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Chester's black Etnies made scuffs on the light colored tiles as he dashed into the living room, nearly falling over with an unsteady stop at the couch. Alyssa stared at her hand, her eyes as wide as saucers as she slowly fingered something red. "It's..it-" "Hand it over." Chester commanded softly, reaching out and snatching it out of her hand. "Oh god." He whispered, falling to his knees as he continued to stare at the object in his hand. "He...couldn't be.." Melissa looked at the knife in Chester's hand, blood had nearly dyed the whole thing crimson. "N-..I ..." She shook her head, hand resting gently on Chester's thin shoulder. He brushed it away, studying the handle with renewed intrest. "I know who took my son." He said slowly, standing. In a rage, he thre the knife down, grabbing both Alyssa and Melissa, and all three charged from the house. ---- Sam slowly wandered from the bed, her hand groping the bare dresser for her contact case. "Kevin, where are my contacts?" She inquired, turning her head to glance at him. He shrugged, standing up. "I don't know. You had them last." He said uncaringly, exiting the room with a sneer. Thoroughly confused, Sam followed like a lost puppy, grabbing his shoulders. "Baby?" She asked softly, blinking. Kevin laughed, whipping around and smacking her with ease, his back hand almost stinging. She let out a cry, stumbleing backwards. "Kevin!" She cried, staring at him profusely. "What?" He snapped coldly, continuing his slow gait down the hallway. He smirked, heading downstairs. This, he thought, would be bigger then if the world was ending. He laughed loudly, his plan going around in his mind with excitement. This would be the highlight of the year, his year, anyway.

RAVE! UPDATE! *whines* *huggles her* You left me on edge. D: Must..know..what..happens...:0

Very nice. I want more. *clingsnuffle* D:

Melissa blinked, standing slowly. "Oh." She murmered, turning red. Alyssa laughed softly, Chester in tow as she entered the kitchen. Her bare feet were cold against the linoleum(sp?), making small thumping sounds as she carried herself to the center of the room. Delicately, she slid the ring out of her jeans pocket, handing it to Chester. It lay in his palm, diamonds pressed against his skin. Nothing was spoken, silence wrapping them in the white noise of the large house. "Well." He finally said, gnawing on his lip as he let his arms fall to his sides. The ring clattered to the floor, Chester's hand raking through his messy hair. "Let's get looking." He said softly, sauntering away from the girls. Melissa sighed, looking at Alyssa with a grim expression. Gesturing for her to follow, the two walked back into the living room. "We should leave him be for a while. We'll look in here." She said simply, clawing through the pile of blankets strewn on the couch. Alyssa joined her, picking the blankets away slowly, almost as if they would break. She uttered a low gasp, staggering back. "Oh god." She moaned, blinking profusely. "Chester!" ---- Draven emerged from the room, his eyes glassy, face scrunched as he cried silently. The man was behind him, creeping through the house, afraid of what the boy's earlier screams of protest would've brought. "Alright. You're lucky, kid." He grumbled, shoving the boy forward. "Get on the couch. Now." "O-okay." He whispered, toddling to the ratty sofa. He cimbed on one of the ripped cushions, staring blankly ahead. "Lemme go." He whined, banging his little fists on the arm rest. "Shut up!" The man snarled, grabbing the boys hands and pushing them away, clamping a hand over his mouth. "Just...shut up.." His breath was ragged, his hands clammy as his eyes darted around the room, wild with an insane look mottling his features. He cursed, his cell phone ringing from inside his duffle bag. He snatched the cheap Nokia out of the pile of clothes, pressing a button and letting rest against his ear. "Hello?" ---- Sam's long nimble fingers were wrapped around the tan phone reciever, settled comfortably in the arms of her soon to be beau, Kevin. "How's Draven?" She inquired, giggling as Kevin's lips were planted against her neck. The boy's report caused her to grin, shaking her head slowly. "Good. Good. Chester will freak out, once he finds out whose kid he is." She murmered, sneering. "Kevin, darling, I can't wait anymore. I must have Draven." SHe said, bottom lip sticking out like a little kid's. "Not yet, darling. Once Chester goes to save the little brat, we'll tell him everything. About how that kid ain't his. Then, we kill him. Then, we can live like a family. Just you...me...and our two lovely children." He purred, hand gently stroking her hair. "It would have been easier if I just took Draven here, then my brother wouldn't have to risk getting caught." "We had to stage the robbery. It was our only chance of pulling it off. Draven will be roughed up a bit, but whatever it takes. He'll forget about it once he finally moves in." He assured her, a grin making his dimples show. Sam found herself smiling as she hung up the phone. Wrapped in eachother's arms, the couple's lips locked. ----- Thats all for now. I'm busy today. D: I'll try to do more later, though. :] -Lyssa < 33

Very. Nice. I always look forward to your updates. So hurry. xD -Lyssa < 33

Very nice. I'm eager to read more. God Anna's parents are mean. xD Again, very good. A few grammatical erorrs here and there, but nothing major. -Lyssa < 33

A soft sound, peaking over the hell ridden waves of the outside waters, trudging over the shore as the tide broke over, night falling intensley over the teenage engorged beaches. The ignorant couples were oblivious to the watching eyes of the nearby shack, oblivious to the torcher of the young toddler inside the boarded windows. Slowly, the man withdrew from his spot by the window, looking uncertainly around the dingy little room. He sputtered a cough, his whole body shaking with each violent hack, the pent up smoke from years of cigarettes shaking him from the inside. He strode to the young boy, studying his features that were clouded with sleep. Scoffing, he gently shook Draven, eager to wake him up. The shake brought trouble within the heavy facade of sleep, and Draven awoke, scrambeling to the floor and onto his feet. He gave a hoarse cry, searching the man's face with heavy fear and bewilderment. "M-mister?" He whined softly, sitting down with a small thud, glaring upwards into the looming figure above him. The young boy wrinkled his nose, the smell of sweat ricocheting off the man's pudgy exterior. "Welcome home." The man crooned, grinning devilishly. "I've been ordered by your momy to keep you here.." He said, countering slowly backward, the grin never leaving his cracked lips. "Don't worry, we'll have loads of fun." He assured the trembling boy, stifling a trifle of laughter. "What kind of...f-f...f-fun?" He studdered, climbing with difficulty onto the couch. His brown eyes were wide, staring at the man with fear as he cowered on the ratty sofa cuchions. "You mean like...games?" "Yes.." He muttered, raking a hand through his sweaty mop of brown hair, uttering a sigh. "Games...that you haven't played before." He took the small boys hand, feeling it so smooth and small in his own. "Let me take you to my room, and the fun will begin.." He trailed off, laughing softly to himself. What an...unusual request from his sister, but he would oblige; anything to make Sam leave that nasty Chester Bennington. He snorted, leading the boy into his room before closing the door behind them. Time for the fun to begin. --- Chester ambled down the lime green hallways, trying to remember where the front office was. If only he'd paid attention...he cursed himself for not being observant. Finally, he could see an overweight nurse sitting behind the desk, lips smacking as she chewed noisily on gum. Or, he thought it was gum. Dismissing the foolish thought, he approached her, trying to hide his disgust. Her brown hair was tied in a messy bun, falling around her cheeks making her look even fatter. Not only that, but a large mole was smack dab in the middle of her chin, adding to the brown color of her painted nails. "I-uh, I need to check mysself out. Now." He said, keeping his voice firm and demanding. "Hold on sir. Go sit down for about 20 minutes and I'll get your family on the phone." She answered, going back to scrawling things down on a manilla envelope, chewing loudly on her gum again. "No! That'll be too late!" He roared, quickly losing the little bit of patience left in him. "Please." He added softly. "Go sit down, sir." She repeated, not even looking up. "Oh, screw this!" He cried, dashing away. The doors were easy to find, and they swung open by hie forceful shove, running, running for what seemed like hours until finally escaping the parking lot. He didn't stop there. He would go back home, find clues to who took his son. "Don't worry Drav." He murmered, looking to the sky as he kept running. "Daddy's coming." ---- Sam was in comfort, draped over the plush red sofa cushions in Kevin's living room. She was studying her red nails on one hand, the other clasped around her newly filled wine glass. "Kevin, I'm starting to regret getting my brother to kidnap Draven." SHe murmered, lifting a worried gaze to his exotic green eyes. "Quit worrying." He snapped, rolling his eyes. "It's for the better." He let his hand rest on her thigh, gently squeezing it. "Besides, I need you tonight. We need to have our fun too." He said, grinning. Sam giggled. "Oh, Kevin!" She purred, cuddling up to him with her eyes trained upwards, pouting mockly. "I'm sorry." She cooed, giggling once more as she was led upstairs. She ignored the ringing of her cell phone, dismissing it as some telemarketer. ---- Melissa angerily smacked the phone down, listening as it gave one last beep of protest. She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "No luck?" Alyssa asked, sighing. "Damn." Melissa shook her head slowly, slumping back against the wall. "We have to get to Drav. We have to." She moaned, flopping back on the couch. She had a hard set glare, staring forward at the wall. "She's such an irresponsible bitch!" She cried, flinging one of Draven's many toys at the wall. "Cheating on Chester, and probably stashing Drav away somewhere." She snarled, standing up and beginning to pace. "What to do..what to do.." She was chanting under her breath, looking helplessly to Alyssa. Sighing, Alyssa slung a comforting arm around her friend. "Don't worry. We'll make sure she pays for what she did, I'm sure Chester will make sure of that." She assured her, sitting back on the couch with Melissa still pacing. As if on cue, the front door burst open, both girls emitting a scream and staggering away. Chester looked at them with a skeptical glance, closing the door behind him. "Calm down." He hissed, starting into the kitchen. "Where to start?" --- Hopefully this is a little longer. I worked hard on this chapter. xD Love ya guys, r/r. -Lyssa < 33

Swirling in the vortex of approaching dusk, Chester watched out the window as the sky melded into hues of orange and mottled purples. His eyes caught the shine of the distant mountains, the sunlight lingering over the side of the massive rocks. The sun slowly fell, dwindling to an end as it slowly faded to nothingness. Catching the last rays of light with a wishful gaze, Chester pushed from the window sill, eyes roving the room as the wheeling chair swerved to the center of the room. Grabbing the wall nearest him, he used to it to support his lithe figure as he trekked to the door. The knob was cold and clammy as he tightened his grip, his hand nearly slipping countless times until he was able to push the door ajar. He poked his head into the empty hallway, the air conditioner humming loudly nearby. "Hello?" He called, purposefully softening his voice, knowing that many patients snoozed throughout the long corridor. He took a step forward, tentatively bringing himself from the safety of his room, precaution evident in his quiet breathing. Once he had completely emerged into the dimly lit hall, he hesitated, not even sure why he came out in the first place. "H-hello?" He repeated, voice crawling with reprimand of his foolish thoughts. Mentally kicking himself, he shoved the demeaning ideas from his mind, forcing a sense of peace to take hold of where fear had leaked through. He couldn't keep upright, finding himself leaning on the wall, causing him to use a lot of energy just to keep on his feet. Sweat was dripping from his forhead, leaking down his face slowly, bringing the little beads of presperation to gather at the corners of his lips or in his hair. Shakily, he advanced forward, a suddle determination lengthening his goals to limits he wasn't sure he could reach. The corridor only seemed to grow darker as he grew closer, many lightbulbs above him were flickering frivorously, some already blinked out. Sweat seemed to come in waves, drenching his skin, crawling with fear and paranoia. He stumbled into the nearest door on his right, one he had never seen before. Never had he seen the salmon colored door, never had he seen the way it hung off its rusty hinges. Perplexed, he groped the wall for the light switch. Something smelled, it was a horrid and foul odor, like decay. Finally a lightbulb hanging over him blinked on, spreading luminous light through the dingy room. He didn't even notice that he had shut the door behind him, but didn't pay much heed to the fact that he didn't remember it even being there. The light revealed a sink, merely steps away from an extremely dirty toilet. Rust stains rotted in rings in the porcelain bowl, grimy water pooled at a toilet paper-clogged hole. He gagged, retching loudly. He tripped, leaning his body against the basin of the sink for support, breathing slowly, trying to regain his breath. He pulled away from the seemingly clean wash basin, almost able to see his reflection in the mirror hung above it. He averted his gaze, looking into the glass with a breath of relief. Thank god it was only a mirror. He stared, mesmorised by his messy exterior, ashamed because he hadn't taken better care of it once he'd been admitted to the hospital. The face came like a thousand daggers, a horrid screeching sound as it pulled itself into the surface of the mirror. A large black face stared at Chester, mouth gaped open, jaws dropped and causing its gaunt features to look narrow and cold. Eyes were sunken into holes that resided on its face, pupiless iris flitted back and forth in a sick way. The horrid screeching caused Chester to slam the heels of his hands into his ears, his own screams as the face bored into him, laughing insanely with screeching humour. Chester fell to his knees, moaning and griping the wall for the light switch. He flicked it off, still whimpering and shaking, frightened of turning the light back on. Chester sat there, pushing himself against the wall, cowering in the corner until his frightened whimpers carried him off to a troubled sleep on the dingy floor. ----- Thats all for now, I know its short, aren't they always? D: I need writing help. xDD Kidding. < 33 -Lyssa < 33

Very nice update. Ooh, I only have so many different views of whats going to happen next. I like how you incooperated Anna into the whole thing, I thought that was really clever. I wasn't expecting it to be Anna. Poor Mike. xD *snuggleshim* -Lyssa < 33

Very nice. I just read the whole thing, and I must say I'm impressed with where this is going. I love the plot, it keeps me on edge. I do suggest that you maybe spell check, because I do find a few typos here and there. Other then that, I think it's really good, and I'm waiting for more. -Lyssa < 33

I like it so far. I'm intrigued to where you'll take this, so hurry with your next post. xD -Lyssa < 33

Ahh. Update. xD I just read it all. Took me a while, but I finally finished. +waits for more+ Very good, I found myself differing in emotions through this story, some feelings I never knew I had. Great work. Keep it up! -Lyssa < 33

AH. I feel so loved. xDDD Mm. Thanks guys. -- Silence enveloped both ends of the phone line, the white noise of nothing filling the blanks precariously between them. Melissa's fingers wove around the shape and texture of the diamond engorged ring, gently prodding each little gem that portruded from its center. Slowly, her mouth moved to form words but nothing came, jaw moving like a hooked fish. Finally, Chester's voice shook both Melissa and himself back to reality. "I'm going to go find him." Chester said softly, his breath now ragged and audible as he huffed into the phone, making it obvious he was seething with rage. "You go find Sam. Here, I'll give you her cell." The vocalist muttered a few numbers before bidding his farewell, the sound of beeping leaving Melissa and Alyssa the only ones on the line. The hung up the phone, and they started to dial the number Chester had given them... ----- Chester heard an outraged yell from the next room, and he pushed the pillow over his ears, letting the theropedic pillow drop back on the bed only moments later. Chester struggled with his clothes, trying in vain to pull them on his body for what seemed like hours, each moment ticked away at Chester mind, knowing every moment could cause him to be too late to save his son. Staggering to his barefeet, he slipped on his shoes and headed for the door, hand groping for his back pocket as he stuffed his cell and wallet in. ----- Mike had calmed, staring out the window of the hospital as he waited to be fitted for his casts, his having to take longer because they were a harder plaster then normal. He looked to Anna, his face weathered and he looked worn and tired. Anna felt her heart break for him, and she made her way to his side, sitting next to him. Grasping his hand in her own, she gave him a peck on the cheek, earning a grin from her stressing husband. "Don't worry, things'll be okay." She said, though she was unsure what the next five years would bring. -- Done for now. Sorry if its short, but eh, I'm not the best writer. xD -Lyssa < 3

The phone seemed to ring forever, Melissa's palms sweaty as she tightened her grip on the reciever. "Come on Chester." She moaned, giving a disgruntled cry in her frustration. After what seemed like years, a voice interupted the constant ringing with a monotonic greeting. "P-please." Melissa finally studdered, both hands clutching at the ear piece. Unsignifant voices on the other end were babbling that Chester was asleep and didn't want to be disturbed. "JUST GET HIM ON THE FUCKING PHONE!" She wailed, falling to her knees with the cordless still against her ear. Alyssa could hear an outrage from the other end, but Melissa's screaming made it inaudible for the time being. Finally, Melissa uttered yes, silenting for a good few minuetes. "Chester? Oh thank god." She cried, staggering to her feet. Chester's drowzy voice peaked over the heavy breathing of Alyssa and Melissa, but he paused, waiting for Melissa to tell him what's going on. "Draven's gone." She whimpered, shaking her head slowly. ----- Sam was cuddled on the large plush sofa, watching Kevin as he weaved his way through the house, two elegant glasses perched over the edge of his fingers, both brimming with wine. Sam gladly took hers, drinking it nonstop until it was halfway gone. "Troubled, my dear?" Kevin asked, turning ot face her. Hastily shaking her head, Sam smiled. "No no, babe, not at all." She assured him, hand resting on his thigh as he settled next to her. "It's not Chester, is it?" He asked with mild alarm, eyeing her for a few moments. "Does he know?" Sam scoffed, shaking her head. "If he knew I was cheating on him, he would've killed me by now." She said with an arrogant snort, looking the other way. "What about Draven? Now that he knows you're seeing someone else, he'll tell." Kevin pointed out, resting against the back of his sofa, arm around Sam's shoulders. "Oh, I've got him all taken care of. Don't you worry." She purred, looking in admiration at the man whom was groping her stomach. "Good. Wouldn't want him to tell daddy about his new baby sister." And with that, the two were in eachother arms, eyes linked as they shared a passionate kiss. ----- Chester was in shock. He sat on his hospital bed, staring out the window. The phone on his bedside was limp in his hands, and he uttered a roar of rage. "Where's Sam?" He asked suddenly, waiting for the teenager's reply from the other end. Melissa hurriedly explained that her car was gone, and she was no where to be found. "Search the table for something, please. It's Draven's pacifier, the one he won't leave without." He said, digging his finger nails into the plastic reciever. A slight gasp was heard on Melissa's end, and she was muttering into the phone. "I didn't find the pacifier." She said slowly, fingering the diamond engorged band that lay on her palm. "But I found Sam's wedding ring." ---- OOH. WHAT'LL HAPPEENNN?! Hell, I should know, It's my story. xD Anyway, sorry about any exclusive content, but don't read if it offends you. Thankss < 33 -Lyssa < 33

Ermm. I don't know if I spelled catastrophy right. My spelling isn't the best at the moment. Struck by insperation, I wanted to make a new fic that'll be more dazzling then any of my other ones. Well, I hope anyway. x.-; -------- Deep within the abyss-like shadows that accompanied a lush forest, a creature lay in a silent wait.The atmospheres malodor spun tapestries of long lost and forgotten, of new hope and vile despair. The creatutre's ears slick acrimoniously to his skull, deep crimson eyes flick fortuitously for a slight chance of sparking interest. Nothing quite catching the beast's attention, it roused from it's reclined state and leisurely breeched the hold of the shadows and stepped into the dim forest light. What an odd sight indeed was the creature, a deep royal bluish-purple with flecks of other hues mottled into his hide, though the attribute that draws quite the most attention, was the luxurious top-hat that crowned his skull, the very same hat he has scored from his previous human encounters so long ago, the brim was so low it cover up his vision to the outside world, though, still managed to sneek a peek every now and then, as if not to foolishly trip over his own feet. The rouge masculine cocked his skull tepidly, curling his tatterd indigo tail against his hinds, he resumed a relaxed pose once more... . . . The screams of the silent terror lay upon the musty air, over wheliming the heavy breathing and the sound of many beeping machines. Hands and knees were making rhythmic thumps, dragging over the linolium tile beneath. Deep brown iris were peered past by fear and confusion, black pupils small, dotting the center of the white corneas. The moon light spilled into the room, creating dense shadows that flitted over the walls. The door at the west wall of the room was weakly pushed open, creaking eerily. Slowly, the male figure made his way down the dark corridor, weak lights on the above ceiling creating a dim light that danced over his gaunt features. A smell of something foul rose to his nostrils, they closed and opened as he deeply inhaled. A mess of blonde hair fell over the figure's head, falling into his eyes as he shuffled down the unfamiliar hallway... "Chester! What are you doing out here?" A click sounded and the lights burned with a new purpose, lighting the hallway's blank white walls. Mrs. Fieldmen rushed forward, her chubby figure waddled as she grabbed the patient's skinny shoulders. A scream rose from Chester's cracked lips, pushing himself against the wall. "NO! NO! HE'S COMING!" He screamed, eyes wide with a sudden fear that nobody could explain. He clutched the nurse, sobbing openly, shaking violently. "Who's coming?" The nurse asked, soothingly rubbing Chester's back. "He's coming." He whimpereed over and over again, like a chant that created sound in the quiet hall. "Who?" The nurse asked again, withdrawing so she could study his face. "V-vyok. He's coming for me." He whimpered, hugging himself. The foul smell caused the woman to back away for a few moments, only to see the white sleep suit that all the patients wore was damp, either sweat or Chester's horrid nightmare...or memory, had caused him to scare himself into letting his bladder lose itself. Whatever the origin, she led the sobbing man down the hall to the washroom. "Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" She said, taking him into the bath where she injected a tranquilizer... ..next morning.. Chester opened his eyes, finding himself in a crisp sleeping suit. He blinked, rubbing the crust out of his eyes. The morning sun dwindled over the distant mountain peaks, the sunlight streamed through the window, lighting the room. The whole place smelled of pancakes, syrup entered his nose, the aroma sweet. His hair was wet, which puzzled him. Like he'd taken a shower the past night. He had no recollection of the dream, or moving through the hallway the night before. He stood, stretching as he walked into the crowded cafeteria. A few people turned, blinking simply as he enetered. Once his food was on his tray, he carried it to the table, eating slowly. He read the sign over the doorway, so familiar that his eyes hurt from looking at it. It read, " ARIZONA MENTAL INSTITUTION - WHERE YOUR TRAUMAS ARE LEFT AT THE DOOR! " Shrugging, he stared at his plate, deciding he wasn't too hungry. Making his way out of the cafeteria, he watched the plain white walls, wanting to remember why he was put here months ago. Sighing, he reached his bed, laying down. Studying the cieling, he found himself dozing quite a few times, fingers boredly drumming over his stomach. 'I wonder if Mike'll come see me today.' He wondered, and with that, decided to take a small nap. ------ I know, no cliffhanger this time. But it'll get better. Eh, my writing skills have improved, at least. xD -Lyssa < 3