Tigger: Hold people! I bet you guys are wondering why the heck I put another story up when I already have two. Well for starters I really like this new manga Black Cat. Imagine my disappointment when I realized there weren't that many Black Cat fics and not many were completed either. So I decided to write my own. Don't worry my top priority is No One Would Believe Me but this fic is mostly for fun. I don't know how often it will be updated, but I'll try my best.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Cat or any of its characters. Nor do I own FullMetal Alchemist or Tokyo Mew Mew, but you knew that.

Alexa yawned as she finished typing up her report. Her left hand raised to cover her mouth, a jester of courtesy she had been taught, and she paused a moment in her typing.She was typing up a paper for her teacher on the styles of buildings in Europe during the late 17th century. To most people this would seem pretty boring, but to Alexa this was fascinating. Right now Alexa was taking classes at her college to become an architect.

Ever since she was little Alexa had been fascinated with buildings and designs. When she old enough, Alexa would ride around town looking at all the houses. To her the buildings seemed like wonderful pieces of art. The placement of rooms, the shape of the house, and the overall style was just like a piece of artwork to her. Her favorite styles were Victorian and medieval European. When Alexa saw a house in one of those styles, she couldn't help but start to sketch it out. Sometimes this got on other's nerves. Her family never liked it when she made them pull the car over so she could study a house, and her teachers never appreciated her drawing buildings she saw through the classroom windows when they were giving her a lecture.

But that all changed when Alexa went to college. She found others who appreciated her joy in this form of art and others whom she could relate to. Sure she had been sad about leaving her family, which included her mom, dad, and little brother; but she had been happy too. Alexa loved attending a small school and living on her own. It was tough sometimes, especially when her budget was tight, but she made it through.

Alexa glanced at her clock. It read a quarter to seven which meant she had forty-five minutes until her shift started. She glanced at her paper. The paper was nearly done and if she stopped now she would loose her train of thought. However if she didn't finish the paper soon, she would have to run all the way to work. Alexa debated over the pros and cons of the situation. Deciding it would be better if she finished the paper sooner then later, Alexa began typing.

Her fingers sped across the keyboard, something that came with practice over the years. Writing also came easy to Alexa. She could write wonderful essays in a short amount of time as long as she wasn't interrupted or put too much thought into her actual writing. The same went with typing. If Alexa thought about how she typed or the locations of the key or whether she should be looking at the screen or the keyboard, she would mess up. It was weird but Alexa felt it was better to let her body do its own thing and not mess with the balance. She focused entirely on her paper and the thoughts she wanted to converse. Her brain was filled with facts and figures, as Alexa tried to weave ideas into words that could be understood by someone else.

"The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say." (Anais Nin)

The quote definitely related to, not only Alexa's paper, but Alexa too. Alexa wasn't a person that could be described by looking at her, but could only be described by knowing her. She was a controversial person and a person's whose actions went against one another. She would raise money for the EPA but then go home and watch DVDs on her little DVD player. Alexa would jog miles to say in shape but then eat a brownie. She would turn up the air conditioner, and then put on a blanket because she was too cold. Yes in many ways she was a hypocrite, but to assume that would be the same as judging a book by its cover.

Alexa was just a complicated person. She was very defensive around those she didn't know and always proceeded with caution. But once you earned her trust, Alexa would be very open to you. Alexa was also known for being very mature and putting work before pleasure. Yet when she wasn't focused on schoolwork, Alexa tended to act childish. The one thing that wasn't complicated was that Alexa would follow an act once she had decided what she wanted to do. It was the reason she was determined to be an architect even when she was little.

Her mind was preoccupied at the moment as she thought of how to string the overall ideas of her paper together in the conclusion. Words formed in her head and she mentally tested out how each one sounded in a sentence. Alexa's fingers flew over the keys before she paused. Her hand went up to support her head. Lying face down on her bed probably wasn't good for her back. Then her face brightened and her fingers went back to their normal position.

"structures have similarities and differences between them due to available materials and needs," she mumbled as she typed.

A few more clicks and Alexa smiled.

"There I'm done," she smiled as she pressed Ctrl S and saved her work, "And look it only took me ten minutes. That leaves me plenty of time to get to work."

Humming a little tune that appeared in her head, Alexa shut down her laptop. Once she closed it she reached over to the bed post and pulled her case off of it. She put her laptop in her case and wrapped up the charger. The charger was placed in its pocket on the side of the case and Alexa made sure the case was zipped. Then she pulled out a lock. It was a normal bike lock with some numbers one turned to make a password. She hooked the lock in the handle of her case and then between the bars on the side of her bed that faced the wall. Alexa pulled out another lock, this time a combination lock that was often found on school lockers, and locked the zippers of the bag together. Now the bad couldn't be moved from the wall and it couldn't be opened. Satisfied with her work, Alexa hid the bag under her pillow. It wasn't that Alexa didn't trust her three roommates, they were great people, she just didn't trust everyone on campus. The campus was rather large and Alexa had probably only seen an eighth of the student body in her time being here. Her laptop was too precious and the doors to the dorms weren't exactly hard to crack open.

Leaping down from her top bunk Alexa glanced around the room. There was another bunk bed on the opposite wall. The top bunk was blue with butterflies, Christine's, and the bottom was green with black diamonds, Sara's. Alexa shared a bunk with May who had a lavender cover and her own bunk was black with a giant green Gir on it with a pink cupcake. Of course Gir was in his puppy costume which made him even more adorable. Alexa had never really been a fan of the show, Invader Zim, but she loved Gir. His attitude was funny and the little robot made things interesting. Not to mention Gir was cute and fun to watch. Her friend had brought Alexa that present as a High School graduation gift and she loved it very much.

A rumbling sound came from Alexa's pocket. Alexa reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone.

"Alexa here," she answered.

"LEXI!" a voice screeched from the other end.

Alexa almost dropped the phone in surprise but she managed to get a grip on herself and scowled at the phone.

"I told you not to call me that," Alexa growled.

"But it's so much fun to create nicknames for people," her friend, Cam, whined.

"That name is as long as my real name," Alexa pointed out.

"So picky," Alexa could hear her pouting, "Anyway I called to remind you about my sleepover tonight."

Alexa felt her stomach drop. She had forgotten about that.

"You forgot didn't you Lex?"

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!"

"I said Lex not Lexi there's a difference!"

"Don't call me either!"

"Fine, but only if you promise to come over after work," Cam offered with a slightly smug tone.

"I'll be there after my shift ends," the newly dubbed Lex promised.

"Kay! Kay! See ya later, Lex!" Cam chirped and hung up.

"Gah!" Alexa cried in frustration, her name was not Lex damn it!

Knowing that Cam was going to be the cause of many wrinkles in Alexa's later years, Alexa began to get ready. She can't believe she had forgotten about the sleepover. It's all Cam had been talking about all week. Cam lived off campus in an apartment her parents had brought her with some of their extra cash. Yeah Cam was rich but Cam was still Cam. She was still the same person who made up crazy nicknames, sent her dozens of pictures, and managed to catch her off guard no matter how prepared Alexa was. Cam was her crazy rich friend and that was that. Throwing her clothes for tomorrow, her pajamas, her toiletries, a book, her i-pod, her chargers, and her digital camera into her bag; Alexa prepared to leave. Her wallet and cell phone were in her pocket and she jotted down a not for her roommates. Giving her stuff a once over, Alexa decided she was ready and dashed out the door.

It was now five after seven. Alexa had twenty-five minutes to get to work and a twenty minute walk. She wanted to hurry though because she wanted time to prepare. Through some weird twist in fate Alexa had been hired at a local batting area. Baseball was Alexa's favorite sport and she loved her job. For the first hour Alexa taught classes to young children. It was mostly basic stuff like the correct way to hold a bat and when to swing a ball but it was fun. The next hour she took the kids to a batting cage and helped them with their swings. Her third hour was spent helping other customers get batting cages and the last half an hour she spent cleaning up. In total her shift was three and a half hours on weekdays. On weekends she worked more hours and Monday through Thursday her shifts were earlier. Today was Friday though and most people stayed out late so that was why Amy had a later working town.

Alexa's legs carried her through the small town. It was towards the end of spring so the sun was out later, and as a result, so were the people. Couples window shopped while families ate at outdoor restaurants, and groups of teens hung outside shops. All in all a regular day in the tiny town. It was kind of ironic how small the nearest town was in relation to the size of the college campus.

Alexa jogged through the crowds on the sidewalks and her breathing steady. She was used to this kind of exercise so her body wouldn't hyperventilate on her or anything. Something grabbed Alexa's backpack and she was jerked backwards. The sudden transfer of momentum from forwards to backwards sent Alexa off balance and she landed on her butt on the sidewalk.

"What's the big idea?" Alexa demanded annoyed that she now had a sore behind.

Who just suddenly pulls someone backwards while they are running? Didn't they ever take physics? An object in motion stays in motion! Alexa swore if this was some kind of joke someone was going to have to answer to her baseball bat. Angrily Alexa whipped her head so she could see the culprit. Behind Alexa were two people she had never seen before. The one who had grabbed her was a woman while the person behind her was a man. The woman had sea-green hair that was pulled up in a strange messy bun in the back with long bangs covering one of her bright blue-purple eyes. She was wearing a long high collared jacket and a pair of boots. The man had dark brown almost black hair and was wearing a pair of glasses. He was dressed in casual clothing and was wearing a doctor's coat.

Alexa froze. These people looked like ordinary people but they didn't feel that way. Alexa got chills just by looking at them and the pair seemed to have an odd aurora around them. Dangerous. They were dangerous. Her animal instincts were screaming this at her. Alexa's chest tightened and butterflies erupted in her stomach. Her palms became slightly sweaty and her senses went on high alert. Something bad was going to happen. Something very bad was going to happen.

"Is she good enough?" the woman asked.

The man looked at Alexa with calculating eyes. His glasses glinted and he smirked.

"Perfect," he replied smoothly.

Alexa had no idea what these people wanted but she could tell it wasn't good. Her breathing sped up. She wanted to scream and cry for help, but her throat had closed up. There were people all around her and not one single person could save her.

"Let's go then. Creed is waiting," the woman announced.

That was all it took. Alexa began to scream.

"HELP ME! SOMEONE HELP ME!" she begged screaming so loud it hurt her throat, "THEY'RE TRYING TO KIDNAP ME! HELP!"

Her screams broke the peaceful atmosphere. Others turned to look at her and the strange couple behind her. The man and woman acted immediately. The woman pulled Alexa off the ground and wrapped an arm around her neck so fast Alexa barely registered what happened. Her heart began to beat faster as she felt the pressure around her airway. People in the crowd began to scream and run away from the scene. Some whipped out cell phones while others seemed frozen in place. It was all happening so fast but every detail was crystal clear in Alexa's mind. Tears pricked at her eyes. She didn't know why but she was really scared and she knew that if these people succeeded in taking her away something bad would happen.

"Help," she cried the tears falling down her face, "Please help."

Sirens could be heard in the distance but they sounded too far away.

"I believe it's time to go," the doctor said in a calm tone.

How could he be so calm? Shouldn't he be a little jumpy that the police were coming or angry that he had been exposed? But instead he was the essence of calm with a hint of amusement and that terrified Alexa more then anything.

"Let her go," a voice ordered.

It was a security guard form one of the local stores. He was pudgy and bald and he was holding a weirdly shaped gun. The man seemed to be sweating from every pore beneath his fake police hat and his body was rigid.

"You plan to do us in with that fake gun?" the doctor asked in a smug tone.

The security officer froze.

"I can't let you take that young Miss away," he stammered.

His hands were shaking so bad Alexa wondered if he would be able to pull the trigger at all.

"Oh really?" the doctor smirked and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

The security officer nodded insecurely.

"I'd like to see to see you try."

A hand rose out of the sidewalk in front of the nervous man. In the hand's grip was a gun. The arm rose farther and farther out of the sidewalk. Alexa gasped as she recognized it as the person who had grabbed her. She then realized that she was no longer being held hostage.

"Run!" she told herself, "RUN!"

Alexa tried but she was frozen to the spot. Her legs were trembling badly and her muscles wouldn't respond. The butterflies in her stomach had become an angry storm of bees and she was beginning to hyperventilate. What was going on? People kidnapping her? A hand rising out of the sidewalk? Fearing for her life? This couldn't be real. It couldn't. Things like this didn't happen to Alexa. She was a normal girl. Kidnapping, villains, guns, that only happened to others. Not her. Not Alexa Maxwell.

The hand had been followed by an arm and then a head. The blue haired woman smirked as the security officer saw her. She pulled the trigger back and a loud bang echoed through the air making Alexa flinch. Before Alexa could think about what just happened the security officer was lying on the ground with hole in his rib cage. Blood flowed out behind him and the man began to scream in pain.

Alexa's body had gone numb. She did not just see that. There was no way she had seen that. She hadn't seen someone get shot. She couldn't have. Why would she see it? Why would someone get shot for her? Why would someone kidnap her? It didn't make any sense. No sense at all. This couldn't be real. It had to be a nightmare. It had to. It had to. Her body shook violently and Alexa fell to her knees. The cement sidewalk scraped her knees and a sharp pain went through her legs. She felt pain. You can't feel pain in dreams. Physical pain only exists in the real world. This couldn't be. This couldn't be. It couldn't be real.

A scream tore itself from Alexa's throat. She screamed and screamed. It had to go away! It had to stop. This couldn't be real! It couldn't! It couldn't! Tears poured down her face and she trembled involuntarily. No! No! No! NO!

Her screams were brought to a stop as a cloth was placed over her nose and mouth. Alexa struggled and trashed about without fully grasping what was happening. She had to get away! Something was wrong! This was wrong! Help! She needed help! Alexa swung her arms wildly and tried to scratch what was holding the cloth. Animal instincts seemed to be the only thing working as Alexa's brain was still in shock. Suddenly Alexa felt tired. Her muscles felt heavy and her eyelids drooped. Alexa's tried to fight it off. She had to leave! She shouldn't be here. Her body wouldn't respond though and soon it became too much. All strength left her and Alexa's body fell forwards towards the sidewalk.

Tigger: A very suspenseful first chapter, right? This is my first time trying to describe a kidnapping. I hope I get it right. Anyway review! Or don't. I'll continue to write anyway. I SHALL BRING A WHOLE NEW ERA OF WONDERFUL BLACK CAT FANFICTIONS! Ahem. Sorry about that. See ya next time.