Mark's pov
Master Jack and I we fine the next morning, I'm glad he didn't get mad at me.
Master went out to visit someone named 'Felix'. He said he would be back at 1:35 pm, it's 7:02.
I feel worry, where could he be? Did he abandon me? Did he get hurt?
I hear my talky box- I mean phone, go off.
I pick it up, checking what it has for me. It's a text from Jack,
'Mark! Sorry I'm so late, I got very caught up and wont be back for another 46 minutes, traffic is an ass. Please be careful until I come home'
Phew, at least I know Master Jack is okay! I type back, I've been working on my spelling. I hope I can impress Master Jack with my skills!
'Okay Master, I'll wait patiently on the couch watching TV until you come home!'
Instantly, I get a replie.
'Good boy Mark! And great work on your spelling! Your a real pro'
I smile wide at the message, I'm a good boy for Master! I turn the phone off and get comfortable on the couch as I continue to watch the picture bo- I mean TV.
I laugh as a yellow character with holes everywhere on him drives his squid neighbor insane. There were never stuff like this at my old masters home. I quiver at the memory, I'm glad he's gone.
Then, I hear the shatter of glass, something I recognize to well.
My old master would brake glass and hurt me with the shards. Thats how I got the cuts.
I want to check it out, but I told Jack I would wait for him on the couch. But, it could be an intruder! I must protect Jack!!
I got off the comfy sofa, becoming tence and werry as I head in the direction of the sound.
I trut down the dark hall, though, I could see fine with my cat eyes. I turn a corner, finding that the sound was one of Master Jacks windows.
It was broken on the floor, the glass pieces spread across the floor. Did someone throw rock or something? Did someone...actually break in?
Master Jack warned me about crazy fans that would do anything for him, could it be one of those?
I take a good sniff of the area, seeing if anything smelt different. My eye's widen, fear striking my veins.
The familiar smell clicked in my brain, almost making me faint. It..it can't be... it can't be!! There's just no way!!!
Suddenly, a hand over my mouth, a single rag between me and the hand.
I already know what's on the cloth, I try my best not to breath in the chemical. I out tract my claws, desperately swinging them around, trying to land a blow on them.
Alas, I did, but with a price. A low imatating growl was heard behind me and a strong large hand wrapped itself around my throat. I gasp through my nose, the vile smell of the chloroform burning my lungs.
And like that, I'm out like a light..
Jack's pov
I quickly pull out my keys, fumbling with them and cursing as I open the door.
"Mark! I'm back!" I shout, locking the door. I got no response, odd, Mark usually answers me when I speak or call him.
Maybe he's taking a cat nap? "Mark? We can make dinner with extra tuna since I was so late." I yell through the seeming empty house. Where is he?
I remember the text and go into the livingroom, yet, nothing.
He wasn't on the couch like he said he would be. The TV is still on, playing an episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog.
I don't know if this situation is ironic or worrying...it's both. "Mark?" I call, walking through the house. I head down one of the halls, a sudden breeze hitting me.
Why is it so cold?
I turn a corner, hearing a cringey screech below my feet. I look down, lifting up my foot, seeing hundreds of glass shards on the floor.
I look up, my window is shattered. Is Mark hiding because he broke it? "Mark? Did you shatter the window? It's okay, I'm not mad, are you hurt?" I holler, looking out the broken window.
I'll haft to put a sheet over this until I can replace it.
I see, off in the mud, tire tracks, as if someone was here. Thats interesting..
Then, it hit me. A horrible smell, like strong bleach. I hold my nose, gagging.
I look down, eyeing a single rag on the floor.
I pick it up, not taking long to notice that the scent was coming from it and the scent was chloroform. Can't this stuff knock someone out? Suddenly, realization hit me.
The shattered window, the cloth, the tire tracks, no sigh of Mark.
Oh god... Mark's been kidnapped!
I drop the rag, rushing to grab my phone. There was no use calling the police, they'd probably take Mark to area 51 if they found him.
I gotta call someone who won't tell anyone.. then, a name popped into my head, and my fingers were light fast into calling then
"How's it goin bro?"
"Felix..."
