This old man, he played one, he played knick-knack on my thumb with a knick-knack paddywhack give a dog a bone, this old man came running home.

Title: An unlikely pair

Newspaper

6 YR OLD GILR GONE MISSING?

July 12th 2009 4:30, a family reported their 6yr old girl Blossom to be missing. The parents watched their child run onto her bus in the morning for school, the bus arrived in the afternoon when school was over but she did not return. The two parents called the school and were surprised to hear that she was never there, police are searching nonstop for this little girl. She has long red hair, pink eyes, and wore a giant red bow in her hair, if you have any information about this or have found this child please contact us.

The officer threw the newspaper down onto his desk then dipped his donut into a cup full of hot coffee. He sighed, the door opened and in walked another officer who was tall and slim. He jumped not noticing his assistant come in.

"Is there a problem Joe?"

"Good morning Peter, just finished reading the newspaper as always. Seems to be a missing little girl, I tell ya, these kids just can't stay still. One minute they're here, the next minute they're all the way in Canada! I say we leash'em."

They laughed. "So who do we have today?" asked Joe while taking a huge bite out of his jelly filled donut and drinking some coffee to wash it down. Peter slapped down a folder onto the small desk, his fingers slid out several papers. One of them had a photo attached. He gently undid the paper clip that kept them together and held the photo up for Joe to see. Joe clicked on a nearby lamp and sighed deeply at what he saw. It was a boy who looked around 17, he had short red hair sticking out of a red hat, he also had red eyes.

"Brick" he said bitterly

Peter frowned. Joe scammed through the papers not bothering to actually read any of them since they both knew what the boy was capable of. They were always locking him up because he always got put in jail. If it was his release day he would end up behind bars the very next day, either that or he would have found an escape. They were purely fed up with seeing him.

Joe shoved the papers back into the folder and moves it to the side. "Is he here?"

"He's in 27" answered Peter. Joe sat back into his chair and rested his arms on the side. "You should relax Peter, it's been a long day, get some stress off your mind."

Peter sighed, "I wish I could sir but I have more things I need to go finish, I'll see you this afternoon."

Joe waved then shifted the wheeled chair over to a computer where he began typing information. Peter grabbed a large pair of keys and walked out the door. The hall was dark, his finger turned a light switch up and the rusty metal jail cells met his eyes. He walked forward twirling the keys in his hands and whistling a song.

Criminals glared at him as he made his way past their cells, some even stuck hands out in attempts to grab him. He ignored them, it was their own faults they were here, not his.

At the end of the hall he walked through another door that led to another giant room of cells. Unlike the other room, this one belonged to only one criminal, their worst criminal. They always kept him apart from the others, it was too risky having him around them, they would be killed on the spot. Not even their finest guards could stop him from escaping.

But something seemed wrong, there were no guards in the room at this time. Peter himself felt uncomfortable having to go through this part of the building. Where are the guards?

He figured they had to go somewhere and would be right back. He made his way to the end of the hall and was just about to open the door when a beeping sound met his ear, followed by a screeching squeak.

A light drift flew by his feet and the squeak came again. His head turned slowly toward cell 27, his heart stopped at what he saw. It was the sound of a rust cell, the door was swaying back and forth. The room was opened. But not just any room…

His room

Peter knew he had locked it before he left, did he escape? Was he still in there?

"You there?"

No answer…

His hand reached down to his waist and pulled out a large baton from his belt. He held it high in position while walking closer to the swaying door cell. "You better not be trying anything funny, if your in there you better stay there."

Still no answer…

With enough confidence he ran to the door and slammed it shut, but only to realize that no one was there. His eyes searched around the dark cell, it was definitely empty. Where was everyone? Maybe he did escape and they ran after him.

Peter sighed and lowered his keys. His head looked up when the sound of beeping was heard. Slowly he walked in, the beeping got louder, his walky-talky cut on and he jumped. He quickly unstrapped it from his belt and put it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Peter is that you?! Listen to me, you and Joe have to get out of the building now!!"

He raised an eyebrow, "Slow it down comrade, is there a problem?"

"Get out of the building!! Get out of—

The sound of yelling was heard in the background and the device went dead. Peter scratched his head. What the heck was that all about?

The beeping made a steady rhythm, he walked further in and saw what was making the noise. It was some sort of metal box with dozens of wires connected to it along with strange looking buttons. He stared at it like it was nothing he ever seen in his life. He poked it with his baton, it stopped beeping for a minute but continued again.

"Just what kinda prank is this?"

His fingers darted to a button that he wasn't familiar with. It beeped faster, he wanted it to stop so he pressed the same button again. The beeping increased, his eyes grew wide with fear, he felt his blood form into icicles, now he knew what it was.

"Oh.....shit....."

BOOOOOOMMM!!!!!!!

The entire building exploded with force so strong the ground shook. Everyone in the building died and anyone who was nearby died as well. Flames and ash sprinkled across the skies.

A buff looking security guard glared sad eyes watching the jail blow up. He was a good feet away so it didn't harm him, but he definitely saw and heard it happen. He put his walky-talky back onto his belt and turned around facing many other guards.

"They're too late" he told the men. They all sighed and looked down. "Aww, that's too bad. I kinda enjoyed finding ways to escape from those two idiots. Haha and they call themselves policeman."

They all turned hearing the devilish voice. The guard glared angry eyes. A dark figure with red eyes peered down at them from a grassy hill. "Hey I did you guys a favor! Now you can go find a happier job instead of this crappy one."

They growled, he smirked. The buff security guard looked back at his team. "What are you all standing there for!? GET HIM!!"

They all got their handcuffs ready, he rolled his eyes. "Come on guys why don't you let it go already? How about we make a deal? You let me go and none of you get hurt, deal?

Everyone charged at him. He shrugged, "don't say I didn't warn you."

He began dashing away with all the guards chasing after him. He dug into his pockets and grabbed two silver guns. His arms stretched in back of him with fingers on trigger, he never turned his head or stopped running. He listened for running shoes and mud then aimed in that direction and fired.

A mischievous smirk curled around his lips hearing the sound of screams and spilling blood. He kept firing backwards, men fell hard to the dirt ground, clutching their wounds. When his guns were all fired out he dropped them and grabbed a small remote from his red jacket. Only several more guards were left, his finger pressed the button hard.

BAAAMMM!!

The ground exploded under their feet, blood and guts dropped on top of the lifeless corpses, a large body of dust was all that was seen. He stopped running when the screams faded to silence. His fingers straightened his jacket.

The dust was clearing away. His eyes glimpsed at all the dead figures lying in the dirt. He wanted to make sure that no one was left alive. Everything was still, the breeze swayed his jacket and hair.

A cough

He quickly turned around. The head security guard was trying to sit up and escape, his right leg had been burned off during the explosion. Blood sank form his mouth as he coughed. The redhead smirked as he walked up to the injured man. He began yelling seeing the boy approach him.

"Stay away from me you monstrosity!! Look what you've done!!!"

He bend down and grabbed the man, stopping him from getting away. "Your siked about this? You haven't seen a thing old man."

He struggled to get away but was obviously getting weak form blood lost. The boy almost felt sad for the guy as he pulled a blade out of his pocket. "Don't act like you didn't see this coming, I told you guys to make a deal but would you listen? I don't think so."

He rested a foot on top of the man's stomach smiling evilly down at him. The man shook. "Thank god you fools are off my chest, I would have blown you all up sooner if that bomb didn't take decades for me to build. Before you join the others I'd like for you to state your final words, tell me, what's the code for the Townsville safe? I know you know."

The man gasped, why on earth would he tell this criminal about that? He quickly made up a lie. "It's 14567."

The boy chuckled darkly, "You better be telling me the truth. Let me warn you, if your lying not only are you ganna die, but I'll make sure to kill off your wife and children as well, followed by any other person you ever cared about. Don't even think I'm not serious. Am I making myself clear?"

He winced feeling the pressure of the sneaker on top of him, he loved his family more than anything in the world and he knew for a fact that this boy wasn't kidding around. He was nothing but cold hearted, he probably murdered his own family.

"Don't harm my family please! The real code is 2858179, I swear!"

He smirked. The things people do for their loved ones. How amusing....

"Brick....don't forget that name because you just might see me again. It's been fun old man, see ya."

He put the blade back in his pocket and put his foot down. The man watched him walk away, he looked around. Dead body parts, limbs, and pieces of flesh scattered on the grass and dirt. He was the only one alive, he felt his body get weaker. His one leg couldn't even move and there was no one around to help him.

He felt ashamed for telling one of Townsville's top secrets. But it was for his family, that made it ok right?

He dropped his head waiting for death to come upon him......

Oh yeah about my last story "Love at first Sight" i never thought you guys would be asking for more lol, when you say continue do you mean write about what happens next to Blossom? i really didn't mean for it to be a mystery, i thought that was the right way to end it but i'll try to create a sequel since you asked =) but for now REVIEW!!