After the terrible night of what Craig had to go through to save Peanut, but what did the 10yr old pup went through when he got kidnapped? The 4th set of chapters is missing side of the story that will be told from his angle along side with new cast of characters.
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WARNING/DISCLAIMER! This is written with TEENS to ADULTS IN MIND. Bad Language is UNCENSORED.
The Story is Drama first, Suspense and Action. In that order.
Another thing is that there aren't any Wisps elemental weapons of power. The weaponry is typical weapons used in military. Knives, Pistols, Assault Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and Shotguns.
Chapter 3 Contains: 2,750 words
The OC Cast is: Main: Peanut(Pomeranian), Bobby(Bobcat), More will be added.
Side Characters: Craig(Fox), Will be filled in as the story progresses.
New Chapter will be submitted every Friday.
Forces DRR: Peanuts Tribulation
Chapter 3: Numb
WARNING: Beyond this point and throughout the rest of the story, the Bad Language will be more frequent and Violence will get worse.
This story is written for Teens and Adults in mind.
Violence Contains: Shooting, Stabbing, Physical and Bloody Descriptions. You have been warned.
'I said that it wasn't going to happen again… but I was wrong. I broke a rule. I was alone when I wasn't supposed to be. I was taken. My eyes are closed and I can feel the cold floor on the side of my face as I lay down on it. Opening my eyes, the flood of color and bright light forced me to close them again. Slowly regaining my senses, but I couldn't move. Not even an inch. I can still feel the stinging pain in the side of my neck. I tried to move my mouth but, nothing… I couldn't even talk or cry for help. I just lay there, hoping that the numbing sensation would go away. After a while I tried to make noise again but then…'
"Shh! Quiet. Don't let them hear you," a young kid's voice warns quietly from behind.
Hearing the warning, Peanut remained silent. While remaining still, he felt the side of his mouth soaked and wet. Opening his eyes to take a look, he realizes that it was from him. Not being able to close his mouth caused him to drool. Closing his eyes in disgust he tries to move away from-
A couple of footsteps echo, inching closer and closer causing him to stop. One set of footsteps came from heavy boots while the other came from squeaky sneakers. Keeping his eyes closed, Peanut was able to hear them talk to each other.
The heavy footsteps stop as his deep voice soon follows asking, "Are these all of them?"
The other clears his throat, and his high pitched scratchy voice answers, "Yup. All of them, even the one that the boss even wanted."
"Which is that?"
A lighter can be heard being used lighting a cigarette, as he takes a puff from it. He coughs answering, "That one." Clearing his throat, he then gloats, "Can't believe we did it in ten minutes flat."
"No shit. This is going to be the biggest pay-off."
"Once I get paid, I'm going to buy so many packs of cigarettes that I'll never run out."
With a deep groan, he warns in a mocking tone, "You are the worst chain smoker I've ever met. It'll be the death of you."
"Whatever, but I know the first thing you're going to buy, is a new pair of boots."
He looks down to them. "These are just fine."
"Sure… if you consider the tip of the steel toe being exposed "just fine". I bet if you kick someone on the side of the head, you'll slice his head wide open."
"That's why I have it like…-" He hears another set of footsteps approaching. He warns, "Trey's heading over here, and he looks pissed."
Another figure quickly approaches, angrily demanding, "What the FUCK!? Who's the fucking dumbass that got these three?"
Peanut slightly opens his eyes, and sees someone approach and point downward. Getting closer, he can make out a dark furred weasel that seems to be in charge. 'Trey? He's pointing down? Why? What is he…' With realization hitting him hard, 'I'm not the only one.'
The high pitched smoker answers, looking at who he's pointing at, "Some of the guys thought it'd be a good idea. Said it was to add a little bit of variety."
Trey slowly turns to him concerned. He asks back infuriated, "Are you fucking kidding me?" He grabs him and slams him to the wall. He then points at them again, "THAT VARIETY IS GOING TO GET SOMEONE KILLED ONCE HE GETS HERE!"
"What's the big deal? It can't-" He gets grabbed by the throat and slammed to the wall again even harder, losing his cigarette.
Trey begins to squeeze. "WHEN THE BOSS SAYS POMERANIAN ONLY, THEN IT'S POMERANIAN ONLY!"
Tapping on his shoulder in an attempt to apologize, he gets released, letting him gasp for air. He asks in a worried tone, "So what do we do with them?"
"I'll umm… no. You go get Rodney and his group and take them to the warehouse district."
"And…? How long are we going to wait there for?"
"No idea. Once the boss gets here and does his thing, I'll then call you to come back."
The large kidnapper in heavy boots asks, "Is Rodney still clueless about what's going on?"
"All he cares about is being out of the slammer. He doesn't give a shit on what this is all about." He points at the large kidnapper, ordering, "Grab those two."
"Got it."
As Trey steps over the other kids to get to the wrong ones, he grabs ahold of one of them and tosses the kid over his shoulder. He sees movement from the corner of his eye, looking over to Peanut, and also notices his little puddle of drool. "Hold up… shit. This one moved." He goes over to Peanut and grabs his arm. Raising it up and then releasing, he notices resistance as it lands. "This one's faking."
"Another one?" the kidnapper answers, hoisting one kid on each shoulder. "Damn… thought the shot was supposed to last way longer than a couple of hours."
"Looks like it. Depends on the person I guess." He grabs Peanut by his shirt, making his eyes open up. He smiles, confirming, "Yup, you're awake." He drags him to the closest wall to the other kid that was talking to him. "Stay right here and don't fucking say anything." He places Peanut against the wall, sitting him upright.
Peanut doesn't answer back. He just sat there and watched them quickly leave with the three kids. With very little movement from his neck, he moves it as much as he can to see the other kid that talked to him. 'What the…?' It felt like he was looking at a mirror. A reflection of himself… but he was wearing different clothes. A yellow jacket, along with blue shorts. The other main difference was his right eye was slightly closed and bruised. Someone punched him.
Due to being placed by the side wall, Peanut had a clear view of the area. There were four unconscious kids on the floor and the kidnappers only took three away because they weren't the right ones. 'Including myself and this other kid, which means they kidnapped nine kids.'
The kid looks over to Peanut and asks whispering, "Are you okay?"
Peanut was barely able to nod but was still confused that he was looking at himself.
Noticing Peanut having a hard time trying to move and in a daze, he asks, "Can't move yet and your neck still hurts?"
Peanut nods again, slowly coming to terms that it wasn't his reflection.
"It'll go away. Took me awhile, but I still can't feel my legs."
Trying to fight through the numbness, he asks, "How… how long… how… has it… been?"
"I don't know. The sun is still out, so… I guess a couple of hours."
Still staring at his bruised eye, Peanut tries to ask, "Y… Your eye, wha…t… happ…ened?"
"They punched me for asking questions. It's why I warned you to stay quiet."
Peanut still had to make sure that he wasn't hallucinating from the injection. He asks, "What's your… name?"
"It's… umm…" The kid looks in all different directions, then stops. He answers, "It's Junior."
Peanut looks at the direction that he was staring at, seeing crates stacked on top of each other with the name 'Junior's Decorations and Accessories'.
"That's what I want to be called. Don't give me your real name. Do you have a nickname?" Junior asks.
"Mine's… Peanut."
They stayed sitting in silence for what felt like an eternity. Suddenly they hear another kid begin to squirm, making them look over at him. Soon after, he starts making muffled cries for help, unable to form any words.
Peanut sees Junior drag himself to the kid to calm him down. "Shh… Stay calm." But the kid just kept trying to cry out. He tries to comfort him by saying, "It's okay. It's okay." The kid calms down, unable to speak. "What's your name? Can you tell me?"
"Puh… puh… tri… Puh…trick…" he tries to answer while drooling.
Junior answers back, "Patrick. Got it. It's alright Patrick. It's going to be…" His ears perk up, hearing movement in the building. He carefully drags him back to the wall.
A group of kidnappers approach them, with four of them appearing to wear police uniforms.
Peanut smiles seeing them get closer, but he then looks over to Junior noticing that he wasn't happy or glad. Junior knew something that he didn't. Junior just stares at the officers with a look of concern on his face, holding onto Patrick tight to comfort him not to make any sound.
Peanut then looks back at the officers realizing now that they're not here to help.
One of them approaches the other sleeping kids, his uniform saying "Sergeant" on it. Getting a better look at him, it was the same Hyena Sergeant from the fair.
The Sergeant turns to the Weasel that's in charge and asks with a deep growl, "Trey?"
"What is it?" he answers back.
The Sergeant asks with restraint, "You said nine. Where are the other three?"
He quickly answers, "Did I say nine? Nah, it's six. These were the only Pomeranian boys around wearing something yellow."
The Sergeant goes back to checking on them as the rest of the other officers and kidnappers remained quiet. He checks them one by one, grabbing their faces and looking them over. Each time, he shakes his head. He looks over to where Peanut and Junior were sitting at the wall wide awake, staring right back at him. Walking over to them, he crosses his arms and looks at Junior for a while then back to Peanut. After looking at Peanut, he goes back to Junior and asks as calmly as he can with restraint, "Who… punched you?"
Surprised by the question, Junior looks at one of the kidnappers, then back at the sergeant. Raising up his arm, he then points answering, "It was him."
The Sergeant slowly looks at the one he pointed at and snarls as the back of his neck hair flares up.
The kidnapper gets defensive about it giving his excuse, "He was asking questions. I had to shut-"
The Sergeant un-holsters his gun and begins to fire every bullet into him.
Junior, startled by it, closes his eyes and turns away while covering his ears. But unfortunately for Peanut, he couldn't do the same. Unable to turn his head away not to see it, he was forced to watch and hear it happen.
Everyone that was around the thug avoided being shot, dodging the blood splatter as his body hit the ground.
With every pull of the trigger he gets closer and closer until he fires the last bullet into his head. He then removes the clip and throws it to the floor in frustration. He grabs another clip and puts it into the gun then holsters it back. He turns back to everyone in the room and demands as his thunderous voice echoes in the building, "No one and I MEAN NO ONE, LAYS A HAND ON ANY OF THEM 'TIL I'M DONE! GOT IT!?"
"Yes sir," everyone answers back.
The Sergeant turns back to Junior. "But that doesn't mean that I won't." He walks towards him getting close. "You will get no compassion… no sympathy… nothing from me. Get out of line and I'll give you more than just a black eye. You will learn to fear me and understand why they call me Brutal."
He turns to Peanut and points at him. "You…" He points to the kid that Junior is holding onto. "Not you…" he grabs Patrick from Junior, pulling him away by force. He points at Junior while tossing Patrick back to the rest. "And you."
The other three cops step towards them.
Peanut, unable to struggle or resist as he gets grabbed, but Junior shouts out as soon as he gets grabbed, "Leave me ALONE… DON'T-" He bites down on the cop's wrist, not letting go.
The cop shouts in pain as he tries to pull his wrist away. One of the other cops goes through his pocket, pulling out a needle, and jabs it into Junior's neck, knocking him out. "Shit that hurt." "Do it to him also?" "No, just leave him the way he is."
As he is taken away, Peanut can still hear Patrick letting out muffled pleas for help. His voice goes silent as the rest of the kidnappers approach to take them somewhere else.
Exiting out of the building, they get put into the back seat of one of the nearest squad cars. Wondering where he's being taken to, he looks over to Junior asleep. He looks back out of the car window, seeing Brutal standing there, talking to one of the cops. Once done, he walks away, heading back to where Trey was.
Two of the cops sit in the front as the third sits in the back with them. He angrily shoves Junior into the middle of the back seat. Sitting there holding onto his wrist, he looks at Junior. "Should've fucking knocked him out," he grumbles.
The driver argues back angrily, "Are you fucking stupid?" He starts driving. "Did you forget what he just did in there? Gawd damn… a whole clip into him. You want that?"
He rubs the back of his head. "No… Shit was nuts."
Peanut, unsure if he wanted to say anything, hesitates and slowly opens his mouth, asking sincerely, "Where are we going?"
But none of them answer.
They pull into a driveway. Peanut looks out of the window at the building they are at, able to tell that it's the Police Department. Coming to a stop, the driver exits out first to let the other cop out that's sitting next to Junior. He then grabs Junior's unconscious body and pulls him out.
Peanut's door then gets opened, and he also gets grabbed to be taken out of the car and into the PD.
Inside, they walk down a hallway and then into the large office area of the PD where everyone stands around them in curiosity. They both get placed on chairs as everyone just stares at them until someone asks, "Which one is it?"
The driver cop answers, "I don't know. It's got to be one of these two."
"One of these two?" another one asks.
He answers again, "Yeah, I think. Brutal checked. It came down to these two, so… uhh, I don't even think he even knows."
A dispatcher stands up looking at Peanut as he warns, "We better get things going before it's too late."
The driver looks over to the dispatcher. "What do you mean "too late"? No one knows yet… right?"
"I don't think so, but something bad happened at the West Side Warehouse District."
"Like what?"
"Rodney and some of the guys were over there hiding some of the kids and someone… snuck in and killed them all."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Here's the crazy thing… whoever did it, is some Ex-BOA nut job."
Peanut overhears them, say the word "BOA", causing him to smile. He thinks to himself, 'He's here… Craig's looking for me.'
"And the kids, what happened to them?"
"They were found at Douglas's Pizza Parlor. And worst of all… A Maple PD Captain is here asking questions. I sent Marcus and a couple of other guys over there quick."
"Dammit… Does Brutal know yet?"
"No, and let's keep it that way. Marcus should be able to stall the captain at the pizza parlor or at the warehouse for a good while." He looks over at the main entrance. "Most of them should be back by now."
Just as the officer says that, the front door opens as a couple of officers enter the building.
Peanut looks over to them, as one of them forces his way through the crowd. Peanut's eyes widen in surprise. 'Why is he here?'
Rewind back a few hours, to when Bobby awakens in one of the cells at the PD…
End of Chapter. Thanks for Reading. Please leave a review to let me know how it's turning out.
Next: Chapter 3: The Wrong Side of the Law