-- Faders -- Part I -- DNA -- [PRP FOR BRANCH & VIXEN]

Mitch rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Mr. I'm in love." He muttered, pulling Sam along.

"Shut it, Plant-Boy." Sam growled, following.

Mitch grinned. "That was a dumb comeback."

"You're dumb in general," Sam snapped.

Holly rolled her eyes. "If you were a kidnapper, where would you go?"

Mitch shrugged. "Dunno. I'm not one!"

"Somewhere abandoned," Holly answered herself, and looked up any abandoned buildings in the area.

Mitch shrugged. "I guess."

Holly looked through them, "Abandoned movie theater. There's been complaints of loud noises>"

Mitch nodded. "I'm gonna guess half that noise is Summer." He said, smiling.

Holly nodded, scribbling down the address.
"Let's go." Sam said.

Mitch rolled his eeys. "Whatever you say, Love bird.' He taunted.

Sam snarled, trying to hit him.

Mitch tied Sams hands with vines. "Ha." He said, smiling at Sam.

Sam glared.

Mitch smirked at him. "Summer will beat your gut when she finds out."

Sam growled, "Dun care."

Mitch smirked. "Oh well."

Holly hurried to the building, frowning.

Mark looked at Summer, grinning back at Chris.

Summer was currently trying to burn the ropes holding her down.
Mitch followed.

"It won't help," Mark informed her, grinning.

Summer pouted. "AW."

Mark snickered.

"So, what? Why teh crap am I here? With an old man?" She whined.
Mitch opened the door to teh theater.

"Because.." Mark trailed off, trying to remember. 'FUdge."

Summer nodded. "Yup. You have a memory like an old man." She confirmed.