I'm planning something evil for this chapter. Sort of evil. I guess.

Third Person P.O.V.

Tom Masone paces the room. He glances at the computer screen, which is searching the internet for any info on missing girls. Well, one in particular. His girl.

Tom grabs the remote, hurling it across the room, yelling angrily. Where has she gone? She couldn't have gone far. Not without help. And who would help her?

Finally, the computer loads. He rushes to it, glaring at what came up. Nothing. Well, nothing about his girl. Abby. Tom growls. He lurches away from the table, stalking around the room. He shoves a lamp off the side table. It hits the ground with a crash.

Tom hears a knocking at the door. He freezes. Who could it be? The police? There's no way they could know. No way. Could there?

"Hey, buddy, why don't you open up?" a gravelly voice says. "We got a lot to discuss."

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Ari was not an impatient person. He had learned to wait for things. He had waited a long time for some things. A promotion, for one. He had waited for the chance to take Fang, and that had paid off. He had waited patiently for Fang to break, and, obviously, he did.

Yes, some things were worth waiting for. However, waiting for some scumbag to open the door was definitely not worth it.

"C'mon, pal." He says. "Open the door. I don't have all day."

Reluctantly, a man opens the door. He's severely overweight, with a balding head, and meaty hands. Just your basic creep.

"You a cop?" asks the fat guy.

Ari smiles. "Nah. Just your friendly neighbor Joe. Wanna let me in?" His tone implies that it isn't a choice.

The guy hesitantly opens the door, letting Ari enter. Ari walks over to his old couch, and sits down. The fat guy stands nervously by the door, shutting it slowly.

"So, you're Tom, right?" Ari says casually.

"Who wants to know?" asks the fat guy.

Ari shrugs. "Me. And the company I work for."

Tom squints suspiciously. "Company?"

"Yeah, big guy, you're getting there." Ari encourages sarcastically. Then he straightens, and stands up.

"You did a good job taking care of it all these years." He thinks for a moment. "Well, you kept it alive, at any rate."

Tom sputters. "What?"

"The...girl. Abby." Ari clarifies. "Thanks for keeping it alive."

"Why do you care?" Tom says.

Ari holds his paw-like hand out for a handshake. "Nice to meet you. I am the creator of your little darling." He says. Then he pauses. "Well, not directly. They copied the makeup of my DNA to create the balance between homosapien and feline DNA."

Tom looks lost. Ari sighs. He continued in a slow voice, like you might use with a child. "Abby turned into a kitty-cat, right?" Tom nods. "Well, these nice fellers made her able to do that when she was really little. They studied me to know how to do that."

"Who's them?" Tom asks.

"Some very special people with some very special connections." Ari says smoothly. "And they happen to want their little prodigy experiment back."

"Meaning…" Tom says, trailing off.

"Meaning, I need your help capturing your runaway." Ari says.

"What do I get out of it?" Tom says, crossing his arms.

Ari stands back coolly, observing Tom for a few moments. "Well, I want to offer you compensation either way, for keeping it alive, but perhaps we could consider it more of a trade…" Are says, leaving out the bait.

Tom doesn't take it at first. "What if I refuse?"

Ari's eyes flashed dangerously. "Well, that would be foolish. I'm offering you a great reward." He pauses, and cuts off Tom when he tries to say something. "I sure would hate for anything to fall into the wrong hands. There is so much evidence out there Tom. So much. A lot of it could get you thrown in jail..."

Are smiles as Tom's face pales. He sputters for a moment. Then Ari continues. "Of course, I don't want the police to get their hands on any of the tapes, either, Tom. With her in them, that could raise quite a plethora of questions." He eyes Tom with one eyebrow raised.

"What do you say, Tom?" Ari says charmingly. "You want to join me?"

Tom hesitates. "What's the reward?"

A vein twitches in Ari's neck, but other than that, he keeps his composure. "Well, I figure that a trade would be fair. A girl for a girl. A very special girl for a very special girl."

Tom looks interested. Ari smiles. It was too easy.

He blinks and comes to his senses, but still looks interested. Very interested. "What makes her so special?"

Ari smiles wickedly, and leans in close. "You see, my friend, they come from the same place that Abby does." He pauses. "This special girl has wings."

Oh. My. God. I swear my hands forced me to bring Ari and Tom into this. But seriously, this is going to be a blast to write. I like it. (Tell me if you did) : )

Sorry it was short. I meant to include it in the last chapter, but...I forgot. Whoopsies. : )

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