Hi, look who's back to update. It has been a wild ride for me. Life gets in the way and there's some bad news I must share with you all:

The Malaysian government has banned the Fanfiction site in Malaysia due to it's "explicit and pornographic content"...are these Mofos serious?! It's like saying you want to banned us from reading and writing which is something the country ENCOURAGED US IN THE FIRST PLACE!

*Deep breaths* Okay, but I can access to the site through my college and dorm. So thank you, Australia. I have made a petition on Care2 Alert if you want to help out. Also, we need everyone's support to bring back the site to Malaysia so that creativity never dies.

So, please enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 12: Weapons And A Warning

Kiara thought her friends are safe…for now. She hopes for Lena to escape in time while she finds some clues or even someway to get out. Seeing a door that's slightly ajar, she sucks in her gut before entering.

The room was ordinary by her standards. Typical bed, typical desk and everything else in it. But the scent catches her attention: an unusual blend of maple syrup with a dash of…blood?

"Oh god…." Kiara only squeaks the words, fearing there is someone in the room. Her stomach feels queasy at the strong smell in the room. She has to find weapons to defend herself and her friends if they are to escape the house unharmed. She has a feeling this room is bound to have all sorts of weapons.

And it did: hockey sticks.

A bit odd to use as weapons but when Kiara saw the dried blood at the end, she decides to take the chance.

"Ew," she whines as she touched the hockey stick. Well, it's better than being empty-handed. Kiara tries to search for more weapons but the only thing available in the room are the hockey sticks.

It's bad enough she doesn't have strength like her friend, Lena. So, Kiara has no choice but to carry one stick. Before leaving, she might as well find some clues on the desk that seems to be covered in blood and old wires.

"Is everyone living in this house a slob?" she asks herself out loud. Shrugging, she scans the table and found a crumpled lined note with the most atrocious handwriting. It's almost illegible. She tries her best to read the note carefully. Her eyes become wide.

"Oh my god…"

The note is a warning on the types of confectionaries in the dining table. Mostly the cakes and cookies. What was written in the note was:

1) Don't eat the cupcakes that DON'T have pink, white and green icings.Those contained human flesh.

2) Chocolate chip cookies have lead bullets.

3) Jam buns contain sleeping pills.

4) Blue icing cakes contain ecstasy.

5) Tea is-

Kiara's is confuse. The last warning had the piece missing so the message is incomplete. She decides to stuff the note in her pocket, hopefully find Lena. She'll find a solution. If not, her other friends if they're still alive.

'No!' she scolds herself. 'Stop doubting yourself and think of negative outcomes!'

"Well, well," a hoarse voice chuckles made Kiara back up against the wall with the hockey stick to defend herself. It was a man in a red flannel shirt with messy dark blonde hair tied into a pony tail. She notices his eyes looked tired behind his sunglasses.

Seriously, who wears sunglasses inside their own house?

"I see you have a good taste in weapons," the man leans back against the door. "Not everyone would choose a hockey stick. So, you're the kids the damn pinky had been rambling about. What'cha doing snooping about?"

Kiara is too nervous and frighten to even answer. All she could do is eye the door where she will make some attempts to escape the room. Her hands tremble from the serial killer cornering her to the back of the room. He strides his way towards her with confidence.

"You know, I don't mind if ya keep the stick~" he purrs lustfully. "Only if you take my special stick…"

Kiara's eyes become wide. She knew what he's implying!

'I have to escape!' her mind screams while her body is motionless. The man approach her with his grin. Kiara had one option: kick him in the nuts.

With reflex, she delivers a swift kick to the man's groin for which he screamed in pain. Kiara bolts out without thinking twice before her body collides with a large mass. Kiara's anxiety got the best of her as she struggles to get up.

She was met face-to-face with a pair of tired red eyes.

"Aieye!" she screams, about to run back when she realises the perverted flannel man is still coming after her. But the tall, stoic man with tired eyes grabs her by the sleeve and pulls her back roughly behind him. She couldn't understand why is he doing this.

When the crazy ponytail man runs towards her, the stoic man simply puts out his hand to grab his head as if it were nothing but a ball. The man in his hand flails and struggles to get out but the hand adds more pressure to the skull.

Kiara felt like vomiting on the floor any moment. She's too petrified to even crawl away!

All she could hear was the man screaming in pain as his skull is slowly crushed by the bare hands of the stoic man. Kiara tries to block the sound but the screams made their way into her ears, playing back the audio in her brain like a broken record player.

Once the screaming subsides, Kiara moves her trembling hands away from her ears as the stoic man approach her mechanically. He made no attempts in fighting back despite the number of times Kiara swings the hockey stick.

"Be calm," his deep voice commands her to stop. "I am not here to kill you. I promised your friend that I will find you and bring you back alive."

"Wait!" she halts him from stepping further. "What friends? How would you know? Who says I can trust you, Viktor Braginsky?"

The man blinks before regaining his composure. Ah, so this girl knew who he was. Good. She must have read the cut out newspaper articles about him and his ex-comrades before he decided to give up.

"Your friend," Viktor repeated. "Lena, wasn't it, that was looking for you?"

Kiara didn't have time to process. Just by saying the name of her friend, she grabs Viktor's hand and shakes it violently. Viktor finds her shocking expression amusing. He allows her to do so only because she's three times smaller than him.

"Where's Lena?!" Kiara demands. She wonders what kind of idea her friend was thinking befriending a serial killer. She'll have to find out once this man brings her to her friends.

"Calm yourself, devotchka," he assures her. "I will take you to her. This is the least of my concern. Come, bring your weapon with you."

Kiara reluctantly follows the tall Russian man from behind. His reassurance is not going to comfort her anxiety at all.

She better hope the note with the warning is still safe in her pocket.

Looks like Kiara is finally going to reunite with her friends. The question is, why would anyone put those kinds of things into the sweet confections we love today? And I wonder what could be in that tea...

You'll have to find out in the next chapter! So please, urge the MCMC here to lift the ban because they are being unfair with their little research. It's like they want us to be pure yet there are a lot of erotic and graphic novels sold in our bookshops!

Oh, and please review!