Author's Notes: I think I'm going to start bringing this story to an end in the next few chapters, so much stress from school . Thank you for the comments I got they were pretty inspiring haha
~Jack~
Jack squinted his eyes as the door of the moving truck squealed opened showing him what appeared to be the back alley "where have you taken us?" Jack demanded when Pitch came into view, Pitch sneered at Jack
"Shut up Frostbite before I shoot your partner, and you know how much I hate wasted cargo," Jack pressed his lips together, and shrunk down in on himself, turning his head towards Bunny whose face was void of emotion showed no signs of fear , he didn't react to what Pitch was saying, feeling courage after looking at Bunny, Jack straightened up and resumed his glare at Pitch though he kept his mouth shut, Jack wanted to strangle Pitch, but didn't want anything to happen to Bunny, , after all Bunny's his partner "Take the cargo to the ball room, it's time to lighten the load and line our pockets" the men and women around Pitch laughed the sound just as chilling as Pitch himself,
"Don't worry…" Jack's head snapped up, and he looked over to Bunny, whose face only showed anger, "we are going to get out of this," Bunny's eyes met Jack's, and his face relaxed into a smile "together." Jack smiled in return hope filling him once again, Jack gasped and struggled to brace himself as he was suddenly rocked side to side as his cage was roughly lifted, and taken off the truck a black sheet was thrown over his cage before he could get a good look at anything, and he lost his sight, but he listened carefully for any sound that might tell him where in the city he was, but none came, his inside clenched as he heard Bunny swear from most likely hitting the bars, and froze as the click of a gun cocking reached his ears, the soft sound of a voice to quiet for him to understand followed the sound of the gun the voice sounded oddly like Bunny, but Bunny never spoke that quietly from past experience even under stress; as no gun shot followed, and movement resumed Jack let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Shortly after he was dropped down causing him to hit his head on the top of his cage wincing he rubbed his hand on his head, he heard them drop Bunny's cage harder than necessary, he hit his own bars in anger of his inability to help, all they can do is hope his department locates them.
~Aster~
Aster clenched his fists as he stared at the women who held a gun pointed at Frost, who remained oblivious beneath the black sheet over his cage, "Please don't" Aster whispered trying to make it soft enough so that Frost could not realize what was happening. The women placed the gun back in the holster around her waist, and walked into the building. Aster stared at the cage that held Frost, why do I feel so protective of him. His view of Jack's cage was cut off as they threw a black sheet over his cage as well, growing up Aster had always had a keen sense of smell and could hear a pin drop across the room, he knew that Frost will want to know where they are as they carried him threw the building he heard a door open down a different hallway and with it came a waft of food, that must be a kitchen, further down the hall came another open door and the smell of industrial soap? A laundry room perhaps, not to mention the ballroom mentioned earlier. Aster sat back in his cage we must be in a hotel of some sort, an upper-class hotel by the smell of the food in fact the food smelt familiar but he couldn't place his finger on where he remembered it from. While in the middle of thought his cage was roughly dropped to the ground earning a small yelp as his head smashed against the bars. The sheets were lifted off, "Aster are you okay?" Frost asked tripping over his words as he hurriedly tried to ask the question. Aster hardly even had time to let his eyes adjust to the light; he looked over at frost and smirked
"I'm fine Frost, don't worry about me. How about you, are you okay?" Frost seemed to calm down at his own calm demeanor.
"Yeah, a few bumps and bruises, but I've had worse." Frost smirked causing Bunny's insides to do a summersault. Why do I always react like that when he looks at me that way?
"Well, now that you two are down your pathetic cuddlefest its time for me to make some money. Let the show begin." Pitch laughed as he stepped onto a stage.
Author's notes: My writer's block still isn't gone still, but hopefully this was good I hope to get the next one up around next Sunday at the earliest.