America x Neko!Reader: The Cat's Out of the Bag p3

Alfred's P.O.V.

I had been sitting in the car for half an hour. "What is taking (name) so long?" I complained out loud.  I waited for another ten minutes and decided enough was enough. She was taking way to long and we needed to start heading home. I got out of my car and headed back into the school to search for (name).

I walked over to where we said good bye and headed in the direction I saw he walk off. She was heading to the back of the school. As I journeyed down the halls I couldn't help but worry about her. This was just so out of character, she usually would have called me telling me how long she was going to take and insist that I just head home.

Once I reach the doors that lead to the back of the school I pause for a second to see if I can hear anything going on out there. Dead silence. That's enough; I push the doors open and shouted "(Name)! How long are you going to keep me waiting?!?!" No answer.

I open my eyes and scan the surrounding area. The only thing I see is the delivery truck that delivers the food to the school. Some men are off loading stuff and taking it into the school so I decide to go ask if they saw anything.

I walk up to the truck and knock on the window signaling I wanted to talk. The man inside rolled down the window and with an irritated tone asked what I wanted. "Did you see a girl out here earlier? She has (h/l), (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. She came out here about a half hour ago. Did any of you see her?" I asked as calmly as I could. This was just too strange.

The man behind the wheel answered. "Yeah a saw a girl out here earlier, but she wasn't alone. Two other guys were with her and it looked like she passed out or something so they took her away. I figure to a hospital maybe." Fear spread across my face when he said she had passed out and two random guys had taken her away somewhere.

"What did they look like?" I shouted in a fit of panic. Anyone could have her right now and they could be anywhere. If I didn't know what they looked like or who they were this whole thing would have been pointless and I would have let (name) down. I would never be able to make it up to her if we ever met again.

"Whoa, whoa, relax, yeah I saw what the two guys look like." The man answered yet again. I waited in anticipation for him to continue. "The first on that showed up had long blond hair; I thought he was a girl at first till I was his face. Oh, and he had blue eyes."
My eyes widened at the description. Francis was one of the people who took her away. That just can't be good.

The man continued. "The other one was much bigger. He had what looked like gray maybe white hair and I think it was purple eyes."

Ivan! My whole body began to shake from both pure horror and anger. Why did it have to be those freaks who took my little (name)cat. I thanked the man and ran in the direction he pointed. He had said they were by the benches when (name) passed out and they carried her off.

I scanned the area for clues. There was no sign of a struggle or anything. I sat down on the bench. What felt like the weight of the world was crashing down on me. This just can't be happening.  I tucked my legs under it and kicked something, so naturally I leaned over and pulled the object out from under the bench. It was (name)'s book bag. I reached in and pulled out her phone. Great, she didn't even have her phone on her.

I swung the bag over my shoulder and headed back to the car. I threw the keys into the ignition and revved the engine. I looked down at her phone again, the screen was lit up from a new text message. The number was unknown but I read it anyway.

'I know this may seem odd to you but (name) is a very valuable item and I plan on selling her for as much as I can get off of the market. I know you love her and all of that mushy crap so I'm willing to make you a deal. Come down to the auction and watch her get sold to the highest bidder on Monday. At least you get to see her one last time before she is gone forever. I'll send you the address soon.'

I set the phone back on the seat and started the car. The only thing I could do now was waiting for him to send me the stupid address. I drove off, I had nowhere to go but home so that's  what I did. But before I drove off I swore to under my breath, "Don't worry (name), your hero is on his way."


Your P.O.V.

Noises. You could hear noises. It almost sounded like people talking. You slowly fluttered your eyes open only to be blinded by the lighting in the room. It was so bright, an instant sigh that you had been out for a while. Eventually your adjusted and you could see clear as day. But once you could see you wished you were once again unable too.

All around you were metal bars that were slightly rusted from age. This was a steel trap, a cage, something no one could escape from with ease , and you were trapped in it. Fear, pure fear, began to course through your veins. You called out for someone, any one to let you out. But when your cries were answered you only shrunk back into the cage to hide form the one who had come to let you out.

"Get over here kitty. It's time to come out." Francis cooed as if trying to comfort you. He reached his hand in to try to pet you. The second his hand was close enough you bit down on it hard. That was another thing that came with being part cat, the awesomely sharp teeth. Francis cried out with pain and slammed the cage shut again. He stormed off muttering something under his breath, you could tell that couldn't be good.

You slowly inched out of your corner and sat there waiting for something to happen, but nothing ever did. Eventually you began to relax and soon enough you had drifted off to sleep.

You had just drifted off when the cage door flew open again startling you. A large hand reached in and grabbed a chunk of your hair and pulled you out. You let out a scream from the pain this caused you and when you opened your eyes once again, you were face to face with Francis. You glared at him and let out a small growl. He raised his hand and brought it across your face once again, causing you to whimper.

"Ivan, take her to away and get her changed. I want her to look good in the pictures so I can get more money off of her." Francis's voice was firm but that was masked buy the lust gleaming in his eyes. Your own eyes widened with fear. This caused a devilish grin to play across Francis's lips and he turned and walked away.

The man whose name was Ivan lifted you over his shoulder and continued on in the opposite direction. You thrashed and kicked but nothing would stop this human tank from taking you to God knows where. As you passed through heavy metal doors the last thing you saw was a raven swoop past one of the windows. At that sight you closed your eyes and accepted defeat. The raven was an omen, and only one thought swirled around in your head.  Alfred was never going to rescue you.