A/N: Alright, so I didn't think of this when I began this story, but I'm going to sort of add a super natural twist to it. I hope it's better than what I originally thought of!

I decided that I wasn't going to go back to my seat, so I watched the Tackies' performance backstage. I smiled to myself as I watched them, remembering my days with Spectacular. They were days I would never forget.

My eyes mainly focused on Courtney. God was she beautiful. Her feet moved gracefully across the stage to the beat of the music. Her voice was so angel-like that it would make anyone go weak in the knees. Well, me at least.

But, I noticed something as I stood there watching her. Her eyes looked…sad. I began to wonder if it was because of what ever she was going to tell me. She really seemed bothered by it.

I would find out soon enough. For in the next moment, something happened that none of us would ever forget.

As Courtney moved to the center of the stage for a solo, the lights all of a sudden started flickering like Christmas lights. Every one stopped. Voices murmured around the theater and gazes moved left and right. I heard people rush around back stage, trying to see what the problem was.

I turned my back to possibly offer my help when I felt the floor rumble under my feet. I swiftly turned back around, only to be shot into the air by a massive explosion. My back slammed into the ground. I groaned as pain flew from my spine all through out my entire body. Screams were ringing through my ears. I got up and gaped as I saw the stage in flames and Courtney roll off the stage.

I screamed her name and tried to race after her, but I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. I was held too tightly to see the person who bound me. Then, I felt a sharp shooting pain slam through my torso. The strong hands released me and I collapsed.

My vision began to blur as I felt a whip into the back off my head. My breathing got heavy and I slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

The smell of smoke filled my lungs as I came to. Blood rushed to my head as I sat up. I gazed around at my surroundings. The whole theater was filled with smoke and ashes. I stared at the stage. It was in pieces. I slowly rose to my feet and groaned as immediate pain flowed through. Those stupid bastards.

I quickly shuffled my feet until I reached the center…or what was left of the stage. Staring in chock, I noticed the smashed instruments and musical equipment scattered around me. I looked out towards the seats. Half of the balcony had fallen into the middle of the theater. I hoped no one had gotten hurt.

Hurt. Courtney! I leaped down from the stage, hoping to find where she had fallen. I searched the entire front of the stage. She was gone. I suddenly felt dizzy again. I heard a ruffling of paper under my feet as I grabbed the edge of the stage.

I bent down and saw a -non burnt- folded up piece of paper. I slipped it into my fingers and opened it.

Want to come and play? We have your girl. All the fun is happening at the old Warren house. Hope to see you there Mr. Alexander

They had Courtney. It had to be the same idiots who blew up the theater and knocked the hell out of me. I crumbled the note in my hand and dropped it. Then I grasped the hairs on my head. No one was going to mess with Courtney while there was still a breath in my body. I felt a slight liquid across my fingertips and lowered my hand. It was covered in blood. Shit.

"Nikko!" I heard a voice from some where in the auditorium. I quickly looked around, but no one was there. "Nikko!" I heard my name again.

"Hello? Who's there?" I called back. This probably was not the smartest thing to do. But I was in so much pain and I just wanted to get away from all this damn smoke.

Suddenly, I saw Janet rushing towards me. "Nikko! Are you ok?" She called out to me. No, as a matter of fact, I was not ok. I got beaten up by a couple of bastards and then they took my girlfriend! But thanks for asking.

I slowly shuffled towards her. "Some idiots knocked me out, but I'll be fine. Are you ok?" Once I got close to her, I saw her face was struck with tears. "Janet, what's wrong?"

"Courtney's gone. We've got half the town looking for her. We can't find her anywhere. And then we saw that you were missing and thought she was with you,"

I sighed and looked down at my ash covered feet. "She's not here," I said sadly, then looked back up at her. "But I'm gonna find her,"

Janet looked at me with frightened eyes. "How? This city is huge. It could take you days to find her,"

"I think I have a pretty good idea of where she is," I wasn't going to tell her about the note I found. I was going to handle this problem on my own.

When Courtney finally came back to consciousness, she found herself in a strange place. By the looks of it, she was in very tattered bedroom. Everything was old and dusty. She saw the door and tried to move towards it, but she was bound to a chair by tight ropes. She groaned. What kind of idiots would bring her here?

"Ahh, the goddess has awakened," came a scruffy voice. Courtney looked around, but saw no one. Suddenly, she saw a man dressed head-to-toe in black, standing in front of her. He looked like he was in his late teens. Courtney rolled her eyes. If this kid tried to rape her, she would knock the hell out of him.

She sighed. "May I help you? Or are you going to be a gentleman and untie me?"

The man let out a laugh then ran a cold finger down Courtney's cheek as he began to circle her. "Feisty. I like it. And gorgeous as well. I really lucked out," He smirked and began to tangle his fingers through her hair. Courtney took a seep breath. She was not going to be afraid of this guy. What ever happened, she would stay calm.

"What do you want?" She growled.

Suddenly, he disappeared. Courtney gasped and quickly gazed around the room. Then, he was in front of her again, his face inches from hers. "I just want to have some fun. I'm here on a visit, so I thought to hang with some locals," He chuckled and winked at her, then strode to the other side of the room.

Nikko, where are you? Courtney pleaded silently.