《Abducted》


 Chapter 1

    Elliot is a special young boy. A small child with a big heart, and a brightness about him that shined on everyone he met. No matter how big or how small, he offered up the same amount of kindness and light to each of them. It was rather comforting in a way. After so many decades, helping child after child and seeing so many tragedies play out, Elliot was a breath of fresh air to be around. I had a bad feeling, though. He seemed to be kind to a fault at times, and the danger of that would eventually rear its head. That was fine, though. That¡¯s why I¡¯m here after all, and I was not intending to fail him.


    I wasn¡¯t able to do anything immediately when he wandered away from the park. Divine invention wasn¡¯t allowed when lessons were involved. I had to sit idly by while the poor boy was scared out of his wits in a stranger¡¯s car, not knowing where he was going or how long he¡¯d be gone. I¡¯ve always hated this part. Having to watch them go off, unaware of their fate, and being unable to do something before they get hurt. As soon as they reached that warehouse, though, I got to work.


    Making my way back to the house, I stop next to Sandra, Elliot¡¯s mother. She¡¯s on the phone, with either the police or her sister. The words are hardly coming out, though, and she¡¯s trembling terribly. Carefully, I come closer to her and place a hand on her shoulder; I couldn¡¯t stop this, but I could help make it easier on her. The touch itself goes unnoticed, but the effect comes through. The shaking stops, and she can bring herself to take a deep breath now. With another soft pat, I leave her to her call, heading up the stairs. As soon as I reach Elliot¡¯s bedroom, I crouch in front of the bed, being met with two pairs of eyes. The smaller pair moves closer first, revealing the gray plush bunny they belong to. This little one is named Hopper. They picked him up from a fair a year ago, and aside from myself they¡¯re with Elliot almost all the time. I pick them up, and after a quiet yawn they look around the room. They give me a puzzled look when it dawns on them. ¡°Hey, aren¡¯t you supposed to be with Ellie? Where is he?¡±Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.


    ¡°Something happened, didn¡¯t it?¡± A voice calls from under the bed, the owner showing herself soon after. Her name is Ribbon, according to Elliot. A tall and somewhat lanky creature with messy fur covering her body. The ends had been cut messily a few days back, mostly around her face, revealing a scarred muzzle housing a permanent grin. She comes up to me while tightening the bows holding her hair up. ¡°What happened at the park?¡± I look between the two before speaking, keeping my voice as calm as I can manage. ¡°Elliot was taken earlier. He¡¯s at a warehouse right now.¡± Hopper looks shocked. ¡°What!? What do you mean, where were you?!¡± Ribbon sighs, talking them from my hands. ¡°There better be a good reason that you let this happen, feather brain.¡± I shake my head. ¡°Believe me, I don¡¯t like the reason myself. But I¡¯m not allowed to step in when he¡¯s learning something.¡± The grin looks more like a smirk as she glares at me. ¡°Seriously? You chose your protocol over our best friend, great.¡± I shake my head again, feeling the annoyance rising a bit. ¡°I couldn¡¯t choose anything! If I could, I would have scooped him up and slashed that van¡¯s tires. Unfortunately, it¡¯s been decided that caution is being taught the hard way this time...¡± Ribbon goes to say something, but the words don¡¯t come. She sighs again, looking down at Hopper. The little rabbit pipes up, mimicking her sullen look. ¡°Did you just come here to give us the bad news, then?¡± Once again, I shake my head. ¡°Of course not, we¡¯re going to get him.¡± I reach into the closet and grab Elliot¡¯s favorite blanket, folding it up. ¡°They only said I couldn¡¯t interfere when he¡¯s learning. It¡¯s been a half hour now.¡± I turn to the two. ¡°That¡¯s more than enough time, wouldn¡¯t you agree?¡± Ribbon¡¯s grin gets wider and she quickly makes her way to the window, Hopper quickly moving to her shoulder. She opens it and lands on the ground below on all fours. Hopper moves onto her back now, and the two look up at me. ¡°Come on feather brain, let¡¯s go!¡± I laugh a bit and hop out the window myself, landing behind the now much happier bunny. ¡°Please don¡¯t go in there teeth bared, we¡¯re not supposed to exist you know.¡± She quickly leaps over the fence in the backyard, walking down the back road. ¡°Yeah yeah yeah, just tell me where the warehouse is.¡±

 Chapter 2

    It doesn¡¯t take us long to reach the warehouse, though it does take me a while to convince Ribbon to wait outside while I scope things out. Elliot was safe, that was for sure. Something was off about this place though. A quick fly around the place and I see that all the windows are blacked out. Not by wood or curtains, it was just¡­darkness. It recoils when I place my hand on the glass. This¡­this was no ordinary kidnapping. We need to act fast. I gesture for Ribbon to climb up to one of the platforms. In the meantime, I place both hands on the window now. When it draws back again, I slide the window open and coat the area around it with light. I can get a better look at the inside now, but I really don¡¯t like what I see. The top floor clashes severely with the mess on the bottom: a clean looking (and clearly illegal) gun shop doesn¡¯t fit well with a dreary cultist¡¯s wet dream. Ribbon comes in through the window suddenly, also having a look around. ¡°Is¡­is Ellie¡­¡± Hopper looks at me, hoping I¡¯ll answer them without having to hear the whole thing. ¡°No, he¡¯s alright. We¡¯re here on time.¡± They sigh in relief, though the fearfulness comes back with a loud thud. Something¡¯s hit the floor.


    Ribbon quickly lunges off of the platform, landing in the shadows. It wasn¡¯t a soundless landing as she makes a thud of her own. It draws the attention of someone in one of the barely lit rooms below, coming out armed and ready. He looks around the room, demanding to know who¡¯s there. Unfortunately for him, she shows herself. Before a scream can even hit the air, he¡¯s slammed to the ground harshly, hopefully only getting knocked out before Ribbon drags him into the shadows. Two more men come out, and this time I show myself instead. Stepping up onto the railing, I dive to the floor below, pulling up and flying up to them. I land a kick to the first man¡¯s abdomen, sending him to the ground. The other opens fire, the bullets catching between my feathers. I toss them at his face while he frantically tries to reload, following up with a spin kick to the back of his neck. The first man starts to get up again, but before he can, Hopper jumps on him, slamming his face against the concrete floor. Ribbon comes over and grabs them both, and the three of us quickly go back into the shadows before the others come up. As she sets them in a pile, I try to think. What should we do now? We won¡¯t be able to sit by for long, they¡¯ll notice them not coming back soon enough. On top of that, this place is not okay. There¡¯s this¡­familiar feeling to it, and not the pleasant kind. Come one, focus, we need to get Elliot out of here before-


    ¡­something happened. Something just happened to Elliot.


    The noise in my head is stopping me from thinking, so I don¡¯t. I hardly register my friends¡¯ calls as I speed through the rooms. The farther I go in, the bigger this place reveals itself to be. I land and slide to a halt at a dead end, doing my best to steady my breathing. Think, think! You need to find him, you need to figure out where he is. I grip the floor, forcing myself to think, to find him. Finally I have a clear picture of where he is, and just in time for Ribbon to catch up with me. And grab me before I can fly to the room. Fantastic. ¡°Let me go Ribbon, I don¡¯t have time to waste here!¡± She turns me toward her, sighing deeply. ¡°We don¡¯t have time to waste, you stupid pigeon. There¡¯s clearly something wrong with this place, if you run off like this you¡¯re going to get hurt.¡± She starts to walk down the hall, holding me under her arm. ¡°Now cool it and show us where to go. I¡¯ll hit less walls than you¡¯ve been.¡± Walls? ¡°I have not been hitting any walls.¡± Hopper pipes up now, jumping down in front of us. ¡°Yes you have! Your wings are messed up because of the dents.¡± They then point down the hall, and Ribbon turns me so I can see. All along the walls, there are massive dents and holes down the length of them, each with a feather stuck to the cracks and under the debris. ¡°¡­.¡± I quickly point in the direction of the room with Elliot in it before my body catches up with the room and also realizes that hitting all those walls and messing up my wings is extremely painful. I have to cover my mouth with my hands for the whole walk.Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.


    We reach the room with minimal disturbance, though that¡¯s due to Hopper going off ahead. It seems all that time spent with Ribbon paid off; every corner we turned, there was a new unconscious guard to walk around. I can finally stand on my own, the pain in my wings now a mild discomfort. The rabbit peeks through the door first, slipping through quietly. It¡¯s not long, though, before we hear a thump against the wall, and a squeak. Ribbon now barges in after dropping me. Stumbling a bit, I manage to run in just in time to raise up a shield in front of her. Black sludge hits it and starts to spread over us. I quickly swipe it away, sending the sludge to the already blackened walls. Ribbon looks around and soon finds Hopper, running over to scoop them up. I raise another shield around them, stronger this time, and search the room. Whoever attacked us is in the back of this place, I can tell. The deeper in I go, the more tense I¡¯m starting to feel. I knew it, I know who did this. At the back of the room, I finally see them. Elliot in a chair, tied up and asleep, and someone in the shadows behind him. ¡°Well now, you came here fast! I thought I¡¯d have a bit more time, but it hasn¡¯t even gotten dark yet!¡± The man comes forward sporting a cheerful smile. Noticing the scars around his eyes, I can¡¯t help but sigh. I was right, it¡¯s him. ¡°What, you¡¯re not happy to see me? And after I went through such trouble to give you something fun to do!¡± I step forward, tightening my hand into fists. ¡°What did you do to him, why is he hurt?¡± He cocks an eyebrow, humming a bit. ¡°Whatever do you mean? I wouldn¡¯t hurt a fly!¡± He glances at Elliot. ¡°Well, I wouldn¡¯t. I¡¯m not sure about the guys I hire-¡± That was all I needed to hear before punching him square in the face. He takes my kid just to screw with me and then has the nerve to not even keep an eye on his lackeys? ¡°I¡¯m going to clobber you Lancer.¡± He ducks before I can punch him again, catching my fist with a black tendril. ¡°Now now Haven¡­¡± The tendril tightens, and before I can react, it yanks me into the air, more tendrils catching me and tosses me hard against the floor. ¡°A sucker punch like that was cheating!¡± I stand back up, wiping a bit of blood off of my mouth. ¡°And the tendrils are somehow fair?¡± More rise up around him. ¡°I¡¯m a demon, I¡¯m not supposed to be fair.¡± One by one, each appendage bears down one me, each more annoying to deal with than the last. While I dodge and block most of them, the ones I miss start to take their toll. The darkness seeping in from the wounds coupled with the walls surrounding us still being covered is bad news for me. I have to get out of here, and soon. The bastard is getting more aggressive, so I don''t think I can dodge for much longer. Grabbing and tossing them aside seems the better choice right now.


    Alternating through rolling out of the way and tossing the squirming shadows back, I start to notice something. The shadows are attached to Lancer''s back directly, and each time I tug on them he moves as well. I don''t think he''s noticed it, though, so if I''m going to take risks I should act now. When the next attack comes, I grab the tendril and yank it towards myself, slamming it to the ground. As more come my way, I do the same to each of them, bringing the demon closer to me. After clearing the distance more than halfway, the idiot finally notices what¡¯s happening. The tendrils start to reel back accordingly, but luckily, I wrap one of them around my arm just in time for him to yank me forward too. With another quick motion, I tackle Lancer to the ground, holding him as tightly as I can. ¡°Ribbon! Get Elliot!¡± Gripping the wriggling demon even tighter now, I watch as Ribbon bound towards our boy, slicing away the stray tentacles in her way and scooping the child up effortlessly. She speeds to the door now, working on cutting through the shadows still keeping us in this room. She¡¯s not doing much damage though. Looks like I¡¯ll have to help.


    Hissing at both the renewed pain in my wings and the claws currently digging into my sides, I wrap my wings around Lancer. The effect is instant. A bright light flashes between us, and he goes limp in my arms, now out cold and mildly scorched. The wounds on my body burn as well, but at least I¡¯m still standing. I make my way over to Ribbon, the shadows now retracting from the building as a whole. It takes some effort to climb on, but it takes even more to keep myself leveled when she takes off. Tearing down the melting shadows and concrete walls alike, she makes a path right for the exit, coating us all in dust from the rampage. She wouldn¡¯t be a monster if she wasn¡¯t a tad reckless I guess. Picking up Elliot, who¡¯s thankfully still asleep, I cover him with one of my wings to keep the debris away. Time to make up some excuse, to make him ending up back home seem more natural.