Neko

Kidnapped

Phil's POV

I quickly woke up to the sound of muffled screaming. I shot up, and in the corner of my room were three bodies handling a fourth, but I couldn't see who they were, due to the dark. Soon, one of them sprung up, and jumped on my stomach, and then held me down against my bed.

I was confused, shocked, and terrified to say the least.

They put a dirty rag over my mouth, and told me to be quiet. I couldn't see whoever it was, but they were just barely stronger than me. I coughed and choked on the rag before I began getting extremely tired and drowsy.

My eyes adjusted to the light, as I also became weak, and tired. I looked back to the wall and saw Rick and Leah, shoving Dan into a bag of some sort. Dan was screaming and flailing, trying to escape with all the little strength the poor baby kitten had.

I wanted to help, but suddenly my body went limp besides my eyes and I couldn't do anything about it. Then, I noticed it was Chris who held the rag over my face, but he got off, and all three of them left.

They left and I was limp, frozen in place, and watched as my little kitten was being taken away from me. I couldn't save him.

The last words I heard before he was gone were, "Phil! Save me!" But I couldn't. I failed him, and I just laid there, motionless, before I passed out.

Dan's POV

I snuggled into Phil, after waking up for a reason I didn't know, and suddenly, from behind me, I was grabbed. What ever it was, it threw me across the room, and I certainly became more awake.

I flailed around, and screamed, fighting whatever was in front of me, who was trying to put me in something. "Ahh! Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, scratching and biting at them. My cat eyes quickly adjusted to the light, and I could tell that Rick and Leah were fighting me. I knew I would lose, but I had to get away. I had to at least try.

I saw Phil in our bed looking at me, as Chris straddled him forcefully, holding a dirty cloth over his mouth. Phil didn't even flinched as he watched, but his breath was quick and his eyes darted all over the scene in front of him.

Rick grabbed me by the back of my neck and threw me into a black bag. I could feel them drag me away when I shouted, "Phil! Save me!"

But he didn't.

I didn't understand. He was right there, but he didn't help me. He didn't even bother to get up. Did he plan this? Oh my God. He must have planed the whole thing. I jumped to the closest and best conclusion I could've. I knew it. I should never have trusted him. That's just what I get, I guess. I always try to do the right thing, but then always get punished for it.

I was dragged somewhere I didn't know, seeing as the person had a strong grip on the top of the bag, so I just laid there. I couldn't move, say anything (from the choker they put on my mouth), or do anything, really, but wait until they stopped walking.

I cried in fear and horror as rocks and the occasional glass shard ripped trough the bag, poking at me and I started to slightly bleed from my legs and feet.

I had no idea where I was, and I was scared.

Was I just kidnaped by Rick, Leah, and Chris, The Tragic Threesome?