Alright, it's about to go down! I'm hoping that this story will be just as good as the first one. I'll be borrowing some ideas from an old fanfiction I wrote a while ago. It was a Creddie fanfiction where Carly had gotten kidnapped. It was never put up here (honestly, it was pretty good for a thirteen year old, but still had too many things holding me back from uploading it). Hope you enjoy this new installment. Please don't hate me xD
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They stayed after sunset, plus a few hours. Cat had wanted to stay just long enough to see the sun go down past the horizon, but wasn't quite ready to leave. Eventually, though, she'd grown exhausted and Sam brought her home around midnight. She walked slowly into her apartment, shutting the door behind her. She was too tired to take a shower before bed. It had been really hot that day. So, instead, she went straight to her room to get into her pajamas and go to sleep.
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"She's here." he whispered, pointing outside the bush they were hiding behind.
She turned her direction to the street and spotted their target pulling up with her girlfriend on her motorcycle. Her partner started to stand, but she grabbed his roughly and yanked him down. "Are you crazy?!" she exclaimed in a whisper. He shrugged. "We can't take her now! If we go now, we'll be beaten to a pulp! We have to wait until she's inside and her girlfriend is gone."
"And how long will that take?" he asked.
"Give her a chance to get to sleep. Two hours."
"You expect me to wait two hours?"
"No, you're going to wait two hours." She looked back at the apartment that their target was going into. "Now shut your trap before I shut it for you."
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Two hours later...
She was soundly asleep on her stomach, wrapped up in her pink blanket and head buried under her pillow. She snored softly, cuddling closer to Mr. Purple. That's when a crash sounded just outside her door. Cat shot up in her bed on her forearms, muttering sleepily. "Nona?"
No answer. Cat turned over onto her back and swung her legs over the side, standing up. She cradled her purple giraffe under her arm, rubbing her eyes as she shuffled out of her room and into the living room. She flicked on the light and looked around, noticing that the vase of the plant that was next to the sliding door was shattered in front of it. Cat groaned and stepped over the broken glass to the closet in order to get the broom and dustpan. As she opened the door and leaned over to pick up the items, a dark figure appeared from the other side of the couch and crept up behind Cat. The figure grabbed her around her waist and pulled her close to it's body. Cat opened her mouth to scream but a gloved hand clamped over it. She immediately started struggling to get out of the stranger's hold.
"Stop moving!" a distorted voice threatened in Cat's ear. Cat stopped. "Make one noise and I slit your throat."
Cat breathed in an uneven deep breath, the smell of chemical reaching her nose. Her brain went foggy and her eyes drooped. Purple tumbled from her arms into the floor. She gave a final quiet squeak as the kidnapper forced her out the front door. Everything went dark.
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Her body hung halfway off the bed, her legs tangled up in her blanket and sheet. Drool dribbled from her lip as she let out a loud snore. Her phone rang, startling her, and she fell from her bed slamming onto the floor.
"Ow." she murmured as her hand searched the nightstand by her bed. She grabbed it and pulled it down in front of her eyes. Nona? Why was she calling her at two in the morning?
"Hello?" she said, wiping her lower lip. "Nona?"
"Sam, thank God you picked up." Nona said, sounding breathless.
"What's up?" Sam asked. "Is everything alright? Where's Cat?"
"You need to get over here as soon as possible." Nona said urgently. "Hurry."
The phone clicked and Sam got to her feet, rushing to the door and grabbing her helmet in the process.
She pulled up right in front of Cat's flat ten minutes later. The door was open and cops stood inside the apartment. Sam got off her bike and walked inside.
"Sam!"
Dice ran up to her, normally poofy hair disheveled from bed head. Nonna followed behind him.
"What's going on?" Sam asked. "Why are the cops here?"
"She's gone, Sam." Nonna said.
"Pardon?" Sam said, raising an eyebrow.
"Cat is missing." Dice clarified. He handed Sam Cat's giraffe. "Mr. Purple was on the floor by the closet door and her room is empty."
Sam took the stuffed animal from Dice and stared at it, mouth agape. Cat?Gone? She fell to her knees. No. No, no, no. She couldn't be gone. She just couldn't be. Surely Cat had slept walked in the middle of the night and she was on her way home. But the looks that remained on Dice and Nonna's face said otherwise. Sam's fingers tightened around the giraffe's neck, the only thing from keeping them from digging into her palms. Hot tears built up in her eyes. Cat was gone. She'd just gotten her back, and now she was gone again. She felt her heart drop in her chest and her teeth clenched.
"Sam?" Nonna said.
"I'll kill 'em." Sam growled suddenly. "Whoever took Cat, I'll kill them. If it's the last thing I do."
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They sat patiently (well, two of did) in the living room while the police investigated the house for any evidence. Dice and Nona were sitting on the couch while Sam paced the floor. She had Mr. Purple in a death grip, clutching him tightly to her chest. Her eyes were vacant but wild, and, the way her jaw was moving, she was grinding her teeth together. Her breathing was deep and ragged. Who the fuck could've done it? Who could've taken Cat? She was the sweetest, most caring person Sam knew aside from Carly. She wouldn't harm a fly. There wasn't a single being in this earth that could hold a grudge against her. So, who did it? More importantly, why?
"Excuse me." an officer said, coming up to them. "I'm Officer Carl. I'm just going to ask you all a few questions."
"Okay." Nona said.
Carl took a notepad and pen from his pocket. "How do you all know the victim?"
"I'm her grandmother." Nona answered.
"I'm a friend of hers." Dice said.
The officer looked up at Sam, expecting an answer, but he received daggers from her eyes instead.
"That's her girlfriend." Dice filled in.
"Okay, and who found the girl missing?" Carl said.
"I did." Nona said.
"And when was this?"
"Sometime between twelve and twelve
thirty."
"And why we're you coming to the house at such a late hour?" Officer Carl questioned.
"Well, I live a few blocks away. At Elderly Acres." Nona said. "They sometimes let me leave long enough to come check on Cat. She's easily scared sometimes, so I wanted to make sure she was alright."
Carl nodded as he wrote that down on his pad. "How long has she been living by herself?"
"A month." Nona said.
"Do you know if she has any enemies, or someone who would have any anger against her?" the officer said.
That made Sam break her silence. She got in the officer's face. "What the hell are you trying to say, huh?!" she yelled. "Are you trying to say that someone has to be evil in order to be kidnapped?!"
"Ma'am, please-" Carl began, but Sam interrupted him.
"Why don't you get your asses out there and search for her already?!" Sam's voice raised an octave. "It's that psychopath that took her you need to be worried about!" She jabbed a finger at his chest, pushing him backwards. "This is all a bunch of bullshit! You are a group of fucking lazy ass cops!"
"Will someone please restrain her?" Carl asked.
Two cops stepped forward but Nona and Dice jumped up in their way, shaking their heads.
"No, no, no." Dice said.
"You don't want to deal with that. Trust us." Nona said.
The two of them walked up behind Sam and grabbed her by her biceps, pulling her backwards. She was still shouting about how bad at the cops were at their job while trying to break away from Dice and Nona.
"Let me go!" Sam yelled. "Let me go so I can kick their sorry asses!"
Dice and Nona dragged Sam out the front door and onto the sidewalk. They stood in Sam's way as she tried to shove past them.
"What the hell are you guys doing?! Why are you acting so calm about this?!" she said.
"Because, Sam, none of this is going to help get Cat back sooner." Dice said.
"We need to stay calm about this." Nona said. "I'm scared, too. I'm upset and angry just as much as you are. But that's not going to do anything."
Sam backed away from them. She still had Cat's giraffe in her hand, and she held it up to eye level in front of her face. She could almost imagine Cat speaking to her through him. Telling her to relax. And she needed to listen. Nona and Dice were right. Her yelling wasn't going to do anything. She relaxed her hold on the giraffe's neck, her muscles loosening.
"Feeling better?" Dice asked.
Sam nodded. "You guys go back inside and finish with their questions. I'm gonna stay out here for a few."
Dice and Nona nodded and turned to go inside. Sam looked towards the street, then up at the sky. Clouds were beginning to accumulate in the sky and a few raindrops were starting to hit the pavement. Her fingers went to her necklace.
I'll find you, Cat. No matter what. I promise.
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She was drifting in and out of consciousness, of reality. She could hear rumbling underneath her ear, sounding like a car engine. She was on the floor of a car with her feet and hands bound together. Her vision was blurry and she blinked, though it didn't help much. The sounds of voices mumbling reached her through her fogged mind. She tried to make out what they they talking about.
"...should hide her someplace deserted..." a female voice said.
"There's an old factory just off the first highway exit..." That was a male voice. But...why did it sound so familiar?
"No, that's too close." replied the girl voice.
"Well, where then?"
"It's a few miles away, but there's an abandoned warehouse or whatever. It's not in a big city, or even near one."
"Perfect." The guys voice lowered. "Do you think she's up?"
Cat closed her eyes, trying to look like she was still knocked out, just as she heard the chair she was behind creak like someone was turning around in it. "Nah, she's out cold. That chloroform can keep someone knocked out for a whole day if used properly." The girl said.
"I hope you didn't use too much."
"I knew what I was doing."
"Whatever."
They were silent from then on, and Cat's focus began to waver once more. She tried to keep herself awake, in case they started talking about something important, but she lost consciousness not too long after. She woke up again just as the car had come to a stop. She heard the car doors open.
"Get her. I'll go pick the lock." the girl said.
"Why do I gotta get her?" the boy whined.
"Just do it!" the girl growled.
Cat heard the boy groan and the car doors slam. The door closest to Cat opened and she felt two arms slip under her. She made her body as limp as possible. There was a quiet grunt from the boy and Cat felt herself being lifted from the car floor.
"She's heavier than she looks." he said.
"You're such a baby." the girl scolded. "C'mon, the warehouse is over there."
Cat heard the sound of sneakers against gravel and dirt scuffling beneath her. Her head, she could tell, was positioned in the boy's elbow. Maybe she could get a glance of whoever was carrying her... She needed to know who she was dealing with. At the risk of being caught, she slowly and skillfully inched her eyes open a slit. Just enough to see. But her breath almost catching in her chest nearly gave her away. The person carrying her was...
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DUN DUN DUUUUNNNNNN! Cliffhanger!.Muahahahaha! I'm evil, aren't I? Hehe! R&R please!