CH4 The Resistance Rumored

Unknown's POV:

"He's going to be very valuable," I heard my captor purr. I growled from my cage and watched the shadows on the wall, cast by the people in the doorway to the dark room I was kept in. I don't know how long I've been in here... torn away from my home, my shrine. I wasn't sure what they wanted with me. All I know is that one night I was admiring the cherry blossoms under the beautiful moon in the garden and then I heard a gun go off... then my beautiful world became blurry, and I woke up in this cage in my most vulnerable form. I couldn't change back to my more powerful form, no matter how much I tried. My magic was useless, and I felt empty and cold. They had shackled my paws to the bottom of the cage to keep me from moving around too much. I watched as a man in a silver colored tux walked in front of my cage and smirked, his green eyes looking me over.

"Oh yes, no doubt about it. He's definitely one of Inari's kitsunes. The masses will be crawling to get after him," he said and laughed, grabbing my cage by the front and yanking it forward more. I yelped as my body fell forward, and I hit the front of the cage, my muzzle slamming into the bars. I cried out in pain and started to tremble, looking up at the muscled man in fear. What does he want with me? Who's after me? What is going on?! He laughed as he watched me trembling, his eyes taking on a darker light. "When was the last he was fed?"

"Uhmm... we haven't... fed him in about two days," my captor said and walked in, his blond hair framing his face angelically. "Why?"

"Hmm... give him some tofu right before the auction. It'll brighten those eyes of his and make him more desirable. Until then, leave him in here. Don't let anyone else in here either. Don't even give out where you're keeping him. I know quite a few of my friends that would steal him from you," the man said then looked back at me with a smirk. "You're going to wish you died in this cage," he told me then slammed my cage back to where it had been before. I yelped as I was thrown back, and I curled up, tugging at my chains uselessly. What is wrong with these people? Why won't they help me?! I looked towards them pitifully and let out a small cry as they began to walk away, talking about some auction. The man glanced back at me as he left and laughed before he shook his head and left, enclosing me in the dark with the shut of the door.

I trembled in the darkness, alone, so alone. It was horrible. I felt starved. I felt lost. I wanted to go home... back to my garden. I wanted to be back in my shrine... with Inari. I whimpered and curled up, laying my ears back as I curled my starlight like white tail around my tiny body. I haven't ever been this far away from home before. Why would they rip me away from my master? Why would they take me from my home? Why won't they tell me what they want with me? Please, Inari, get me out of here.... I felt my throat lumping up as I laid there, cold chains digging into my ankles and wrists and neck, chaining to the floor of this awful, godforsaken cage. Every movement, every struggle I made, made it harder for me to move- to breathe as the chains bit in deeper into me. I felt so useless, so awful, so... powerless. I felt drained, hopeless. I couldn't go home, and I knew it. I wasn't even sure where I was.... It smelled like despair and hell. I could hear the cries of other poor wretched souls in other rooms, and I could feel their pain, so similar to mine that it made me only feel worse. I couldn't help them either. All they wanted was to be free. Did they even know what freedom was? Had they been in here so long that freedom was only a concept to never be obtained? Was it just me that longed for my home, the love of my master and his loving embrace? Was it just me that missed my siblings that would run and play in the garden and would help cook together and joke with one another? No... it couldn't just be me. I could hear it in their cries. They had all been ripped from their homes, their families, their loved ones.

I shook as I listened to them and felt my ears twitching from it as I curled up into myself tighter, my dirty fur making me sneeze. I smelled awful.... My fur was turning brown from all the dirt and neglect. I couldn't even properly try to clean myself in the simplest way I could. I missed the hot springs... but it was nothing compared to the fear I was feeling. I had no clue who had me chained up, and what they wanted with me.... I squirmed and then yelped when the cold chains imbedded themselves into my skin more, drawing slight blood with the sharp metal. When would this hell be over? Where is my master? Will he come for me?

Silas's POV:

I looked over the papers on my desk, the crackling from the fire in my place making me more relaxed as I signed off on papers and rewrote letters to other council members. My projects were doing great... but there was something pressing at the back of my mind... something that I was overlooking. I could feel it. Something was wrong and it was right at the edge. I knew it was there, but what was it? I tapped my foot as I read over another boring letter and sat it aside. I frowned as I stared at the door then widened my eyes. It doesn't seem right... that there have been werewolves going missing in other castles.... It doesn't seem right that everything is so quiet besides these small disappearances within the werewolves.... Surely, there is something going on... and I should know what it is. It felt so familiar. I stared at my papers then and found my eyes traveling to my computer where pictures of my family filtered through the backgrounds of it. I froze up as I found Lyle's eyes staring back at me from my computer then got to my feet abruptly. No... no... no... no.... Business has gone up for the blood bar... but not enough for every vampire that we've documented to be going there as frequently as a vampire needs to feed. There is another party... something stirring, something secretive, and it has to do with those disappearances. I stared at Lyle's picture as I narrowed my eyes, remembering what he told me. He had been cradle robbed by the Resistance. Is it possible... that the Resistance has come back like a phoenix from the ashes? I growled suddenly as it all seemed so obvious. The Resistance would've never died completely out. They're there... growing back in like a bad disease when you didn't take all the prescribed pills the doctor ordered for you... like a mold to our society. I slammed my hands down on my desk as rage filled me. It must be. It has to be what is wrong. No one else seems to think much about it... but the only reason for those werewolves to go missing is if there is an auction going on and some filthy people are going to enslave them. We're not out of the Resistance Era.... Fuck.

I froze up as a letter caught my eye off to the side and I frowned, reaching for it as it's envelope beckoned to me. I picked it up and opened it up, pulling it out to read it.

Dear Silas Rosario,

I don't want to beat around the bush, so I'll be frank. I heard some inkling of Resistance talk when I was on my way to the last council meeting- something about a black market has sprung up to help fuel the rebuilding of the Resistance. I didn't bring it up at the last meeting because of KV, so please don't believe that I had anything to hide. Take care.

From a friend,

Nicolas Nova

I clenched my jaw and sat it down then walked over to a window, looking out it. So... it's true.... My suspicions... and just how convenient it is that he happened to send me this letter just after I started to wonder what is going on. I glanced back at my desk then rubbed my arm. Shit. Looks like I'll be finding out where it is- Laurence. I smirked and then went over to my phone and grabbed it, dialing his number.

"Yeah dearest maker?" Laurence asked once he answered his phone.

"Could you help me with something?" I purred sweetly into the phone and leaned against my desk. "I need to find something, and I think you can help me out. I'll take you with me too.... We won't tell Charles."

"I can help you actually. We're talking about the disappearances of the wolves right? You want to know where the resistance base is..."

"Yes, I'm going to bust open the auction," I told him and sat down on the desk. "We're going to go together and take it down then have the werewolves returned to their packs and whatnot. Any other creature we will try to help return and whatnot."

"I'll wait in your car for you," he purred and hung up. I sat my phone down then quickly walked out, going towards the weapons room where I retrieved some guns, ammo, knives, and some grenades. I walked out to the garage and went to my car, putting everything in the trunk then got in the driver's seat. I smiled towards Laurence, seeing him waiting in the passenger seat for me.

"Thank you Laurence for helping me out with this," I purred and started up the car. "You're helping save innocents~"

"Yeah, I know I am. It's a pleasure to accompany you on something you think is right."

"Awww, you don't have to be so formal with me," I purred then rubbed his cheek. "I'd rather you have a good time with me and cut loose a bit." I smirked and then started to drive us. "You'll have to direct me while I'm driving."

"Oh I know. You don't know what I know...." He grabbed my GPS and started to punch in something. "Follow this," he told me and sat it back down. I nodded and began to follow it, humming softly as I drove.

When we arrived, I parked in the darkness by the woods of the establishment, seeing some higher end looking people walking inside with dark cloaks covering their bodies and faces to keep them safe from each other. I frowned a little then looked towards the back where I had kept some from my days. I grabbed them then slipped one on Laurence then on myself before I got out and went to the trunk, arming myself as I hid them under my cloak. I looked towards Laurence then held out a gun to him, giving him some extra ammo. He frowned and dodged taking the gun from me as he scooped up a knife and placed it in his pocket.

"I won't need a gun," he told me. I nodded and stuck Laurence's gun back into the trunk then shut it.

"Okay... let's get going," I purred to him.