Taken

Chapter V

Someone's POV (Yes, this is a different POV then the Unknown POV two chapters ago. I'm giving them unofficial names like Unknown and Someone)

I don't know why I'm putting my neck on the chopping block for him. I've never really liked him, and I had thought in the beginning of this that I would haved loved to see him in pain, but now... Now I'm not so sure. Ever since the state was brought here as well, I suddenly wasn't so keen to join in on their 'fun'. Now it just looked sick, unneeded, and cruel for no reason.

And then there's Him. He just showed up and proposed this idea. And the 'Boss' went for it, creating this twisted partnership. We all can see, even the Boss, that He doesn't like the part he has to play. He wants the position of power and control, but so far hasn't tried to take it yet. I think He's trying to give us a false sense of security, so we'll start to let our guards down.

But no matter how careful He is, He still lets his true intentions shine through from time to time. Like when He challenges the Boss's decisions. He's not doing this for all of us, He's doing this for himself, and He's not even trying to hide that fact.

I frowned, glaring at the floor as I walked, remembering the conversation I had with my brother about a day ago.

"Don't you think we're taking this a bit far?"

"Why do you think at? While I don't trust our new 'partnership' with him, I still think we're just doing what we have to do."

"Well, don't you think there was no reason to involve the state?"

"You care about them, don't you? Just don't let the boss hear you say that, or the two that are always following him around."

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THEM! I just think we're going a little too far!"

"I won't stop you, just don't do anything too stupid."

Don't do anything too stupid, well too late for that. I've already helped to clean them up as best I can, and now I'm going to do something even more stupid. I'm going for the cell phone in the boss's office and going to try to contact the idiot's states. This could go really good or very bad.

I pause just before turning the corner down the hallway with the office. Cautiously, I turn to look around the corner, watching to see if anyone is coming my way or headed for the office. After seeing that the cost was clear, I slowly approached the office door, glad that there was a window so I could see if there was anyone inside. Upon finding out that my Italian boss was, in fact, not in his office, I silently advanced to open the door and made my way inside. Quickly, I started my search, but it wasn't very hard, the phone was just sitting in plain sight on the desk. I snatched it up, opening the messages app, I clicked on the first number of the group chat with the two states.

I stood there with the phone pressed against my ear. It rang, and rang, and rang, but no one answered. With a soft curse under my breath, I tried again, softly mumbling under my breath pick up. Once again, no one answered, leaving me mentally screaming for someone to pick up the fucking phone.

My head shot up at a sound outside the door, causing me to hide as quickly as possible. I held my breath as the footsteps on the other side of the door slowly got softer. "One more time, I'll call just once more," I whisper to myself, not daring to move from my position under the desk. (Wow, he hid under the desk, so creative... But I'm the one that wrote it, so I guess that I shouldn't be talking...) Moving fast, I once more called the number.

Ring... Ring... Ring-

"Hello? Why are you calling me?" The voice that answered sounded scared. No, not just scared, terrified. Terrified of what the person, that had called them three times now, wanted.

"Are you one of America's states?" I replied, keeping my voice low while glancing over the desk to see if anyone was visible from the small window in the door.

"And if I am?" His voice was shaking. Was I really that scary? I haven't even said anything to make him this scared.

I opened my mouth, intending to explain my situation to that frighted state, but stopped. What am I going to say? "I-er, I'm in the place where America is, and I'm trying to help you," I very eloquently explained, if I do say so myself.

"You are?" This time the voice was full of hope. "Where are you? How is he, and North, too?"

At that question, I winced, a mental image of the two coming to mind. Then, just to be safe, said, "They're surviving."

"WAIT! How do we know you're on our side? You could just be trying to get our trust so you can just abduct more of us!" This time, a different voice rang through the phone's speaker. Mistrust and anger tinged the loud voice.

"I can't prove to you that I'm helping you, but I can give you the area I'm at. I know we're underground somewhere in North Dakota, in the northwest corner," I stood up, intending to end this call soon, and get the fuck out of (Google Docs wants to correct 'out of' to 'outa' and I find this hilarious) here before anyone found me in this office.

"Ok, we'll start looking there! Thank you so much, I can't tell you how helpful this is!"

"Don't mention it, I have to go, don't want to get caught doing this."

"Ok, Goodbye."

"Bye." With that last word, I hung up, but as I was placing the phone back on the desk, the door opened.

"What are you doing in here? I don't think this is your office," The Boss demanded, stiffly shutting the door and approaching me.

"I was just talking to the states, teasing them, stuff like that," I answered, moving so I was standing in front of the desk instead of behind.

He hummed, clearly not believing me. He picked up the phone, and after looking at if for a while, glanced at me. "And that requires calling them three times? I will let this go this time, but if I catch you in here again I will punish you," he informed me, his eyes daring me to disagree.

"I understand."

"Good, dismissed."

I nodded to him and left. The moment I was around the corner I let out a sigh of relief. He didn't do anything, I'm still ok... For now.

Suddenly, I felt tingles shoot up my spine. I quickly turned my head, my eyes connecting with His. He was staring me down, just watching. Did He know about the call? Did He see me just now? How much does He really know? And what is He hiding?

He then smirked, and passed me by, "You'd better watch yourself, wouldn't want something terrible to happen, now would we?"

I silently watched him walk away. Why was this man so creepy? So insane-sounding? And why the deep hatred for America?

What is this man's goal?

A/N: OVER 1200 WORDS! I FEEL ACCOMPLISHED! ARE YOU GUYS HAPPY?! I HOPE! ANYWAYS, A WILD CHAPTER HAS APPEARED! WHAT WILL YOU DO? A. READ. B. COMMENT. C. VOTE. D. TALK AMONGST YOURSELVES E. RUN AWAY.