, but it would do for now. Her stomach wasn't ready for a full meal yet.

She took a hairtie from her wrist and put her mid-length brown hair in a high ponytail. Grabbing her light red sweater from the coat rack, she was readying to leave.

A knock in the door interrupted them just as Wyatt's hand hovered over the doorknob.

"It's the police," Wyatt stated, standing on his tiptoes to see out the peephole.

Bella stared. "Well, open it."

Wyatt opened the door to see two typical Chicago police officers. "Hello, Miss Regan. Mr. Regan."

"Um, hi officers?" Bella greeted. "Anything wrong?"

"We have news on Miss Hansen." The officers didn't change the look on their stoic faces. This is what annoyed Bella, not being able to read their faces. Her stomach gurgled again, the unease returning once more.

Bella gulped. "And?"

"We have not had success finding her. But I would not give up hope yet Miss Regan. We are hiring more officers to check other parts of Chicago and then if need be, you'd have to hire an investigator for the entire state."

Bella found it hard to breathe. Well, at least she wasn't confirmed dead…or alive either. The most sickening part was that the officers really weren't answering anything.

Wyatt and Bella stared at each other, most likely just as dissatisfied.

"We won't keep you any longer," the tall officer said. "Have a nice day, Ms. Regan. If we find anything interesting or any news we'll be sure to let you know."

"Thanks…" Bella said quietly shutting the door slowly. She leaned against the door and sighed.

"Idiots…" Wyatt mumbled. "Can't find out something then why the hell come back and tell us that?"

"I'm going for a walk." Wyatt stared at her curiously. He looked at the window to see storm clouds building up slowly in the dull gray sky.

"Right now?" Bella didn't answer. She went into her bedroom to find some shoes. Wyatt followed after her.

"You uh do realize it's about to rain, right?" Wyatt asked pointing a useless finger in the direction of the sky. Bella continued to stay silent and shuffled around in her closet before she found some brown flats.

"Always have to match don't you?" Wyatt made a ticking sound with his tongue as he observed her matching outfit. She had on a black t-shirt, long red knit sweater, tan khakis, and brown flats. Typical Bella…he thought.

Bella ran out of her bedroom and down the hall to the front door. She was about to leave before he grabbed her wrist.

"Bella," he sighed. "Here's an umbrella, at least." He took out an umbrella from the hall closet and handed it to her. Bella gave a half smile and left without a word. She figured taking a walk would cool her down. She knew Wyatt hadn't done anything, nor the police, and she was mostly angry with herself for not driving Camile home that night. Bella just didn't want to argue or take it out on anyone right now and it took a good amount of willpower for her to do that.

She was walking down the dusty sidewalks of the Chicago suburbs, lost in her train of thought. Her shoes were too tight for her feet and she could already feel blisters forming, but nonetheless she didn't care.

The clouds began to thicken up and formed from a lifeless gray to a splotchy dark gray, threatening black. The clouds were rather high in the sky yet and Bella figured she'd have at least fifteen minutes before it would rain.

She gripped onto the red umbrella in her hands. The sweat transferring from her hand to the handle and back into her skin. She passed the few homes in her well-to-do neighborhood and was now entering the city. Apartments, apartments, a run-down shop, apartments, some random person, oh look more apartments. It was a boring yet strangley inviting gray and red pattern of buildings.

When the black clouds began to fight for dominance in the sky and threaten to plummet their icy cold droplets of water was when Bella decided to turn around back home. The wind was picking up immensely but it was a warm wind, a warm September wind.

"Damn, it's warm," Bella said to herself. She regretted bringing her red sweater even if the wind did run through it, but she kept it on or else Wyatt's motherly scolding would wag a finger at her once she returned home.

She decided to take it off and run through the park real quick before she got home. She tied the red sweater around her waist and ran past an unfamiliar array of building just across from the park. It wasn't a big park, but it would be fun to run through the rain in.

'Bella…' an eerie voice clouded the atmosphere.

"GOD?" Bella shouted looking at the sky for hope. How cool! God was actually talking to her! Totally a Facebook moment later. Bella was yelling at the sky. She looked rather odd and was fortunate no one was around to see it.

'It's time…' The second time she heard the voice, it sounded rather strange to be God. It was like a woman, an echoing woman with a thousand voices. It sounded cold, mocking, unwelcoming. Not like God at all.

"Time for what?" Bella asked. Several seconds past before she stopped looking at the dark sky.

She sighed and continued home, a little confused and wondering if worrying about Camile was causing her to lose it.

Bella gasped when she looked down. She was about to step on something small, brown, and furry. A rodent…?

Bella looked closer, her eyesight wasn't the same with contacts and no glasses.

"Stupid squirrel! Get out of my way!" She yelled at the creature.

It just stared at her with glassy black eyes.

"I'm losing it, aren't I?" Bella smirked at this and pointed a finger at the squirrel. "You're not real."

"Of course I'm real."

Bella just stared down at the furry creature. It talked…? Yep she was losing it.

"Oh my gooooddd!" Bella smacked her forehead and then she laughed, not because it was funny but because she was losing it.

"I need sleep…" she sighed and attempted to walk forward. A small gold locket that Bella kept as a fifteenth birthday present suddenly fell out of her sweater's pocket. The squirrel sniffed it for a moment and then carried it off in its buckteeth and took off running.

"Damn you, squirrel! Give me my locket!" Bella immediately started running after the squirrel. As long as it didn't climb up a tree, she didn't mind. Even if it did, she would do whatever it took to get the locket back.

Only when she tripped did her eyesight on the squirrel gave away. The squirrel wasn't anywhere to be found and tripping over a tree root caused her to get the wind knocked clean out. She wheezed and gasped for air.

"Stupid squirrel…when…I get my hands on your sorry…furry…ass…" Bella tried to get up but when she did, she tripped again. But it was different than just tripping, it seemed her leg was stuck and then it struck her—she was falling.

It took a moment to register she fell down an endless black hole, nothing could be heard but her screams and rising heartbeat. Nothing could be felt but the wind from the fall rushing through her hair, clothes, and skin.

'Damn squirrel…' was the final thought she had before she completely blacked out on impact.

Luki was amazed. He had watched the whole thing from his window; Bella Regan was across his house, his house and at the park! He slowly opened his door and attempted to see what she was doing—or at least whom she was talking to. He saw her yelling at the sky but couldn't make out any words.

Only when he heard words like 'damn' and 'squirrel' did he actually approach the park. He felt like such a stalker and reprimanded himself for it, but there was something pushing him there…

Whoosh! He flung his head around from the tree he was hiding behind to see her at least forty feet down the park and on the ground. Luki winced at hearing her body hit the ground so hard and her heavy breathing. She had knocked the wind out of her.

His deep ocean-colored eyes opened in fear and he found his legs rushing to meet her. He saw her get up and relaxed a little, but all that soon faded when she fell into a puddle…? No, it was black and it looked like a hole. Luki immediately rushed over to find what seemed to be an endless swirling black hole in the ground. It was no bigger than twenty inches and he couldn't see Bella anymore.

"Bella!" he shouted after her only to feel himself slowly being pushed into the hole. Luki screamed as he felt the same fate as his crush and blacked out when he hit something very solid.

Beady black eyes stared evilly and chuckled.

"SUCKERS!" The squirrel dropped Bella's locket into the hole and it magically closed up. The park was silent and it slowly began to rain, leaving no sign or instance anything ever happened. The squirrel happily hopped off up the tree to take shelter from the impending storm.

Wyatt looked out his window as it slowly started to drizzle and eventually pour. He sighed and only hoped Bella would come home soon. But Bella was smart, he thought, and she would have probably found a building by now.

He wandered off into Bella's bedroom and stared at the untouched Fullmetal Alchemist series on her dresser by the TV.

"Guilty pleasure." Wyatt smiled to himself and his brown eyes glowed mischievously. He took the set of DVDs into the living room to watch them.

He plopped down on the sofa and as soon as the opening credits came on, a crash of thunder shook the whole house. Wyatt rolled his eyes and mentally cursed at the storm. He continued watching the opening credits in when—woom. That was the sound heard of all electricity leaving the house temporarily. It wasn't exactly dark, but it was dark enough to need a candle or two.

"Ugh!" Wyatt groaned loudly that filled the entire house. It was a good thing his Uncle Winston had taught him some basic tricks when things like this happened.

"Better fix the generator," Wyatt grumbled to himself. He yawned a little and wiped his tired eyes. He went into the kitchen and took out a flashlight. His hands opened the greasy knob of the door that leads into the basement.

Step—creak—step—creak!

Sounds of thunder upstairs and several flashes of lightning continue to flood the house, even in the high windows of the basement. Wyatt hit his head on some pipe coming down the stairs that he did not see. He was the same age as Bella and was a little on the short side for a guy and wondered how he could have hit a pipe just now.

He pointed the flashlight around until he found the generator.

"Okay. Now to—" a groan was the last thing to leave his mouth when something cold and rusty hit his back. It was horrible; he could feel it through his spine.

Another flash of lightning and he saw a figure—a shadow. It was too quiet until a flash revealed the figure in Wyatt's startled face. He was no match and clearly outwitted. Wyatt was being beaten, blood threatened to spill out of his aching body. He curled on his knees and yelled out whoever was there to not harm him. In the back of his mind he found this useless but said it anyway.

"Ugh—un…p-lease!" Wyatt weakly pleaded. His pleads were not heard and he felt a tear strickle down his bloody cheek before he passed out.

Me: Wow! :O I always knew squirrels were bad! Or maybe I just watched Hoodwinked one too many times?

Bella: It's the first one *groans and rubs head*

Me: Bella! You're supposed to be in a black hole! With a lovestricken stalker boy running after you!

Bella: *shrugs*

Me: *gets some Rudy chalk and draws a hole in the ground*

Bella: Oh geez not again!

Me: :D *pushes Bella down* YOU JUST GOT CHALKZONED

Luki: *stares*

Me: WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

Luki: Meep. *Hops down hole too*

Me: Muwahaha! Good! Now please review and I'll give you people a plushie! Of…Thor! *Drools everywhere* and don't worry! All the FMA people will be seen next chapter! But Envy is coming in like two…poo! So review and let me know how you like it so far and if you want me to change something or you have an idea! THANKS!