Tia's POV

Stirring, I blink in the bright light, my eyes straining in the glare to open my eyes. My body felt stiff and unmoving, but upon shifting slightly, it was fully functioning. The numbness of whatever the hell was in that coffee had gone, though I still felt slightly dizzy.

"Hey Tia" a soft voice greets me as my eyes finally open properly. Frowning, I see Duncan staring back down at me anxiously. his blue eyes scanning my face.

"W....where am I..." I slur, my voice refusing to cooperate.

"At home" he smiles, slowly stroking a stray strand of my hair behind my ear.

"B-but..." I try to say, straining to get up. Duncan slowly pushes me up against the wall so I could sit up, and I sigh with the effort.

"But Ridge...he said he was going to break me..." I protest, yawning and glancing at the clock. It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

"Well, you just showed up on my doorstep at 9 O'clock this morning, unconscious. He...left this. Everyone is still here, and Zoey got out too." Duncan informs me, and I smile. At least it wasn't for nothing.

Duncan handed me a note, written in what I hoped was red ink.

I'm going to break you. All of you. Starting at 6PM tonight. 

It took me several tries to read the note properly.

"What does he mean, Tia? What did he do?" he asks, and I am aware of another presence in the room. Zoey, the red head, smiling gratefully at me, tears in her eyes. Rythian, also grateful, surely smiling behind his mask. And Hannah, anxious and worried as she crouched down beside my bed.

"I...I was talking to him. I had a coffee and then...then he said that I kept looking at the clock or something. Somehow, he figured out that something was happening and he went to the window while you were all running. So I ran out of the door, found Zoey, told her to run...I think Ridge put some sort of sleeping powder in my coffee or something, so I tripped and couldn't move. And Ridge said he was going to have fun breaking me then everything went black..." I sigh, shutting my eyes, trying to remember.

"Tia" Rythian says with a deep voice in the corner of the room, and I open my eyes.

"Thank you. I am very, very grateful for everything that you did. Whatever Ridge tries to do to you, remember we will always help you. We are in your debt." he nods, and I shake my head, causing him to frown.

"No. Ridgedog will break me, nothing will stop that. How, I don't know. But do not get involved. You've only just got Zoey back, you don't want to lose her now" I sigh, wincing as I move slightly.

"What does he mean, he's going to break us all at 6pm tonight?" Zoey asks curiously, somewhat timidly.

"I don't know, I don't remember...he was pretty angry I remember that much. I don't think I'm going to go visiting any time soon..." I sigh, leaning my head against the wall.

"Can I have a coffee or something, my throat tastes like a desert" I groan, rubbing my neck. Duncan raises an eyebrow.

"Even if he does break you, you'll still want your bloody coffee" Duncan sighs, but chuckles and disappears downstairs with the rest of them, leaving Hannah beside me.

"What will you do? If he...tries to take you away?" she asks, slowly stroking my hair in a soothing way.

"Nothing. There's nothing I can do. He'll take me away, he'll have his little game. It won't stop though. It never will. It will start tonight, and there's nothing I can do to stop it" I groan, putting my head in my hands.

"You'll figure something out. Maybe...doing what you did before?" she suggests, and I shake my head rapidly, grateful for when Duncan begins to ascend the stairs, no doubt bringing up my coffee. 

"No. I don't want to, not to mention it won't work again. Fool him once, shame on him. Fool him twice? Shame on me." I sigh, and the door opens, Duncan bringing in a steaming hot cup of coffee which I accept gratefully.

"About bloody time" I grumble, sipping it and almost scalding my tongue on it.

"Oh God, it burns!" I whine, slamming it down on the table so it splashes coffee everywhere.

"Stop complaining or I'll pour it on your head" he snaps, whipping out a small kitchen towel and wiping up the mess, throwing it into the overflowing bin full of crisp packets and banana skins. 

I got up to go stretch my legs, leaving the house. It was a normal day, the sky a pale blue, almost white, with a few grey clouds drifting by. It was probably going to rain soon, not that it surprised me-this was England, after all.

I heard a whining noise in the alleyway, and I frowned, glancing down the dark, narrow passage to see a dog, with a grey fluffy coat, chained to a post. It was dirty, and obviously hungry. Curiously, I advance, tugging the post off the wall. I expected the dog to be vicious since it was hungry, but instead its tongue lolled out of its mouth, and began to lick me to death. Giggling at the feeling, I decide to keep it. Why not? If all else failed, a dog for the Dog Father would certainly get him to let me off. Bringing the dog inside, I named it Silva, because of its coat, and I washed and fed it, brushing its long, fluffy fur. 

Turns out, most people had gone now, but were warned to keep in groups. Sips, Sjin and Minty went back to the Captive Creeper bar, Ravs, Zoey, Rythian and Teep departed to the Crooked Caber, Lewis, Simon and Hannah were going to their factory on the edge of town, Team Crafted and Ashley decided to leave back to their den, and, of course, Duncan, Kim and I were staying here.

6 O'clock.

When the clock struck 6, on cue, a storm began to brew. Dark grey clouds had been filling up the sky for the past half an hour, but as soon as 6 came, thunder rumbled so loudly the windows shuddered, and rain splintered the land, attacking it fiercely. We stayed in contact with the others, our phones providing light when the power went off. Silva the dog hated thunder, and was cowering under the bed, whimpering.

The tension was incredible. Waiting for him to strike, waiting for him to come into our houses and "break" us. 

Kim was scared of lightning, and since we were all on edge, and, dare I admit it, scared, we locked all the doors and windows, pulling the curtains down and sat together in silence on the bed, occasionally commenting on things and petting the dog under the bed.

7 O'clock.

It had begun.

The phone call came, from Sips. Duncan looked at us with wide eyes, before tapping the "accept" button and he turned the loud speaker on so we could all hear.

"Hello?" Duncan asks.

"Minty went to the bathroom ten minutes ago. We checked just now, she's missing, and there's blood all over the floor" Sips says through the phone-you could tell his voice was shaking.

"T-thank you Sips. Tell the others" Duncan says, before hanging the phone up and we all stare at each other in silence.

8 O'clock.

Kim went to the toilet that was one door away from us.

She hasn't come back yet.

And it was when we heard the muffled scream and the door banging, that Duncan and I shuffle closer together, trembling slightly. We finally work up the courage to peer outside of the door after unlocking it, and we quickly slam it shut, locking it three times when we see the pool of blood growing underneath the door.

Silva kept growling at the door, but she did not come out from her post under the bed. 

9 O'clock.

Team Crafted called in a panic.

"Ashley's gone! We turned our backs for literally a second when a power line fell, and when we turned round, she was gone. There was blood all over the wall..." Sky pants.

We hang up without commenting.

10 O'clock.

Lewis phoned up next, but we hung up on him without answering the phone. He sent us a text anyway.

Hannah's gone. Blood everywhere. DO NOT LEAVE THE GIRLS ALONE.

Duncan glances over at me, before wrapping one arm around my shoulders as I shake, and everytime the thunder rumbled or lightning flashed, I kept expecting him to pop up in the corner of the room.

I was getting slightly impatient now. The tension was annoying, just waiting for your turn to be taken. Duncan kept staring at me, barely blinking. As if blinking would mean I would be taken. 

Looking in the mirror, something falls behind me, and I jump away, skittering over to the bed, shaking horribly.

11 O'clock.

Rythian texted.

Zoey's gone.

That was all I needed.

"Duncan I'm going" I whisper, shutting my eyes.

"What? Why? Are you crazy?" he whisper-shouts. We were afraid to raise our voices.

"Leave the room, Duncan. Just go. He won't harm you, it's me he wants. He's going to take me sooner or later, might as well be now" I sigh.

He stares at me, but he knows I'm not going to argue with him. He sighs, before nodding and kissing me softly on the forehead.

Getting up, he leaves the room, pausing before he shuts the door.

"Goodbye Tia" he whispers, before quietly shutting it.

"Goodbye" I whisper, hanging my head as I lean my head against the wall of the bed, and wait.

12 O'clock.

There was a tapping noise against the window, uneven, no rhythm. 

Glancing at the window, I wished I hadn't.

There was a silhoutte of a man, we all know who, hovering next to the window. The shadow of a hand presses against the window, raking down and leaving what looks to be blood as a trail.

Suddenly, the temperature drops, and it's freezing. I begin to shiver, grabbing my arms with my hands, my eyes flickering round the room. Silva stays silent under the bed, but I can hear her shifting uncomfortably.

I can here a creaking on the corridor as Duncan presses his ear against the door. Waiting.

The window flies open, causing papers and other light things to fly around in a flurry. A gust of wind flies into the room, and I squeeze my eyes shut, suddenly remembering this was a bad idea.

Opening my eyes, I barely hold back a gasp when I see him, his face, inches from mine. There was blood on it, his eyes wide and angry. A grin slowly lifts onto his face as he grabs my shoulder roughly.

"Before you take me..." I start, shuffling uncomfortably. It was hard to believe that I wasn't too scared of him. 

He pulls away slightly, straightening up, tilting his head curiously, blood running in streams down his face.

"It was...either sneak into your house or blow it up. And I like your house. It, uh, has nice architecture. And coffee" I comment. 

He blinks slowly, as if debating whether to rip my tongue out or just kill me right there and then.

"If I give you a hug will you leave me alone?" I suddenly blurt out, regretting the words as soon as they come out.

Well done, Tia. A crazy, psycho serial killer who is infuriated with you is in your room about to kidnap you and you ask him for a hug. Great going, I think.

Ridgedog seems to read my mind, and he raises an eyebrow, and I realize that somehow, this amused him. 

"I also got you a present"  I add nervously, slowly, crawling off the bed, keeping him in my sight. He doesn't move, just stares at me.

I tug Silva out from under the bed, who seems to be fine with an evil demigod covered in blood standing in front of her. In fact, she ran right up to him and put her paws on his knees, panting and wagging her tail.

He glanced down at her, seemingly contemplating his next move.

Cautiously, I advance, and s-l-o-w-l-y put my arms around him, not looking at him. 

His finger suddenly trails down my neck, leaving a blood trail on my throat. I stiffen, suddenly wondering if this was a bad idea after all.

"I'm still going to take you" he murmurs, patting me on the head. Great, I thought, he just dyed my hair red. That was going to take ages to wash out.

Suddenly, Silva ran round Ridge and managed to jump onto his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around my waist, before everything goes white.

Note: ANND CLIFFHANGER :D

So...the O.C contest has finished. I have picked three people at random. They will feature in the next few chapters.

THE WINNERS ARE...

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Niamvers!

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Robodude11!

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MelissaFabian6!

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To all those who didn't get in, I'm sorry D: All of your characters were really good and deserve their own fan fiction.

I will probably introduce your characters after around three chapters :D Thanks for the entries everyone!