Feelings to which I will not close my heart

Neo pov

It's been four months since I met her.

However, the winter I feared was the happiest time of my life.

During four months on the street, I did what I hadn't done in nine years of life.

We had fun like real friends. We ate meals like a real family.

She taught me things I didn't yet know about life as a homeless person.

She is doing so well on the street that she can afford new clothes and frequent meals.

'Now that applies to me too'

'Thanks to the new clothes we both look like girls from a normal home which allows me to walk among the crowd without being chased out as a homeless person.'

I think slowly approaching the same place where we have been meeting every day for four months.

"Little mouse! "

On the opposite side of the street I see my black-haired friend waving at me. As usual, she is dressed in a black spring dress with white shoes. Slowly with my confident smile I walk towards her.

'What? '

Suddenly I feel a headache everything becomes gray and the sound is muffled. I feel my body fall and on the ground I see my partner's terrified face. Then I see only darkness.

(???) pov

The mouse was just walking towards me across the street when suddenly a black van appeared behind her. The side door of the van opened and a faunus bear with a spider tattoo on his face hit her in the back of the head with a baton. I can just see people all around me panicking at the kidnapping situation in broad daylight.

'I would help her but it's too dangerous '.

I wants to withdraw but I remember those four months. Her smile and the time we spent together. I slowly clench my small fists until my nails dig into my palm.

'I can't pretend that nothing happened not after finally feeling that I'm not alone.'

'It's too late I won't give it back to them '.

Finishing my thoughts I see that the car is just starting to drive away. With a squeal of tires they drive north.

'I can't keep up with them! '

I wrap my body in aura and move to the fire stairs. Being on the roof I move north.

'It's 10:00 a.m. which means they're not going towards Beacon academy , because there are traffic jams there and in their situation they won't stand in traffic.'

'They are not going towards the train station because there is a mass of police there '.

I run across the rooftops. And my body starts to embrace the panic. I start crying but I keep running.

'I don't want to lose her.'

Finally I stop and start crying.

'What the hell am I doing all the time trying to be selfish and now I'm throwing myself at a crime syndicate. '

'It's completely different from when I helped her the first time they chased her'.

'Then she was able to fight and then run away.'

' Which allowed me to help her quietly and safely so as not to attract their attention. '

'And now she didn't even have a chance to defend herself instead of catching her, they immediately beat her up and dragged her into the car and didn't wait for anything.'

'And instead of standing by and helping, I have to throw myself most likely into a hideout that is full of people from the syndicate.'

'However, I don't want to lose her not now I don't want her to die'.

I inhale and exhale.

'Think'

'Where would they take her? '

'Where are the most people from the spider syndicate? '

'The district with the warehouses has the most people from the syndicate however, they were going in the opposite direction'.

'They drove in the opposite direction to confuse the chase? '

'At this hour the western part of the city is impassable on the eastern part there are a lot of police hanging around. There are warehouses in the south.''

'North or south? '

'South is too obvious '.

'Or maybe they want me to think so '.

I slowly start running back. I stabilized my breathing and wiped my tears.

'There have been many rumors about spider people often hang around in the North Vale. '

'I need to find that van'.

'I won't ask big papa I can't let the pawnbrokers meddle in the affairs of the syndicate I don't want another mafia war in the city'

I have to find it myself

'Little mouse please be safe'

I try to hold on and not panic and slowly start running around the northern part of the city.

Several hours have passed and it is already dark and the only source of light in the dark side streets of the Vale is the moon in the sky. I searched the bars streets, abandoned houses.

'They are nowhere to be found '

I sit down next to a dumpster and bury my face in my hands.

'I can't find them. '

'I'll look again '.

I get up full of determination but looking into the broken mirror on the ground I see that my face is all dirty and tears are streaming from my eyes.

'Not yet'.

I slowly get up and start running around the city looking for anything. And finally I find it.

'It's that van'.

I look at the van parked in the back parking lot of the museum.

'Are they in the museum? '

'There shouldn't be guards or security here'.

I think while looking at one of the security guards.

The security guard himself looks like a normal middle-aged man.

'Wait '

'There's a tattoo on the back of his neck.'

'Are the syndicate people impersonating guards to have access to the museums or is this about something else'

I finish my thought while looking around the building. An ordinary building like any in the vale

On the left is connected to other buildings on the right is an alley that leads to the back parking lot. The parking lot itself is surrounded by buildings. The entrance is from the main street.

'There is one guard walking around the parking lot. '

I think slowly walking behind one of the cars.

'I have no idea if there is an alarm in the building? '

'Are the doors locked? '

'How many syndicate people are there? '

'Is she even there? '

'I don't have any information but It doesn't matter there must be some information on where they are holding her '

'I have to get there'

'For her '

I slowly walk from car to car. I sneak away from the guards. I hide behind the last car and look at the back door.

'Two cameras '

Two cameras are pointed at the back door. I start looking around.

'There are no open windows '

'There is no entrance '.