I'm back! I may have a cold, (and possibly food poisoning from Ruby Tuesdays) but you can't keep a good writer down. Yes, the title is in Russian, but I won't tell you what it means yet because it's part of the plot. All chapter names will also be in Russian, but I'll tell you what they mean. This takes place three years later, and focuses more on a less (but at the same time still) naive Chester, and his new guardian, which means they'll be at least two rescue attempts, a book deal or two, international laws, possibly World War III and a thugging thrown in for good measure! So, without further ado...

Новый день

or

New Day.

Kat sighed, staring aloofly out the window, watching two squirrels… uh… let's just say she was watching two squirrels and leave it at that. It was her first class of the day and she was feeling it, barely responding when the teacher called her name. She then felt a vibration on her leg. Kat felt into her pocket and pulled out her phone which she moved into her lap, all without the teacher noticing.

After three years of this, she and her friends were practically experts at this. Kat flipped the phone over and checked out the text; stk in cller on 128 cbblers srt. 7 dels drgs. tyd 2 wth towz. cller flding SOC!

Kat mentally sighed; he only had this Chuck for a month, and those two already skipped to this stage of their 'game' as Chester called it. Good thing they gave him Naomi's old phone, or perhaps he would still be alright… he was Chester after all.

She wildly waved her arm in the air to attract the teacher's attention, her multiple rainbow dyed braids bouncing off her shoulders and down her back rhythmically. "Miss Shelter! Miss Shelter! May I please be excused? My friend is locked in a cellar in one twenty eight Cobblers Street and it's filling up with water!"

The whole class started laughing loudly as Ms. Shelter glared down at Kat with eyes like a hawk… wait, that's not entirely the truth. One person wasn't laughing at her. Instead, she nodded slightly and started sneezing loudly multiple times. "I'm-aaahCOO! Sorry, I ha-aaahCOO! Allergies."

Ms. Shelter looked pitifully down at the girl. "Why don't you go and get some water? That might help." The teenage girl nodded, still sneezing, and ran out the door. Once out of the classroom, her alleged allergies cleared right up.

She ran outside and hopped on her bike, being one of their six who did not have a license. Making sure she grabbed the crowbar they always left under a pile of leaves for these situations, the girl pedaled off into the direction of her trapped friend.

ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI!

The water had already submerged Chester to his nose and he only managed to get one knot untied! He obviously needed more practice, either he was getting rusty or he underestimated number Seven. Looking at his phone, which was floating to the left of his vision, (And thank whatever god made both Abby and the rest of his friends for waterproof phones,) which had 911 disconnected, he thought the latter was accurate.

But Seven had underestimated the power of friendship. The six, being complete opposites, and therefore by the laws of high school bitter enemies, were able to work out a system to enable them to be able to rescue Chester without anybody realizing what was going on.

Sounding strange and disconnected to this world through the water, Chester heard a repeated thudding noise. Smiling, but making sure not to open his mouth, Chester dragged the chair to the best of his ability towards the door. Finally, the door was smashed through and he felt two soft hands pull him up out of the water. Once he got his breath back, he smiled at his savior. "Thanks… (gasp) Nah- (gasp) omi..."

Naomi smiled at him, and adjusted her oversized glasses, before untying the knots constricting him to the chair. "No problem, anything to get out of math class. These are really, really tight." Chester nodded, once more able to breathe.

"I swear, these guys are getting tougher to beat. Can I borrow your phone? Seven blocked 911 on mine." Chester asked, wringing out his hair, which he still kept at shoulder length, although it was kept a lot nicer now (especially after he realized Abby liked to run her fingers through it). Naomi looked at him with growing respect.

"You're finally calling 911 on your guardians?" Naomi was impressed at his new found maturity. Chester had always considered his battles with the forces of Chuck as a sort of game, although a very dangerous one. Perhaps her friend was realizing that murder was a very serious action, and that there are people whose job it is to stop it? Maybe he even realized that if he reported these murderers, he might be put with people who aren't criminally insane?

Chester grabbed his sopping wet phone and tried to dry it on his sleeve, which was equally wet. At least this would get rid of the Hello Kitty stickers.

"No, but he's been selling drugs to our classmates. That's breaking the rules." Naomi considered trying to knock some sense into him with the crow bar, but still handed him her phone. He did have a point, in the same messed up way as always.

ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI! ABBSTER! KAT-RAT! TYOMI!

It was about one week later, and Chester was almost impatient for this new Chuck to come already. He had checked over all his escape plans twice already, memorized both the quickest and the alternate routes to his friends houses and had finally unblocked 911 from his phone (now, if only he could get those stupid stickers off it already). Now all that was left was to actually meet this new psychopath already. "You know, it's rude to keep your soon to be attempted murder victim waiting!" Chester yelled to nobody in particular.

The doorbell rang, waking him up from his thoughts. Chester walked over to greet whatever scared to death girl scout who was dared to visit his house, but instead found himself in the shadow of a man who would make Arnold Schwarzenegger and The Incredible Hulk run for cover. He stared up, having to stand on his toes to look into his eyes. "Well …I'm guessing you're not a girl scout…"

Chester: You really like torturing me, don't you?