Taken

[Phili]

Steve held a cold Corona in his hand and comtemplated opening it.
"Maybe Cone's right. Maybe she's left me. I quit drinking for her and this really does soften any hard blow."
His head rested against the wall and opened the beer. Before he took a sip, he turned over the newspaper on the coffee table next to him. "Police release pictures of two civilians and two policemen missing".
As he looked into the eyes of the photographed Anna, in a picture he had taken of her the day he proposed, he looked down at the Corona then yelled, "Fuck beer, what good do you fucking do?" Then he threw it across the room and it smashed again the wall, leaving a dent and beer everywhere, "Fuck it." he muttered.
The picture brought back so many recent memories that he forgot ever doubting her love for him, "Please come back safe."
Then he could swear that he heard her voice, "Just please let me go home."
"Obviously we must carefully consider the terms in which we return you." An unfamiliar voice said in a monotone.
"Let me fucking go."
"These people they call angels with their expletives left and right."
Steve rushed out to the backyard where the voices were coming from. The source of the booming monotone voice was not there. Anna was.
"Steve!" she began to run towards him. She was almost in his arms. But with a flash, she was gone. He heard a distant motor running.
He sunk to the ground and sobbed into his arms. His Anna had been so close to being his again.
"Steve!" Deryck's voice called, as he came outside as well, "Can you explain why there's a broken beer bottle and Corona all over your living room floor?"
"She was there." Steve said in barely a whisper, "She was almost mine again."
"Who?"
"Anna. She was right there." He pointed at the place where she had been standing moments before.
"Steve. Come inside."
"We were almost together again..."
"Steve..." Deryck sat beside him on the back stoop and continued, "You've gotta get over her. These visions are going to make you crazy."
"It wasn't a vision!!! She wanted to come home and then, and then... the man said that the terms in which he has her must be changed."
"Ok, Steve." Deryck stood up and went back inside and Steve heard him call, "Cone!"
Steve pushed his ear against the door.
"Cone, the guy's sleepwalking."
"What?"
"I just found Steve in the backyard jabbering on about seeing Anna standing in front of him." Deryck sounded distressed.
"Maybe we should get him help."
"Yeah, a therapist might do him good."
Steve got up and stormed past them. As he went he called to them, "I'm not going to a fucking therapist!"
"Steve, we were just--"
"Shut the fuck up!!! My sanity is the last thing you two should be worrying about!"

[waitingxforxyou]

i'm starting to wonder if maybe he is like schizo or something...or maybe she died and everyone doesn't want to tell him. that'd be rude though.

[miniavril89]

i say its all aliens

[O Captain My Captain]

Maybe the crazed monkeys are finally getting their revenge...

[Phili]

It seemed that whoever was behind all the disappearances was somewhat supernatural, and good at making sure no witnesses were left behind. In the next day, 3 more people disappeared. No screams, no witnesses, no evidence of a kidnapping except that people were missing, most of them with lives in motion that they obviously did not want to leave.
There was no reason for these people to be running away, and even if that was the case, why were they leaving so close together?
Several reporters were coming to Steve's door, and the Creedleys' door, looking for interviews. Everyone wanted to know the people closest to Anna Von Frances and Diane Creedley, the first two people to disappear.
Steve wasn't sure if the Creedleys were doing the interviews, but he sure as hell wasn't. He had locked himself in his roomand attached his cell phone to his laptop to listen to Anna's messages again and again. For hours he searched for some clue to where she had gone.
Then he noticed another message. One from the first unmarked date on Anna's calendar, January 15th. From the period where he had lost his cell phone.
"Oh my god," he whispered. With a quivering finger, Steve played the message:
"Hey Steve. Thanks for e-mailing and letting me know that you've lost your cell. Again. You always find it eventually, so I'm leaving you a message so that, hopefully, you have something nice as the first thing ya see when you get it back. I love you, baby. My calendar is marked, I'm counting down the days 'til we're together again. I miss you so much. I can't wait 'til you get home so we can plan the first day of the rest of our lives together. I -- what the fuck is that? Oh my god... Steve, I think I'm hallucinating. Oh well, don't want to freak you out while you're on tour, I'll tell you about it when you get home. Anyways... holy shit, there's something getting out of it. Steve, I'm really freaked out. I need you. Where are you today? Paris. OK, hotel number. OK--"
The message ended. Steve dashed out of his bedroom and grabbed Deryck and Cone, who were downstairs, watching TRL on satellite.
"This show is so fucked up. They are completely twisting Avril and I's relationship! Assholes."
"Steve, what is it?"
Steve wordlessly led them upstairs and played them the message, then said, "This was the day the X's on her calendar stopped."
"Holy fuck." Deryck reached down and played the message again, ad if he didn't believe what he was hearing.
"She still loved you. Someone actually took her."
"I told you." Steve fell onto his bed and put his head in his hands.
Deryck sat on the edge of the bed, Steve felt his weight, "Steve, I am so sorry. We believe you."
Then the house began to shake. Instinctively, Steve grabbed his cellphone, Deryck snatched up Steve's computer, and Cone grabbed them both to his sides and they huddled together as Steve's other possessions fell around them.

[avandspfan]

awesome update

[waitingxforxyou]

see, steve was right! and they didn't believe him! now they must find her.

[Phili]

After the quake, which had reportedly been citywide, many people saw their missing friends and family members for brief moments. Not Steve. All he got were whispers outside of his house which, upon investigation, appeared to be sourceless.
One man, one of the cops, hadn't just reappeared briefly. He now lay unconcious in a Toronto hospital. The doctors couldn't tell what had happened to him, except that it looked like he had been burned and branded. There was a long shiny mark down his arm that looked like a scar from being burned, and there was a swirly design etched into the back of his neck that his family didn't recognize as a tattoo he had gotten before the incident.
The most puzzling thing was that it didn't seem that anything had happened to bring on the man's state of unconciousness. No sign of trauma to his head, no sign of harmful substance intake. Nothing wrong with him except that he was unconcious.
Deryck, Steve, and Cone were up all night, trying to put this mental puzzle that was the disappearances and the one reappearance together.
"4 guys. 3 chicks." Deryck did some badly done stick figure drawings on a piece of paper.
"I don't think that means anything, Deryck." Cone reached over to rip the drawings off the pad of paper in Deryck's hands.
"It might mean that the next person to disappear will be a dude." Steve pointed out.
Deryck gave Cone a look and then scribbled Steve's comment on to the same sheet of paper.
"Both Anna and Mrs. Creedley said something about something weird-looking before they disappeared," Cone said, ignoring Deryck's "told you so" face.
"Right. And the kidnapper doesn't seemed to have planned to leave that police officer behind. That tattoo seems to be an important sort of property marking or something.
"Anna's terrified of needles." muttered Steve.
"What?"
"She's terrified of needles. Hates them. She probably almost died when she found out that they were going to brand her." Tears welled up in Steve's large eyes.
"It's OK, buddy." Cone wrapped an arm around Steve's shoulders, "It's OK. We're gonna find her."
"By the time, we find her, she'll be dead. It's been a week and that guy's already unconcious. It'll take us ages to find her. AND she didn't appear today."
"Steve, we're trying to see thatas a good thing." Deryck flipped closed the pad, realizing that they probably weren't getting any further by dawn.
"How can that be a good thing?"
"Well... she could..." Deryck struggled for words. How could it be a good thing? "They could be.... um..."
"Exactly. She's probably dead already." Steve's voice wavered as he stood up.
"Steve, have a little faith, OK? Maybe they thought she was too much of a flight risk, and they don't want a reason to keep her any longer than they need to." Cone said hastily.
"A likely story... Anna's dead, OK? She's DEAD. I can feel it. And I quit drinking for her. So I'm having a beer."
"Steve! Don't do it. She's alive! You know she doesn't want you to drink your life away."
"She can't fucking stop me from the grave." Steve made for the kitchen.

[waitingxforxyou]

the mystery just keeps piling and piling on. maybe the aliens thought anna was pretty...either way, i hope they take steve next so that maybe he'll see her.