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The Pheonix

PETES POV

Joe and Andy and I were looking inside the breifcase. We were going to give this Courtney chick, a piece of our minds. We locked it up and went outside. We heard something clanging up against the door, when we opened it. There was a bag, what looked like a rock in it. I picked it up, it was Patrick's hand. I read the note:

"Here is your boyfriends hand."

I was getting really pissed. I slammed the door shut, and walked a little faster, than the two lovebirds back there.

Patrick's POV

I was strapped into a chair. I suddenly woke up from what seemed like being in a coma. My hand was stinging. I looked down and saw my hand was gone, the bandage around it was wrapped in blood. I started freaking out, I didn't dare look back at my missing hand. These two ladies, wearing black outfits, more like skinny skinny outfits that showed a little too much. Started giving me lap dances. I was getting angry.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" I screamed and the girls stopped and back away. "IM GAY! I'm dating my beautiful boyfriend, Pete. I don't want to date you sluts." I finally realized what I sid, I felt bad after some of them took off crying. The rest of them walked away. It was a dark room, with barely any light, but a tiny light bulb above my hand.

-COURTNEY POV

I slammed my fist against my disk.
"What do you mean?" I growled. My "children" were telling me about Patrick's tantrum.
"Give him drugs, give him something to get high off of." I ordered.

"But how?" The girl with the blonde hair asked.

"Take him to our 'Party room' and kidnap the other boys." I smirked.

All the girls agreed and ran out of my office. I sat in my chair and put my feet on my desk. Oh, it was great to be In charge.