FES: I'd like to thank jakxkeiraaddict for beta-writing this. Abby give you cookie.

Abby: *Gives cookie to JKA*

FES: And thanks to White Cherry Rose for the reviews! Abby ...

Abby: I know, I know! *Gives cookie to WCR*Bryce sighed. "My name is Bryce and I'd like to speak to Jak Mar."

The young girl drummed her fingers on the phone impatiently as she listened to the sounds of a computer mouse clicking from the other line.

"He checked out yesterday," the hospital receptionist said.

Bryce's heart was stuck in her throat. Jak had just checked in... yesterday. Could he have just got off and left so quickly?

Swallowing anxiously, Bryce hung up and dialed 911.

"Underground Hideout, how can I help your **?" a voice said. Bryce rolled her eyes. Torn. Typical Torn.

"Torn, is Jak there?" Bryce asked.

"Sorry Bryce, haven't seen him in five days," Torn said and hung up. Sighing, Bryce dialed another number.

"How do I know all these numbers?" she asked herself.

"Hey Keira! Oh my gosh, I have so much to tell you!" Tess said. "Did you know that Erol is looking for you?" Bryce pretended to throw up.

"Oh my god! Tess, it's Bryce. Have you seen Jak?" Bryce asked.

"No, and neither has Daxter," Tess replied. Forced to admit defeat, Bryce hung up and walked away from the phone, heading to her room. Once she opened the door, the twelve-year-old girl gasped.

There, in the middle of her room... stood Jak.

"Dad?" Bryce asked. Jak was looking at her with a devious smile.

Bryce backed away nervously. "You're not my dad."

Jak walked toward Bryce and pinned her to the wall.

"You're a very beautiful girl. Has anyone ever told you that your lips are very luscious?" Jak asked. Bryce looked in his eyes, and her heart skipped a beat; those were not Jak's eyes.

Searching for some means of escape, Bryce looked around and spotted a plastic knife. She grabbed it and cut the crook of Jak's neck. Jak let her go and cried out in pain.

Bryce looked at the plastic knife. "Huh, I told Noel this would come in handy."

It was lunch time at Mar Middle School, Bryce and Noel sat next to each other, across from James Benson. Bryce looked at him and waited until he left, and then grabbed his plastic knife.

"Bryce, I know you love James but taking the same knife that he used to cut his burrito is just sad!" Noel said to Bryce. "Don't you know that the burrito guy used that to cut the meat in his burrito!"

"One day, one day Noel, this thing is going to save my life! One day!" Bryce said as she waved the knife in Noel's face.

Jak attacked Bryce but she side-stepped him, causing him to crash into her door. She sat on him before he had the chance to recover and pressed the knife against his throat.

"I'm not afraid to kill you!" Bryce threatened. Jak started to laugh like a mad man. Bryce looked at him, one eyebrow quirked skeptically.

"If you kill me, you kill your father," Jak laughed, or... Dark.

"What are you talking about?" Bryce asked. Her expression shifted from skeptical to confused.

"Come on! Haven't you ever wondered why your mom never told you about me?" Dark asked. Bryce nodded her head. "Because your mom was afraid of me hurting you."

"Why didn't I hear about you earlier?" Bryce asked. Dark threw Bryce off him and to pinned her to the door. "How do I get rid of you?"

"The best part is ... you don't."

FES: CLIFFHANGER! Review or no Chapter *counts fingers* 7! No flames! Or I'll hunt you down and hurt you REAL bad. Okay? *giggles*

Abby: *Looks down at her leggings and turns to Pastel* I went potty in my pants.

FES: *Looks at Abby* JAK! Your kid soiled herself!