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The house was quiet.

Dead silent.

Standing in the main door, staring into the pitch darkness that threatened to swallow him whole, Qůə was beginning to regret moving in with his dad. His mom had convinced him that his dad would be there to welcome him with open arms. But, as far as he could tell, the house was deserted.

Sighing, he dragged his suitcase over the doorsteps. Why did houses even have those anymore? All they did was slow you down. And his house especially did not need them, seeing as there were steps going back down behind it.

He inwardly cried. Why was his dad so mean he made him do all the work? The only good thing about this was that he got free food. But who knows, his dad's cooking might not even be that good.

Sighing once more, he took a a deep breath then stepped into the house.

It wasn't really that bad. He had imagined it as some kind of horror story building, with spider webs everywhere and dark, creepy tunnels leading in and out of it. He bad even kind of been preparing for a bat to fly straight into him. But it really was nothing like that.

Breathing a sigh of relief, he dropped his bag on the couch in the living room before heading to the kitchen to get something to eat.

Then, he heard a loud bang in the living room. Dropping his half eaten PJ & B sandwich, he ran to the room, heart speeding and eyes wide. But when he looked round, he saw nothing.

Looking down at the couch, he gasped. His bag was gone. He could have sworn he kept it right there on the couch. He walked round the room, looking behind pillows and under chairs to see if he would find it.

A loud cough echoed from behind him, and he spun round and ran towards the sound, only to fall facefirst on the carpet. Looking down, he saw that he had tripped over his bag. He sighed in relief, zipping it open and searching to make sure nothing was missing.

Once satisfied that nothing was gone, he turned round and walked back to the kitchen, clutching his bag tightly in fear of it actually going missing.

What he failed to notice, though, was the tiny blue inhaler sitting peacefully on the floor...

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"And the forest search party has once more come back empty handed." A voice blared through the speakers.

"Really? That's, like, the seventh time this week." Rose muttered, staring at the bright red world's etched into the screen. Normally, she wouldn't have spent 30 minutes of her time standing on the sidewalk and watching the news from the billboard above.

But, someone had been kidnapped. That was something worth lending her attention to.

See, her city wasn't your average crime setting, with robberies almost everyday and kidnapping happening almost as often as shopping sprees. In fact, just a few weeks ago, the most interesting thing on was Westreed High's 'Mysterious Outbreak of the Cold'.

In fact, she was pretty sure the last kidnapping had been at least 60 years ago, back when her grandma could still walk. Not that her grandma couldn't walk now, just that she was extremely old and lazy and hadn't stepped off her wheelchair for decades.