By Megan Marie Irvin
 

A shaggy looking man sat in a small dimly lit apartment plotting out his new *****. The man by the name of Victor Loubar know the only way he could pull off his next ***** was by the elimination of his enemies, the Fx extridinar Rollie Tyler. Rollie Tyler was always there to destroy Loubar's misdoing's and if this next ***** of Loubar's was going to be flawless (which it needed to be to be succesful) Tyler had to be taken care of. Loubar was taking no chances. Victor Loubar knew he could just shoot Rollie as easily as so many other's, but for Rollie Tyler, Loubar had something special planned. He was going to make Rollie suffer. Really suffer. And he knew the best way to do that was to kidnap Rollie's assistant, Angie ****. Loubar had been secretly watching Rollie and Angie over the past few weeks and from what he saw he learned that Rollie valued Angie's life more than his own.
 

Loubar walked over to his dusty, unorganized work desk, turned on his mask making machine, that Angie once called a "GARP", and then followed the necessary steps to make a life like mask. A mask of Rollie Tyler....
 

"Hey, Ang, I'm getting hungry, what do you say to ordering in a pizza?" Rollie asked, as he stopped working on a new gadget of his.
 

"Yeah, sure," Angie said half listening, half not.
 

Rollie could tell she wasn't listening to him. She had been out of it all day and he could tell. He knew something was bothering her, she didn't say anything he could just tell, and it was driving him crazy not knowing what it was. So he finally asked "Angie, you OK? You've been acting strange all day."
 

"I'm fine! Just leave me alone!" she said louder than she meant to, then to escape any response's Rollie might've had she headed up the stairs leading to the cleaning room.

'Rollie is right, you know' Angie thought to herself. She'd been nevous all day. And it was just from a silly call that she received the night before, when she picked it up no one answered on the other end and all she heard was the faint sound of breathing. She had no idea why it was bothering her so much. She had been trying to push it out of her mind all day, with no success. 'I can't tell Rollie. He'll either think I'm nuts or over react, like I'm doing, but if I don't he'll worry or think I'm mad at him.' So she decided to go back down and tell him.
 

Rollie was stunned at Angie's response to him asking if she was OK. He definitely knew something was wrong now, he just wished Angie would tell him what it was. "I hope that what ever is bugging her I'm not the cause. I guess for now I better just leave it alone. If she is going to tell me what's wrong she'll just have to do it on her own time. Well, at least for the time being'.

He knew that phone call to Angie's apartment was a mistake, but there was nothing Loubar could do about it now, he thought as he finished the last minute details to his plan that would destroy Rollie.

Rollie had just got back to work when he heard foot steps coming down the stairs.
 

"Rollie, can we talk?" Angie asked walking over to where Rollie was sitting.
 

"Sure," Rollie replied leaving his new project, and moved over to the couch with Angie following him. "Anything in particular you wanted to talk about?"
 

"yeah, I want to apoglize for yelling at you before. You are right you know. Something has been bothering me today. I don't even know why. It's rediculous."
 

"Well, it might help to talk about it, but if you don't want to it's OK," Rollie told her.
 

"No, you're right, I should talk about it. Last night while I was in bed the phone rang. I woke up in time to answer it and when I did no one on the other end answered. I know someone was there because I heard breathing on that end. For some reason that I can't figure out, it's been driving me crazy. It's like a dream that keeps haunting you after you wake up." Angie blurted out, not even stopping to breath till she finished saying what d he set out say, becasue she was afraid if she stopped talking even for a millisecond she woudn't be able to continue.
 

"If that's all it was why didn't you tell me this earlier? And why did you finally decide to tell me now?" Rollie asked, relieved Angie finally did tell him.
 

"I didn't tell you earlier because I thought you'd think I was crazy or you'd over react, like I'm doing. And I guess finally decided to tell you now because I knew you'd worry or think I was mad at you," Angie admitted.
 

Well, I did worry, and yes I did think you were mad at me, and I'm glad your not mad at me. But why would you think, I would think that, you were crazy? Everyone gets paranoid about something once and a while. And you are right, I probably am going to over react," Rollie told her, then seeing her look plead fullness for him not to over react, he added, "But I won't as long as nothing more of this comes about, OK?"
 

"Ok, and there really is nothing more to this, I'm sure. Really. Just being paranoid. Like you said everyone gets paranoid about something." Angie assured him.
 

"All right. You feeling better now?" Rollie asked.
 

"Yes, I'm feeling better. It helped telling you. Thanks for listening." Angie said.
 

"Hey, what are friends for?" Rollie said, giving Angie a hug.
 

"Didn't you say something about getting a pizza?" She asked forgetting all about her previous troubles.
 

"Yes, I did didn't I? I forgot all about it. I'll order one in, if you still want pizza. We could get something else if you'd like," Rollie told his assistant getting up from the couch heading for the phone.
 

"Pizza's fine with me. Look, I need to get some work done up stairs, tell me when the pizza gets here," Angie said heading up the stairs. "And Rol, thanks again for listening to me."
 

"No, problem," Rollie said, smiling up at his assistant .

Rollie was glad when the pizza finally arrived because he hadn't had anything to eat for six hours and he was starving. "Ang, the pizza's here," he called up at Angie. "what do you say to just calling it a day and eat pizza and watch movies the rest of the evening, OK?"
 

"Sounds good to me. I'll be right down. I'm trying to reach--" BANG.
 

Rollie ran up the stairs, following Angie's scream that was mixed with the noise of a loud crash that came from the cleaning room, all feelings of stravation vanished, while feelings of fear and concern replaced them.
 

"Angie?" Rollie called out to his assistant who was trying to prop herself up against a wall, while holding her left wrist, with no success.
 

"What the bloody hell happened here?" Rollie asked helping Angie sit up.
 

"I was trying to reach something high up, and fell off the chair." Angie said wincing in pain as Rollie looked over her wrist, "Stop that, it's fine."
 

"Fine, huh? If your wrist is just fine, then why is it, when I touch it, you look like a barrel of bowling balls fell on you?" Rollie asked turning his attention to a fairly deep cut on Angie's forehead that was bleeding sightly..
 

I do no--ooowww-t," She said as Rollie gently took her wrist in his hands.
 

"Come on, lets go down stairs, so we can get some ice on your wrist and bandage it up. And to take care of that cut on your forehead," Rollie told Angie, helping her off the floor.
 

"Here put this on your wrist," Rollie told Angie, handing her a pack of ice, once they got downstairs. "And leave it there for a while."
 

"Thanks," Angie said while Rollie started to clean the cut on her forehead.
 

"What did you say you were trying to reach, before you fell?" He asked.
 

"I didn't say. And I don't remember what it was either," She told him, then added, after seeing the look Rollie gave her, "I know what your thinking.I didn't hit my head that hard. It was just something that can be easily forgotten, Ok?
 

"All right. All right," Rollie laughed out, putting a Band-Aid on his assistant's cut.
 

"Rol, you got any aspirin? My head and wrist are killing me," Angie asked.
 

"I don't think I have any. Let me check any ways," Rollie told her, while disappearing into the bathroom. "Nope don't have any. But I 'll be right back. It'll just take me a couple minutes to run out and get some."
 

"Rollie, you don't have to do that," Angie told him, hoping he'd listen to her, but knowing he wouldn't.
 

"It's ok. I'll be right back. You stay here and keep that ice pack on your wrist. Bye," Rollie ordered her, walking out the front door.
 

"Bye," Angie called out after him.
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Chapter Two
 

What Rollie said would only a take a couple minutes to run to the store, turned out to be 45 minutes long.
 

'Now this is why people shouldn't go to the store when they haven't had anything to eat for seven hours' Rollie said to himself as he lugged five bags into the warehouse. "Ang, I'm back," Rollie called out, walking straight to the kitchen.
 

"What took so long?" Angie asked as she came down the stairs from the the cleaning room.
 

"Got a few other things," Rollie told her holding up a bag of chips and a six pack of soda for her to see. "What were you doing up there?"
 

"Cleaning up the mess that was made when I fell," Angie said seaching for the aspirin.
 

"Angie, I would've taken care of that," Rollie said handing Angie the bottle of aspirin, that he retrieved from his coat pocket.
 

"Thanks," Angie said opening the aspirin cap. "I know you would've, but I had nothing else to do so I decided to go and clean it up while you were gone."
 

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The rest of the evening at the shop passed by uneventful. Rollie and Angie finally got to watching a movie and eating the pizza which was, by then, stone cold. Halfway though the movie they were watching Rollie noticed Angie was starting to fall asleep so he took her home.
 

When Rollie got home, which was around ten, he was starting to feel pretty exhausted himself, so he decided to go straight to bed.
 

"Good night, Blue," Rollie told his mechanical dog as he sleepily climbed the stairs to his room.
 

'Everything is in place. No no will expect a thing, till I want them to expect anything.' He thought to himself while looking down at the duplicate face of Rollie Tyler that was laying on the work desk looking up at him.
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Chapter Three
 

By eight in the morning, Rollie was up and was starting to pace on the floor of the lounge, waiting for Angie who was usually at the shop before Rollie began to wake up. He was in between being worried and mad at this assistant. He was mad, because ...well, he didn't know why he was mad, he just was. And he always seemed to get worried when she wasn't where she was surpossed to be on time.
 

The noise of the phone ringing bought Rollie out of deep thinking.
 

'This better be Angie' Rollie thought to himself, then added, this time out loud to Blue "Bluey speaker phone, Tyler Fx."
 

A deep, close to having a english accent, voice , that Rollie immediately recognized as, Robert Chanding, the director of the last film he nad Angie did the special effects for, that wrapped up about a week before, "Tyler, It's Chanding. Can you be at the set in half an hour?"
 

"......Sure, but what....."
 

"Good, I'll meet you there. I got to go. Don't be late," CLICK
 

The "director" hung up before Rollie could say any more.
 

Well, that was centainly strange. I guess I better get going if I'm going to make it there in 30 minutes." Rollie told Bluey, then added grabbing his jacket, "Blue. Rolodex. Ramirez, Angie,"
 

'I better call her so she knows where I am.....and so I know she's OK." He thought to himself as he waited impatiently for Angie to pick up her phone.
 

Instead of getting the real Angie, Rollie ended up getting her answering machine.
 

He hung up, without leaving a message, deciding to leave her a note at the shop instead, knowing, hoping, that Angie was on her way to the shop.
 

After saying a quick goodbye to his monsterish creatures, and sticking a note to his assitant on the outside of the shop's door, Rollie jumped into his ******* and was off to the set.
 

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Everything was starting out perfectly. He easily tricked Rollie Tyler out of the shop. Now if he could just as easily trick Angie Ramirez into believing that he was Rollie Tyler, her best friend, her boss, and the closest thing to family she had felt, as it was for him to trick Tyler into thinking he was "Robert Chanding".
 

Once he knew Mr. Tyler was far enough out of site, Victor Loubar, got out of his hidden car, and walked up to the shop.
 

'Ms. Ramirez won't be needing to see this,' Loubar thought to himself as he pulled down, then thowed away the note that Rollie tacked up there for Angie.
 

For Loubar it wasn't that particularly hard, to get into the locked shop, without setting off any alarm's, but he did have to admit that it was a bit harder than he thought it was gonig to be.
 

As he entered the shop, Loubar took a look at his watch seeing how long he had till Angie would be there.
 

'Nine o'clock. She should be here in a few minutes.
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Chapter Four
 

Angie had decided to walk to the shop that morning instead of riding her bike or roller blading.
 

She spent most of the walk trying to figure out Rollie's strange message that was left on her answering machine that morning. He sayed not to come into the shop until after nine.
 

Entering the shop Angie found "Rollie" standing a few feet from the door looking around the shop like it was the first time he saw it.
 

"Hey Rollie," Angie said dropping her bag on a table and headed for the kitchen to make some tea.
 

"Hi Angie,"
 

"Rollie" said following her into the kitchen.
 

"Rollie, why didn't you want me to come into the shop untill after nine?" She asked, her back turned to him.
 

"I wanted to sleep in," Loubar replied. He had planned on her asking that question and he spent plenty of time deciding on his answer settling on that one, guessing it'd be a passable answer.
 

"What's wrong with Bluey?" Angie asked as Bluey kept barking.
 

"Don't know. He's been doing that all morning," Loubar, wearing Rollie's face, answered.
 

"What happend to your wrist?" Loubar asked, taking the mug Angie handed him, seeing the bandage around her wrist for the first time. He kept a straight face still after realizing he must of made a mistake in asknig that, when Angie started to give him a strange look.
 

"Rollie, what do you mean 'what happened to my wrist?'? I fell last night trying to reach something. You were here," Angie told him, wondering what had gotten into him.
 

"Oh, Yeah. I forgot," He replied.
 

Angie stared at him strangely. It wasn't like Rollie to forget things. Something wasn't right here. Ever since she entered the shop, jsut a few minutes ago, 'Rollie' seemed to be acting a ibt strange. They weren't big things. Most people probably would'nt have noticed this stuff but Angie knew Rollie long enough to know. Rollie's face seemed jsut a bit different. Bluey's behavior to his master. The way he looked when she came in. His forgetfulness to her fall the night before. The call she got that morning telling her not to come in till after nine. Something was terribly wrong.
 

Loubar knew that his plan to take Angie by tricking her into thinknig he was Rollie was falling apart. He silently cursed himself, for deciding not to install any 'bugs' in the old brewery. At least he had a back up plan for something like this. Loubar bent down pulling a needle out of is right boot, hiding it behind his back so Angie wouldn't see. Moving behind her Loubar placed a hand on her right left shoulder, while taking the cap off of the needle with his teeth.
 

Angie had little time to struggle before the world went blank. The last thing she saw was Rollies face.
 

"I hoped I wouldn't of had to use that, but I wasn't about to take any chances," Loubar told the unconscious figure.

Rollie had been at the set for at least ten minutes, waiting for Robert Chanding to show up. Getting tried of waiting Rollie decided to call Chanding's office to see what was taking so long.
 

"Hello, Mr. Chanding's office. How can I help you?" A female voice thick with a Brookeln accent answered the phone.
 

"This is Rollie Tyler. I got a call from Mr. Chanding this morning this morning aksing me to meet him at the set of "Heart Gem Quest" and he hasn't showed up yet," Rollie told the lady on the other end of the phone.
 

"I'm Sorry, My. Tyler there must be some kind of mistake. Mr. Chanding left for England last night. He doesn't plan to be back till next month," She replied.
 

Without saying anymore Rollie hung up, having a bad feeling about this.
 

A few minutes later Rollie's car phone rung.
 

"Tyler Fx," Rollie said into the speaker phone.
 

"It's 20 after nine, and do you know where that pretty assistant of yours is?" a man questioned then hung up.
 

Rollie looked at the phone quizzically, stepping on the gas more.
 

The rest of the way home, Rollie kept dialing Angie's apartment and his place getting no answer.
 

Coming to a screeching halt in front of his home, Rollie jumped out of his car.
 

Tacked on the door by a nail, instead of the note he left of Angie, was another note and a mask of himself.