The Kidnapping of the President Part 10 & 11! Only one left! ~ENJOY!~


Time: Next day
Place: FBI Base, Washington, D.C.

Kristen and Mike are outside the interrogation room, which contains Adam. They know it was him because of his DNA. Now they wanted answers. They knew that they were the ones that kidnapped the president, but they need to know how and why. Kristen gives Mike a mischievous smile.
“What? I know you were right. So what,” said Mike. “Do you want to do the interrogating?”
“Ha. Yea, I’m doing it. I want to show Adam a piece of my mind!” said Kristen.
“Please don’t kill them…” said Mike.
“Yeah.” Steve walked up to them. “I could interrogate them but I think Edge is hiding something.”
“What?!” said Kristen blushing.
“You can’t hide it. It’s so obvious,” said Steve
“What?!” said Kristen looking annoyed.
“Somebody likes the president,” said Steve. Kristen blushed.
“Really,” Mike said.
“Let’s get this over with,” said Kristen as she walks into the interrogation room.
“Someone doesn’t look happy,” said Adam said when she walked in.
“Shut up!”
“Oh! So you don’t want me to talk. Ok. Whatever,” responded Adam. She gave him a deathly stare.
“Ya know. I am capable of killing you over 100 ways,” said Kristen.
“You’re not supposed to kill me.”
“I can if I want to. So…” continued Kristen. “Why? Why did you kidnap the president? Are you going to talk?”
“Fine. For you,” said Adam. "Well… I kidnapped Mr. Prez. Good enough?”
“No,” said Kristen. She opened up case that was filled with instruments. Not the usual kind you would find in a case, the kind that Kristen uses for interrogating. She pulls out a knife and walks up to Adam, who is sitting in a chair in the middle of the room. She grabs his head and puts the knife up to his neck. “Speak now or you might not live,” she said. “I mean it.”
“Ok, ok. I hate that guy.”
“Ok, more. How did you do it? Who’s the other guy?”
“He’s Bradford Puttington, my old friend.”
“He’s the guy that broke into my house and stole my laptop!”
“No, that was actually me. But I wasn’t the one who kidnapped Mr. Prez. That was all Bradford and Jimmybob Buffet.”
“Who’s Jimmybob?”
“One of my buddy’s.”
“Hey!” Kristen said into her mic, putting down her knife. “Get info on Jimmybob Buffet. He was part of the kidnapping.”
“Do you know what happened there?”
“No, all I know is that they kidnapped him and got in a plane and came to Hawaii. We kept Mr. Prez at my beach house. We kidnapped Winston, too, but you got him.”
“I knew it!” Kristen said to herself. “But why was Winston at the party?”
“Uhhmmm… we were going to kidnap you too.” Adam said. Kristen was speechless. “Yeah. We knew Mike would put you up to this cause you’re the best out here. We figured we could kidnap you before he could contact you, but it failed. We thought we could get Winston to help because if you already found out you would suspect Winston. But when we went to get you, we saw that you had company. We knew Winston wouldn’t speak, so we let him go.”
“You bugged him. We found it.”
“I know. We were too busy doing other stuff to really care. It was only a few of us. I assume you found them all already.”
“Yeah, not sure about Buffet, though,” said Kristen. “But we’ll get him. We still have to talk to the others, including Puttington.” The she started to walk out of the room, but stopped. “Why?” she asked. “Why did you want him?”
“Not everyone likes him ya know.” Then she left to talk to Mike.
“You can go straight in,” said Mike. She gave him a puzzled look. “You can interrogate Puttington too.”
“Ok.”



“Well...” said Puttington in a very strong southern accent. Kristen didn’t need the knife this time. They figured he wouldn’t speak so they drugged him to tell the truth. “Ya see. I was trying to shoot the president in the leg. We didn’t want to kill him. We wanted him to be tortured for what he did to us.”
“What did he do to you?” asked Kristen, sounding VERY annoyed.
“Uh….” He said. “Anyway, I missed and hit his ski. And my buddy, Jimmybob (it sounded like Jim bob, he was really stuttering) grabbed Winston and grabbed ol’ prez and we ran into the trees. Then all them guys went a falling. Then we took ‘em to ‘ol Adam’s beach house. Well after that long plane ride. It was quite a challenge.” He then laughed.
“Should’ve used this stuff on Adam,” Kristen said to herself.
“Yeah. Then ye found us. That’s about it.”
“What about a Winston?” she asked.
“We sent him to that party, yeah know.”
“Uh-huh. Yeah. I know.” Then she leaves.

taylorswiftfan1236 on 4/6/2011 3:57:01 PM

Part 10 of the Kidnapping of the President!!!

Time: a few minutes later
Place: the harbor, dock 36

Steve’s car was blazing down the road. The wind was whipping in their faces, just like the old days. Kristen would have been enjoying the ride, if they weren’t chasing a criminal. They then pulled up behind a storage unit when they heard voices. They got out of the car. They walked around the storage unit and found Adam and some other guy. Just then the other cops pulled up.
“Hold up, guys. We have a visual of them.” Kristen said into her mic to the agents. She then pulled out her gun. She waited ‘til Steve got his gun ready.
“Wait. What was that?” said the mystery guy, hearing her load her gun.
“I don’t know,” said Adam pulling out his gun. He notices Kristen and tries to shoot. He misses. Kristen aims and shoots his leg so she doesn’t kill him. The shooting alerts the other agents and they come over.
“Don’t kill them,” yells Kristen. Just then, the mysterious guy gets up and runs. He drops his gun.
“Stop him,” Steve yells.
Kristen chases after him. He runs behind one of the storage units and jumps out at Kristen. He hits her. It’s a tense fight. Kristen gets knocked on the ground. He goes for the hit and Kristen gets him and flips him onto the ground. The guy gets knocked out. Kristen’s close to it.
“You ok?” asks Steve as he runs up to her.
“Yeah.,” she responds out of breath.
“We better take you back to headquarters,” he says as he helps her up. “Don’t worry we have both of them.
“Good.”

taylorswiftfan1236 on 4/5/2011 5:32:31 PM

luckyyyy! im soo jealous let me know how it is, even though i'm sure it'll be amazingggg! every year, i go to Maine for the last 2 weeks of July we have a house on a lake up there and it's really fun! im just soo bummed to be missing tay!

~Lauren

soccergirl524 on 4/2/2011 1:17:26 PM

oh haha that's ok! im turning 16 in may! I can't wait! so have you had spring break yet?? mine is ending, i start school again tomorrow!

~Lauren

soccergirl524 on 3/30/2011 1:51:02 PM

hey girl!

thank you so much! that's awesome! i'm 15, how old are you?

~Lauren

soccergirl524 on 3/27/2011 9:49:12 AM

Well, Tahiti is a small island, kind of like Hawaii, it's very hot and everyone speaks french. It's really beautiful though. ( my house is on the beach )

kayla9 on 3/21/2011 10:15:28 PM

omgg rlly?! Ur soo lucky my friend is in hawaii for the rest of the week so i told her to bring me back bottle sand LOL im so desperate at least ill be able to 'feel' hawaii ! btw i like ur profile too and how many countrie hav u been to ?

vannies<3 on 3/18/2011 7:33:04 PM

HEY GIRLS DO YOU NEED ADVICE ON FASHION, FRIENDS, MAKEUP, HEALTH, WORKING OUT, OR ANYTHING ELSE!?!? COME TO MY PROFILE! I GIVE GREAT ADVICE ON ANYTHING (NO QUESTION IS WEIRD I PROMISE!) I'M ON GL OFTEN SO I WILL POST THE ANSWER ON YOUR PROFILE SOON! (UNLESS IT'S NOT VISIBLE THEN I'LL POST THE ANSWER ON MINE) I'D LOVE TO HEAR FROM YOU!

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pinkypi26 on 3/17/2011 12:52:56 PM

cool! ill read them after school and if you've already read Chapter 6: Seduced, then i haven;t written another one yet. but ill be sure to write 2 over spring break

sassykitty60 on 3/9/2011 8:19:38 AM

The Kidnapping of the President: Part 7!
Please tell me what you think!


“Speak now or forever hold your peace.” Taylor Swift was singing through Kristen’s phone.
“Aloha!”
“What did you find out?”
“He wouldn’t speak. Then they escorted me out of the room. Jerks. But, we did find a bug on him. So it was either his speaking unit to the others or someone bugged him. ”
“Why would he have a bug on him? He was at a party. He was probably trying to hurt someone there, too!”
“I doubt it. Winston wouldn’t do that. He was probably kidnapped and they made him go.”
“You sure?”
“Could be. Did you find anything on Adam?”
“Nope. We haven’t looked, but we will. Don’t worry!”
“Call me as soon as you get the info.” She hung up.
“Did they find anything?” asked Steve.
“No, they didn’t look yet. I told them to call once they get info,” she responded. “But by the time they find out, we could already have it. Do you have your laptop? Mine’s at my apartment.”
“Sure, here.” He gave her his laptop. “You might want to get your laptop we might need it.”
“Yeah, dude. Your computer sucks,” said Kristen, standing up.
“Need a ride?”
“Yeah. My car’s at my apartment, too.”

taylorswiftfan1236 on 3/8/2011 4:05:12 PM

u sound a lot like me. cute profile girley !

emmiecandy on 3/4/2011 11:44:12 PM

The Kidnapping of the Presidents Part 6!! Please comment!!!!


Time: late that night
Place: interrogation room, FBI base in Honolulu, Hawaii

“So,” said Kristen. “What happened? Did you take the president?”
No response.
“Come on, Winston. I thought you were my friend. We spent so much time together protecting the president. That is what we are doing. We are trying to save him. Please help, Winston. Did you take him?”
Still silence.
“So I guess we will have to do it the hard way. I really don’t want to do this.” Kristen walks up to Winston and grabs him by the neck. She puts a knife to his throat. He can’t do much because he is handcuffed.
“Now tell me what happened and what you did you do with Luke???”
“Can’t say.” It was the first time he spoke since they started.
“So you took him?” She was still standing next to him, ready to get into action.
“If I say bad things will happen.”
“Hey!” Kristen yelled to one of the guys watching her interrogate Winston. “Get over here.”
They started to search Winston for a possible bug. They found one in his ear. It was recording everything. They didn’t find anything else on him, so the guy took the bug away.
“I’m still not speaking,” said Winston
“Did they kidnap you? Tell me!” Kristen started to get angry. Sometimes she would get carried away in interrogations.
“Hey Edge. Calm down,” yelled Steve through the glass.
“Don’t tell me what to do!” she yelled back.
“We better get her out,” Steve whispered to the guys behind the glass.
“Time to go, Edge. That’s enough for now,” said one of the guys who escorted her out. Then some more guys came to put Winston in locked room. It was small and contained a bench.

taylorswiftfan1236 on 3/1/2011 4:15:49 PM

Part 5 of The Kidnapping Of the President!

Ding-a-ling-a-ling! Doota-loota-doot-doot! Agent Mike’s phone was ringing. It was an agent.
“Hello?” said Mike.
“Ello, lad! It is Agent Charles. We have found who the ski belongs to. We checked with the president’s personal secretary and found his shoe size. We are pretty sure that it is his. It also has his prints on it. He will need to find a new pair, though, if he comes back. Both straps on them are badly broken.”
“Thanks Agent Charles. At least someone can do their work here.”
“Thank ye, sir. Good day.”
Mike then called Kristen to tell her the info. Mike asked her about Winston.
“Interrogating will start shortly. Don’t worry. I am doing it.”
“Please don’t kill our suspect. You can get a little crazy.” They both laugh and say goodbye.

taylorswiftfan1236 on 2/22/2011 8:49:59 AM

i like part 4! and i wouldn't mind history so much if we didnt have a boring teacher. last year i hated science because the teacher only did stuff out of the books. no projects or anything. but i now i love science because i have a better teacher. anyway ouch. i hat running too. one of my friends runs track and i cant see how in the world she does it

sassykitty60 on 2/18/2011 6:44:15 PM

really good part 3! and ugh sorry about the history project. history is my least favorite subject

sassykitty60 on 2/15/2011 8:15:48 AM

COOL! i love your profile pic by the way!

katiekakes8 on 2/12/2011 8:55:25 PM

I can't believe the STEELERS lost!!

jasperrose on 2/12/2011 8:43:50 AM

The Kidnappimg of the president: Part 2

They had landed at an airport about a mile away from the ski lodge, where President Bushes and the Secret Service would be staying. It was right at the ski slope and all they had to do was walk to the ski lift. When they had finally gotten to their destination, the huge storm hit. It was so bad that the skiing got delayed for a few days until it let up. On the third day there, the president decided that he go skiing.
“There will be secret service agents with you at all times, Mr. President,” said Mike, the head of the secret service. He had decided to stay behind at the lodge. He wasn’t feeling well.
“Ok. I am all ready to go,” said president Bushes. Then they all walked to the ski lift to go to the hill. There were four secret service agents with the president. There were also a lot of agents down the hill and at the bottom. When they got to the top, they got ready to go down the hill.
“Ya’ll ready president?” said Agent St. Patty.
“I’m ready,” said Luke Bushes. Then they started down the hill. There were two secret service agents in front of the president and two behind him. They were Agents Chuck, Winston, Adam, and St. Patty.
The president was just about half way down the hill, when suddenly something hit his ski. He flew backwards! Agent Winston tried to grab the president, but he fell too quickly. Then someone grabbed the president and dove into the trees.

The next part i will post next week!

taylorswiftfan1236 on 2/7/2011 5:46:34 PM

Thanks! i like your profile too

chlojo98 on 2/6/2011 3:47:08 PM

Here is the first glimpse of my story, The Kidnapping of the President! ~ Enjoy! ~

Time: Around 5:00 in winter of 2020
Place: Air force one jet, somewhere in the sky during a terrible snow storm.

Buzz! Buzz! The president’s phone was ringing.

“Hello?” answered President Luke Bushes.

“Hi! It’s Abbigail. There is a huge storm coming. Where are you guys at?” responded the caller. It was the president’s personal secretary, Abbigail Lemmon.

“We are about to land, Mr. President,” said the pilot.

“Great,” said the President to the pilot. Then he said to Abbigail, “We are about land.”

“Thank goodness. The forecast shows this huge storm coming your way. It’s the storm of the century” She said. “Anyway, have a nice trip. I hope nothing bad happens.”

“Thanks and so do I.”

The young president was taking a vacation at a ski resort in Colorado. The president was still very young, but he was a great president. Almost everyone in the country liked him, but he was going alone, for he wasn’t married.

Please tell me what you think of it. I will post more once i get it done.

taylorswiftfan1236 on 2/2/2011 7:00:10 PM

i cant wait to read it!

sassykitty60 on 1/28/2011 4:55:19 PM

chapter 3 is up

sassykitty60 on 1/24/2011 9:15:24 PM

hey i posted this once but i dont think it went through..so sorry if it posts twice

My Destination
Chapter 1: The Parents
I awoke on a Saturday morning to screaming coming from my parent’s bedroom. I kept my eyed closed, not wanting to be awake. I slowly, brought my pillow over my head in hope to block out the sound. Of coarse, this did not work. I could still make out the muffled sound of my parents yelling at each other,
“HOW DARE YOU!?”
*Muffled noise*
“YOU’RE RUINING THIS FAMILY!”
*Muffled noise*
“DON’T BRING MISCHIA INTO THIS!”
Mischia – my name. It was only seven o’ clock in the morning and they had already brought me into their fight. I wanted to just hide under my pillow until the day was over, but what good would that do? All that would happen, is I would hear them fight all day and maybe even have to join it.
Grudgingly, I got out of bed and made my way to my mirror. It revealed a short, skinny figure with green eyes and long, red hair. Anyone could tell I was stressed. It really didn’t matter though, I had no friends. If someone were to see me, they wouldn’t care whether I looked stressed or not. I’m just a perfect stranger to almost anyone outside my family. I’m very socially awkward. In fact, I’m known as “The Weird Girl” at my school.
I looked back at my reflection one last time before moving to my dresser to find some comfortable clothes. My dresser was fool of skinny jeans and old t-shirts. I had no trouble picking out clothes in the morning because they all matched whatever I put them with. I reached in, grabbed a random pair, and began dressing myself for the usual uneventful day that lay ahead of me.
My head cautiously peeked out my door followed by my whole body. Mom and Dad’s fighting had gone down some but was still loud enough for me to hear. I decided to head to the kitchen quietly. Not wanting to give them any excuse to bring me back into their fight. The door leading to my street was just five feet away. It was one of those make it or break it moments, but at the same time I didn’t want to give my parents any clue I was there. However, knowing my luck this did not happen. Because it wasn’t two seconds before I heard,
“MISCHIA!!!! COME HERE!!” It was my mom. As loud as she said it I bet the whole neighborhood heard her.
I sprinted towards the door before she could come in the kitchen. Not caring about how much noise I was making, I slammed the door behind me, still sprinting. Pretty soon I had already passed the sign indicating my street, Cherry Blossom Rd., and was speeding towards anywhere but my house. I needed to get away. If only for a short time I wouldn’t care. Just away from my family and their problems. I slowed down to a fast paced walk.
Some way or another I found myself walking directly towards an old junkyard. I didn’t know if it was fear, adrenaline, or even fate, but something was guiding me to it. And who was I to deny it? I had nowhere else to go. If I had to go somewhere it might as well be somewhere I could relax. Even if there was a dreadful smell emerging from it…… I slowly looked around to make sure no one else was there. And, thinking it was deserted, brought myself inside.
It was definitely a junkyard. You could not mistake it for anything else. There was old furniture and scraps of metal everywhere. Not to mention that awful smell! It was like standing in a dumpster. Well, I guess in a weird way I was in a giant dumpster. Pretty gross once you think about it. All the same, I was finally relieved. I had somewhere to go when I needed out. Nothing and no one was going to take that away from me.
Smiling, I sat down on an old, torn couch and began to imagine how I could fix this place up and turn it into my own secret hideaway. But my ears had something else to say. They could hear the faint Cling! Cling! Cling! In the distance. Someone else was there. Out of habit I immediately hid behind that couch. The clinging didn’t stop and it surely wasn’t getting closer. No longer afraid and rather curious for the first time in years, I got up and slowly stepped nearer and nearer to the noise.
The noise got louder and louder as I passed many old toys, random pieces of wood, and rotten food. I could just make out a sight of tons of hanging old pots and pans. I was just plain confused now. Yet, I wanted to know more. I bent over. For some reason I thought that if what I was about to see was dangerous, crouching would help me hide.
Past one more old, shade-less lamp and I beast my eyes upon a most amazing sight. An old couch, along with two old chairs were sitting next to each other, forming a field goal shape. They had a piece of metal hanging over them nailed to four pillars of wood to stay up. This somehow formed a roof. The pots and pans were in another section. Similar, but in this part there was a fire going and a large black pot hanging over it held up by another wooden pillar. Kind of like one you’d see in hangman. A small table and a stool were placed near the pot and the fire. Almost like a kitchen.
I turned to my right and saw a quite horrifying sight. An old outhouse was inches away from my face and I hadn’t even noticed the smell until now. I screamed, forgetting that I was still hiding, and basically scurried away. You would’ve thought I’d seen a ghost! Yet nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see. I had stopped listening, but the clinging had come to an abrupt stop. And slowly, but surely, a pair of feet were making their way towards none other than me.
“Howdy miss! What brangs yew to my humble a boad?”

sassykitty60 on 1/18/2011 7:28:13 PM

yayy!! ill post it as soon as i get home

sassykitty60 on 1/18/2011 4:43:00 PM

That is too bad.

babydoll518 on 12/4/2010 12:20:32 PM