Oh my gosh. Guys, I am so sorry for the sudden hiatus. School really had me tied down, and I honestly lost interest for The Right One. But a reader on DeviantART got me motivated again, so I decided to not leave this story hanging and finish it up. I know how much people can hate cliffhangers. So, without further ado, I give you The Right One, Chapter Seven. I hope you enjoy.

-Synpholia

(Len)

I read it once, twice, three times. I couldn't speak or think properly. My mouth opened and closed ridiculously, probably making me look like a fish. Rin's note was still in my hand, wrinkled around one edge from being tightly gripped. Only when I looked at Rin's signature did I mentally slap myself awake.

I fumbled for my cell phone, whipping it out of my pocket and hitting speed dial for Rin's number. It rang endlessly, so I hung up and tried again. The same thing happened; why wasn't she answering? If she was just with Miku, she'd be able to answer her phone. But she did say that they were going to the theater; she wouldn't be able to answer her phone if they were watching a movie.

Rin's smiling face flashed quickly into my mind. I cringed at the thought of anything bad happening to her. Something in my chest tightened when I thought of Miku hurting her. A moment later I was out the door and in my car, once again calling Rin's cell phone, and praying that she was okay.

(Rin)

I hopped off the bus, clutching my bag tightly as I searched for some sign of Miku. Crowded streets had always bothered me; I only ever felt safe around them anymore if I was with Len. Len had always seemed so protective of me when we were out. If anyone suspicious had ever tried to give me funny looks, Len would glare at them until they looked away. I smiled to myself at the thought of Len being super protective.

Suddenly someone bumped into my shoulder, and I stumbled dangerously close to the street and the incoming traffic. I caught myself and looked up to see who had so rudely almost killed me, only to see the surprised looking face of Miku.

She looked slightly off; perhaps it was her make up; or maybe her hair? Nevertheless, she quickly put a smile on her face. She gathered me into a warm hug, and I felt something poke into my side.

"Rin! I was just looking for you!" She exclaimed. She pulled back but still kept a firm grip on my shoulders. Her smile was perfect; yet when I looked into her eyes, they had a weird glint to them. I swallowed and smiled awkwardly. "Hello, Miku."

I laughed and smoothed my hair down with one hand, avoiding Miku's strange look, "I thought I was never going to find you with all of these people. Truthfully, I was kind of surprised when you invited me to see something tonight. I thought you didn't like me all that much, but maybe we can really be friends now." I felt Miku's hands tighten slightly on my shoulders. I uncomfortably pushed them off.

"So, should we pick out a movie? I was thinking-"

But my words were cut off when she suddenly grabbed my wrist. She pulled me though the crowd and I had no other option but to stumble along behind her, unable to break free. She took me to an alley beside the theater, through a suspicious looking door, and into a dark hallway. I could hear the click of her heels echo hauntingly down the hallway. My heart raced at the darkness; when would my eyes adjust?

Finally, when I was too tired to go any longer, and stopped and forced Miku to stop with me. "Miku, I…I can't go any longer. I'm too…tired." I panted. I looked at Miku, but she was facing away from me. Letting go of my hand, she went to a door that I hadn't noticed until now, and pushed it open with a quiet creaking sound.

"But, Rin – chan," She said, looking up at me from under her bangs. Her eyes were no longer a strange spark hidden behind a smiling face; no, they had a mad glint in them that made me immediately know that she meant me harm, "We're here."

(Len)

As I drove, I had this strange thought. The cell phone in my hand made continuous rings; and I thought, as long as it was ringing, Rin would be okay. It didn't matter what things Miku might be doing to her. My mind focused on the ringing; the soothing, almost melodic sound of it, calming my haywire nerves and slowing my pulse to a rhythmic, natural beat. I would have closed my eyes, if I wasn't behind the wheel.

Ring.

Ring.

Rin.

Rin

I turned a corner, recognizing the street name. I was close. The theater was only a few blocks away. I pushed on the pedal a little bit harder, and the car growled in response. Yet I ignored the honking cars and the obscene finger motions out the window as I drove between cars and ran red lights. The closer I got to the theater, the closer I was to saving Rin. That was my only thought, the only thing keeping me on course. The only thing that mattered.

I stopped in the parking lot, settling the car over two parking spaces. The moment I closed the door on my way out, someone picked up. A cheery voice sounded, "Hello?" and I couldn't stop myself from exclaiming, "Rin!" before I realized that it wasn't Rin. I fell silent as recognition swept over me. The sky was a haunting color of blue; it was almost dark. Miku spoke from the other end, in the tone of voice she only used when she was about to say something that sounded nice but wasn't really nice at all.

"Lenny Bear! How nice of you to call!" She chirped. I could just imagine her fingers tapping expectantly on her hip, her lip jutted out in a sort of pout. "Put Rin on the phone, Miku; now." I couldn't put much more force into the words than I was then. She laughed hard sounding noises that only seemed to imitate an actual one. Ha. Ha. Ha. "Sorry, honey. She's kind of busy right now. Aren't you, Rin – chan?" There was a fumbling noise before I heard an agonized cry of pain; Rin.

Something in my chest ripped apart. "Rin!" I shouted into the receiver. And then sobbing; hopeless crying that made me want to just strangle someone. "L-Len, I'm scared." Her voice - Rin's voice - helpless and broken, made my anger go up a notch. I wasn't even angry at this point; no, I was much more far gone than that. "It'll be okay," I shushed into the phone. As much as I was suffering now, I couldn't imagine what Miku might be making Rin go through. "You'll be okay; I'll be in there soon." I started to walk towards the double doors, when Miku spoke again. Her voice was still in the same, ugly tone. "You can't just barge in here, Len. And don't try to call the police, either. If you do, you can say bye-bye to Rin – chan." I knew what Miku was trying to do. She wanted a compromise; an agreement; one that I would never in a million years agree to. But I had to; if only for Rin.

"What do you want?" I hissed. Miku giggled into the phone, and said in an innocent voice, "Why, you, of course." She followed up with, "Come inside, Len. Pretend that we're playing hide and seek. Find us. Find us and be with me, for the rest of our lives, and I'll see what I can do about keeping Rin alive." With a giggle and a snap, she hung up, leaving a dead tone in my ear.

I didn't hesitate when I entered the building. I didn't stop as I stepped into the near-dark surroundings. The theater had a big lobby, and several doorways that probably led to backrooms or stages. I set out going from one room to the next, only finding darkness and a few pieces of trash. I only vaguely wondered why the theater was unlocked this time of day, but then I remembered Miku and Rin were here and I figured that Miku probably unlocked it somehow. Which just got me thinking about whether Rin was okay or not, and I searched even faster.

It took me longer than I liked to find a small doorway that I would have missed if I didn't see the light filtering under it. My heart sped up as I gripped the handle and pushed it open.

I was on the left side of one of the inner theaters. Rows and rows of seats were in front of me, facing to my right. I looked to where the seats were facing, and saw all the lights around the stage focused on one silhouette. That silhouette was hunched over, hair slightly rumpled and outfit ripped in some places, was Rin. Her face was hidden by her hair, but her shaking frame let me know that she was crying.

I bolted to the stage along the aisle; it slanted downwards the closer I got to it. I ran up the stairs as was halfway across the stage before Rin lifted her head and looked at me with red-stained eyes. A mixed set of emotions crossed her features, including fear, confusion, and hope. Finally, I was next to her, holding her in my arms and soothing her in soft tones. She cried softly into my shoulder, and I smoothed down her hair and kissed her forehead. "I'm here, I'm here," I repeated in her ear. Now that she was closer, I could see the scars on her body; her face had faint scratches that mostly littered her cheeks, and they had dried blood trails going to her chin. Her arms had it worse, as they had deeper cuts and were slightly bleeding. Her stomach had one long cut, and it was still bleeding. It stained through her shirt more and more as she moved.

"Why isn't this lovely," chimed a voice from behind me. I looked over my shoulder, none too surprised to see Miku waiting in the wings. What did surprise me, however, was her attire. It was the same as the concert where we had preformed Magnet together; same black wedding-like dress, same waterfall of green hair running smoothly down her back, same small black top hat and the yellow-and-black butterfly headphone son her head.

The first time I saw her in this outfit, I thought she'd been beautiful. Now, I couldn't imagine anyone uglier.

"The prince comes in to rescue the princess," she continued, hands clasped behind her back, "but what the prince doesn't realize is that the princess is actually a witch in disguise, and the real princess is having her fiancé stolen by the witch." I scoffed. "I never proposed to you, nor will I ever get on one knee and ask you to marry me. Maybe I did at one time, but after all of this? Never."

Hurt etched into her features. "Len, she's lying to you. Can't you see?" I glared. Whatever Miku was planning, I wasn't going to believe it. Maybe I could pass Rin my cell phone, and she could call the police. I could distract Miku while they were on their way-

"Len, listen to me." I stopped my thoughts, refocusing on Miku. "Rin isn't right for you. She hasn't known you as long as I have; she's been fooling you and I saw through it. This entire time I knew she was acting sketchy, and it's because she wants to be famous, Len. She wanted fame and fortune, and she was just using you. This entire time."

I inspected her for a second, weighing what she said in my mind. Finally I spat, "You're deranged. That's the only logical reason that I can think of for why you're acting like this." I turned my head to Rin; she was looking down, a hand on her stomach. I stood up, attempting to nudge her to her feet. She got on one knee before Miku said, "Ah, ah, ah. One more move and you're toast." Rin and I both looked at Miku. Her hand was outstretched to a rope, a long knife resting just atop it. My eyes followed the trail of the knife, to a chandelier hanging right above us. Normally, I wouldn't be concerned about a simple chandelier, but this one was different. Created for some kind of dark, twisted setting, the chandelier had grotesque shapes and pictures carved into it, and plenty of knives hung form it where diamonds would hang from a fancier piece. "Trust me, those are real." Miku piped up. I looked to her, a demand or some kind of insult on the tip of my tongue, but she motioned me closer with one finger. Her hand waved over the rope.

I knew I couldn't trust her. I didn't know if she wouldn't just cut the rope as soon as I stepped out of range and left Rin alone. But what choice did I have? Would I rather die here, at the hands of Miku, with Rin? Or would I rather watch Rin die and live the rest of my life in pain and regret?

I stepped forward slowly, going at a snail's pace to Miku. Once I stood in front of her, she smiled. She rested her head on my chest and breathed deep. Then she reached up, wrapped one hand around my neck, and kissed me. I stood as still as a statue, refusing myself to make any response. She leaned away, and growled under her breath, "Kiss back or Rin dies." She kissed me again, and I kissed her back as little as possible. She dug her fingernails into my neck, obviously not satisfied. I hated kissing her back, like this, and almost gasped in relief when she pulled away with a smile on her face.

Her hand snapped down, cutting the rope in half. My body automatically turned around, and the world seemed to move much slower as I looked at Rin sitting alone. Her face looked up in horror at the chandelier hurtling down towards her. I ran, faster than I ever had before, diving for Rin and pushing her forward.

A large crash sounded in my ears before the world went dark.