A/N: i don't own minutemen!

|Chapter One|
Normal POV

"Hey Charlie, you coming over Zeke's later right?" Virgil asked before stuffing a handful of cheese puffs in his mouth. It was Saturday and usually on these days Virgil, Charlie, and Zeke would hang out.

"Uh yeah, but what are we going to be doing again?" Charlie asked.

Vigirl shrugged. "I guess we'll be watching a movie of something. I called Jeanette and she's gonna bring something from her dad's movie cabinet."

Charlie nodded. "Come on Albert Felinestein, we gotta get you home so you can play with your new toys. I got him a brand new yarn ball, can you believe he tore up the other one?"

"Uh I kind of don't, well, care Charlie." Charlie shook his head and laughed before exiting the house. As soon as he did Albert Felinestein flew out of his arms and went running down the sidewalk.

"ALBERT!"

Charlie groaned and started down the street after his furry companion. Usually there was someone outside watering their plants or tending to other parts of their yard, where were these people to catch Albert?

"Meow," Albert screeched. He ran around the corner and into another person's arms.

"Alber- oh thank goodness. Last thing I wanted was to have him hit by a car or something," Charlie said to the man. He was tall, lanky, and smelled like he lived in a bar. His clothes not to mention his car were a mess. Not someone you would normally see in Virgil's neighborhood. The man ran his hand across Albert's back. This made Charlie uneasy, he didn't like random people caressing Albert. He barely let Zeke or Virgil.

"Nice cat," the man said. His voice was raspy.

"Thanks... can I have him back now?"

Charlie put on a weak, small smile. The man smiled creepily back and let Albert jump out of his arms. "You ever thought of putting your cat in commercials or ads, he's pretty clean and handsome little furball?"

Charlie shook his head, holding Albert close to him. "What about you? You're not too bad yourself..."

Charlie's eyes widened and he turned to walk away. But in an instant he felt his waist being grabbed and soon he was being dragged down the sidewalk.

"NO! PLEASE, LET ME GO! HELP, SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screamed. He fought to the best of his ability, kicking and scratching. He almost escaped but was grabbed back my his shirt collar and into the man's arms. His screams were being muffled by the stinky hand placed over his mouth. All this fighting you'd think the man would be angry, but he was calm, almost like this was an everyday thing and he was used to it.

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"Ugh!" Virgil's little sister Amy muttered. She came running downstairs holding a collar. "This smells like cat."

"Oh yeah I forgot to give that back to Charlie, he and Albert Felinestein slept over the other day and left it by accident."

"Nice going, Virg."

"It's no biggie, I'm sure Charlie isn't far." Virgil snatched the collar from Amy and headed out the door. He decided he would take the shortcut to Charlie's, then maybe he could come through his backyard and get another kick out of scaring the boy's mom.

"Ah good times, good times," he laughed to himself. But a second later he stopped laughing, not because it wasn't funny anymore, but because he heard something. Screams to be exact. They were muffled, but Virgil was always told he had good hearing. He squinted his eyes and slowly followed the sound. What he saw nearly stopped his heart. It was Charlie, but he wasn't alone. There was a man, and he was dragging the boy to his car. From the position Charlie was in, Virgil was sure one wrong move would snap his little neck.

"CHARLIE!" he shouted. He rushed over and started beating the man and kicking him. He was tiny for his age, but when adrenaline kicked in Vigirl was unstoppable. "GET OFF OF HIM YOU PERV!" With one little feeling of courage Virgil pulled his arm back and hit the guy square in the nose. He dropped Charlie and grabbed his nose in agony.

"Agh you stupid kid!" he said, stumbling back. He held onto his nose and hurried back into his car.

Virgil was already on the phone with the police. Charlie was just lying on the grass next to the man's car, close enough for him to easily be pulled inside. But thankfully he wasn't and the guy sped off.

"Yeah okay, bye." Virgil tossed his phone to the side and pulled Charlie towards him. Charlie screamed in pain when Virgil touched his arm. "What-what happened? What did I do?"

"My arm, it hurts," he cried. His cheeks were stained with tears and he was out of breath. "Oh man, it hurts."

"Don't worry, the police are coming."

A/N: that was chapter one. I would've kept going but decided to stop here.