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Perry

I hear the human leave the room. I'd stopped crying a while ago. It doesn't help Diana, it's just selfish of me to cry over something that isn't happening to me. Then again, maybe it isn't: she's my mate, for crying out loud, it's hurting me too!

I go over to my headphones and put them back on. I shakily sit down at the desk. I can hear Diana sobbing. I squeeze my eyes shut. It hurts me to hear her like this, and I'm sitting here, unable to hold and comfort her. That's all I want to do.

I've been waiting for almost an hour for what had been happening to finish. And now that it's finally over, I feel incredibly sick.

I unplug my headphones and switch the audio to the laptop's speakers. I open my locked drawer and pull out the kits I used yesterday. I set them on the bed and take a deep breath.

I can hear Diana cleaning up her room. I know that you're not technically supposed to do that in a sexual assault case, but Mother will get angry with her if she doesn't do it. I hear the door to her room open.

And then I hear Mother's voice.

I turn to the laptop and rush over to it. Oh, God, please no!

I can hear Mother talking to Diana. A loud noise comes from the laptop, and I'm positive that Mother just hit Diana. I feel my heartbeat racing.

Mother begins yelling, and I hear Diana whimpering. The sound of clambering about can be heard.

"Perry… help me… please…"

Tears fill my eyes as she yelps and I hear a loud crash. I can hear Diana crying, then Mother begins speaking again. Mother is whispering at her. I can't make out what she's saying.

She's threatening my Princess!

I hear Diana cry out once and then I hear walking. I quickly pull up the feed from the cameras I put in the mansion. Mother is carrying Diana by the tail. She's covered in blood…

I fall backwards, my mind not processing what's happening.

Diana's in trouble! You have to go save her!

You can't! The cure will be destroyed if you go there!

You can't just leave her there! She could be killed!

You can't go!

You have to!

You can't!

You will!

You won't!

"Help me…" Diana's crying voice calls to me.

I hold my head. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do. I need help. I need someone to tell me what to do. I'm panicking, I can't think straight.

I pull out my phone and make a call. It rings for about fifteen seconds before I hear a click.

"Perry?"

"Pinky! She's got her! She's got Princess! I— I don't— I don't know what to do! I don't—"

"Perry, calm down! We're on the ground, we'll be at the mansion soon."

"Pinky, you don't understand! Mother hurt her! She— she was covered in blood! Oh, God— Pinky, what if Mother knows?! What if—"

"Perry, calm down! We're going to be going in soon, we've got this. Just stay put, we'll save her."

"I— I— Pinky, I can't lose her…"

"You won't, Perry. Calm down. Breath. In… and out. In… and out. Good, keep doing that. That tempo. We'll save her, Perry. I promise."

I squeeze my eyes shut. "Please, hurry…"

"Hasta luego, amigo. Keep it together."

The phone clicks and I'm left alone.

Keep it together…

I can do that.

I take a deep breath. Then another. And another.

Pinky's right. I need to calm down. I need to think.

I feel a tugging on my heart. I need to be with Diana. I need to protect her. I can't stand it anymore. Screw this. I'm not being delicate anymore. Mother won't be able to destroy the cure if there is no Mother.

I open up my locked drawer and pull out the tracking receiver, my grappling gun, and a stun gun. I take off my clothing and throw them to the side. I put my equipment into my fur pockets. I reach into the drawer and pull out my fedora. I put my medical and forensics kits in it.

With a single smooth movement, I rest my signature hat on my head, perfectly straight.

I rush out of the room and get into the elevator. Once inside, I enter a specific combination of floor numbers. I hear a ping of approval from the interface, and the elevator begins its descent. After a minute, it slows to a stop and opens up.

I step out into the hotel's O.W.C.A. bunker. I begin to look around and find what I want. I make my way over to it.

I climb onto the motorcycle, lift the kickstand and rev the engine. I feel the power in my hands, letting it fuel me. I find the exit and race towards it. Moments later, I'm basking in the dimming sunlight.

Don't worry, Princess, I'm coming.

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