AN: So as usual, I don't own MI High, or anything you may recognise. I just own Demi, Harry and Jamie.

2 Days later: Unknown Location

The servant walked slowly into his boss's chamber. The Shadow chamber, as he and the other staff called it. He'd lost the rock paper scissors, meaning that he would have to tell his master that they had lost the girl. That she'd somehow escaped. The grand double doors swung open, and he entered. "What news have you brought me?" The master called through the darkness.

"The guards would like to apologise, but it appears that Agent 127 has lost the girl. They are already searching every nearby street to find her." Silence. That was never good. Until he heard a laugh and a murmur.

"What was that, Mistress?" He quietly asked.

The dark shadowed figure spoke louder, "HOW DO YOU LOSE A PERSON? FIND HER, AND BRING HER HERE NOW!"

The quivering servant, Milton, shakily replied, "Y-Y-Yes Mistress." He then left. The dark figure then brought up a picture of a dark haired girl, smiling with her friends on the screen. She stroked her face, and said, "I should've never let him take you back. YOU BELONG TO ME!" She began to attack the screen, clawing, making dents. A call over the tannoy calmed her down. "Mistress? We've found her. She's on Burton Avenue, with the boyfriend of hers." She smirked.

"Excellent. Bring her to me! Bring me Demietra London!"

At St Hearts School, 2 hours previously.

"Demi?" Jai's voice called, which warned me that she would require help.

"Yes?" I said, looking up from my book.

"Can you help me with something?" Ahh, there we go, always needing help.

"Depends on what it is." Jai nervously fiddled with her hands.

"Well, I need advice. Promise not to laugh." I put my book down, and drew a cross on my chest, as a way of promising to secrecy. Jai sighed and said, "I want to ask out Byron." Oh dear. After struggling not to laugh, I said,

"I'm not really the one to talk to about that. I'm not good on matters of the heart." Jamie nodded, and got up.

"Thanks anyway." I nodded, and then answered my phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Demi, I need you down in the base. Since the bodies were found yesterday, the public have been panicking." Oh yeah, I didn't tell you did I? We found the three missing people in some street somewhere, unable to talk. It was as if they'd had their voices stolen. The rest of my team were off investigating, while I had to stay at school, like a good girl. Sighing, I answered, "You want me to play call centre? Fine. I'm going, it's more exciting than English at any rate." I then hung up, and headed down to my base.

Half an Hour Later.

I was sat at my desk, having nothing to do. The phone rang yet again. All afternoon people had been calling and then hanging up when I answered. "Hello? Look, this isn't funny OK? If you have a complaint, or know something, tell me OK. Make my job a hell of a lot easier." On the other end, I heard heavy breathing. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Demietra London?" A deep voice said.

"Yes. Who is this?" I repeated.

"My name is Agent Neil Ryan. I was inspecting a location at 2pm this afternoon, when myself and Commander Sanders were attacked."

"Carrie's been attacked? Oh god, is she OK?" I interrupted.

"That's the thing, I don't know. The Kidnapper told me to dial this number, and tell you to go to 40 Serbert Lane." I got up, and hung up. Carrie had been like a mother to me, if someone hurt her, they'd have to mess with me. I didn't call Zoe, or Tom, I didn't want to waste time. I ran to Serbert Lane, and looked for number 40. At the end of the street, I found it. My pencil bleeped and I picked it up. "Hello?" I said, kneeling in front of the window.

"Demi, where the hell are you?" My father called.

"Why?"

"Zoe told me about the letters, if you're being targeted, you need to come back here now."

"What so you can keep me locked up like a pet? No way. Carrie needs me." I then hung up. Carefully, I opened the window, and looked around the room. I climbed in, and quietly called, "Carrie?" I sighed as my pencil went off again. "What?" I said through gritted teeth.

"Demi, I listened to the call you received. 'Agent Neil Ryan' isn't on the system, there was no record of a mission involving Carrie, it's a trap. Get out of there Dem!" Tom yelled. I turned to run, when a baseball bat casually collided with the back of my head, causing me to fall to the floor and for darkness to take over...

AN: And there I'm going to leave it. Sorry, if this chapter seemed a bit weird, It's my really bad attempt at creating tension, so bear with me. Next chapter, Demi will get closer to discovering who's been watching her, and solving what happened to the missing people. Hope you enjoyed, regardless of my bad writing!