Sooooo, here I am again. Writing a fanfiction about Bolt. You know, after a classmate asked who I am shipping at the moment, and I really didn't wanna confess anything at all to be honest, I cracked up and told her. And she looked it up. And instandly found my story. And read it. AND BEGGED ME TO DO ANOTHER ONE. So here it is. Shoutouts to you, Alix, and no, I am not going to leave your username here. Deal with it. Let the story begin.

Bolts P.O.V

My head hurt. That's the first thing I noticed when I regained conciousness. It really hurt. I wanted to get back on my legs, look around, but I just couldn't find the strenght to do so. Suddenly I could hear two voices talking to each other.

„Ok, so what are you going to do with your part of the money?", one asked, to which the other responded with: „No idea. Maybe buy a new dog collar or a giant squeaky ball." „Sounds good! I might get myself some steak! I love steak!" „Bullet, you can't just only buy meat."

The voices got louder. 'What are they talking about? And why am I here?' So many questions flew through my head, that still hurt a lot. When they came closer, I got a better look at them. A giant pitbull and a small bulldog.

„Oh look who's awake now!" The brown bulldog smirked. „Wh- who are you?" My voice was almost gone. It felt weird when I talked. „Just the guys who are going to tear you appart if you don't cooperate!"

My stomach turned upside down. Slowly I realized... They were holding me hostage! „Why would I cooperate with you?" My whole energy went into trying not to freak out. 'If I just keep my cool they would be impressed. Enough for me to overrun them!' It worked fine in my mind, at first, but I wasn't a superdog, and the pitbull was at least twice as big as me.

„Because if you don't, we are going to do very bad things to you, Bolt!" I was shocked for a moment. They knew my name? How? And how did I even get here? „I- I am not afraid of you two." They were going to kill me. Thats it. I am a dead dog.

„You should be!" „Well, I am not. And you are not going to kill me!" I am a brave dog. But that really did scare me. „What are you going to do then?" „We need information! If you don't tell us, we will get you to tell us!" So I was right. They WERE holding me hostage.

„I won't tell you anything!" My fear became anger. I was expecting the both to explode and yell at me, but they just chuckled a bit. „You naive little doggy... I will tell you what pain means!", the bulldog said, but the big pitbull just went: „Bullet. Stay down. I will handle this..." So the bulldogs name was 'Bullet'? Good to know, I guess.

„I think this is a tough guy. Even if we hurt him he will still not tell us anything." On one side I felt complimented, on the other I didn't even know what to tell them, so I asked: „What are you even talking about? What do you want from me?" „Oh I can tell you! I want to know where your owner lives!" Penny! I suddenly felt really heavy. „Forget about it. Scrap that idea out of your little birds brain and let me free! I will never bring my Penny into any danger!" I felt my blood cooking.

„We know. And we know that you won't tell us where you two live, even under pain! Thats why I have a plan B!" A plan B? What could that be? „Bullet! Bring me our special guest!" „But of course Bruiser!" „What special guest?" My heart was racing. „We are using 'her'!" He replied, and started laughing as Mittens cage was being pushed into the room.