*Hey guys, the next episode will come out next week(if I'm not too busy with school). This is published on February 8, 2020. If you like this part(s), please comment and/or vote. I would love to see what you guys think.  Enjoy!*

Guy fluttered his eyes open, his head spinning. His body was paralyzed, almost like a weight has been on top of him. Except something was tied around his body. His vision was nothing but a blur but he noticed he was sitting on a chair while being tied up to it with tight thick rope. He slowly lifted his blurry gaze up to notice fire crackling in the fireplace in front of him, his breathing heavy. His insides felt like they were on fire from that early electrocution...how was he even alive?

Guy realized that he's in an isolated room with Jeckles sitting on the couch in front of him, watching the fire burning up the wood stacked in the fireplace.

"Don't you just love fire, Guy?" Jeckles asked, even though Guy could barely understand him. "The way it burns. The way it destroys everything it touches. It's beautiful. You're such an interesting character, Guy...too interesting. I underestimated you for a moment."

Jeckles turned his head and glared at Guy. He stepped closer to him and bent his knees to make the same level eye-contact as Guy. Guy couldn't say anything, realizing that there's a thick small rope tied into his mouth and around his head.

Jeckles cornered a smirk. "But...you have piqued my interest now. Through your suffering...you're able to stay alive. Why is that?"

Guy knew it was a rhetorical question; otherwise, his mouth wouldn't be tied if it wasn't.

Jeckles stared coldly into Guy's trembling eyes. "Once Sam gets here, he'll see you suffer and he'll learn his lesson...then, both of you will be dead."

Guy breathed rapidly and his chest heaved. There's fear in his eyes when Jeckles got closer to him and drew out his small blade. Jeckles held it against Guy's cheek, causing his eyes to leak.

"Or...maybe he'll abandon you, as he should," Jeckles continued while having his blade slightly touching Guy's cheek. "If he doesn't want to die."

Guy had the urge to say something, anything at this point but he couldn't move his lips or his body. It's almost like he's paralyzed but his eyes weren't. Jeckles took the edge of the blade and deepened it into his skin. Guy began to panic, his heart thumping harshly against his chest. Jeckles cut through his cheek slowly and took his blade out. Guy screamed but it was muffled from the rope around his mouth. His tears began streaming down his cheeks, touching his deep cut. Jeckles examined Guy's cut on his cheek closely to notice it mending itself up automatically. Guy didn't notice it though, his body was trembling in fear. Suddenly, an assassin strode into the room they were in.

"Sir...Sam is here," the assassin announced, causing Guy to widened his eyes. He struggled to get out of his bondage but Jeckles slapped him across the face.

"I'll be back with Sam," Jeckles growled and picked up a syringe. He poked the needle through Guy's neck, causing Guy to be drowsy. He eventually passed out as Jeckles exited out of the room.

Meanwhile, Jean, Valjean, Cosette, and Fawn scurried through the vents to find Guy in some living room set-up, tied up. He appeared to be passed out. Jean had put the back-up tracker back onto his head to wear it as a headband while Valjean helped him carry Guy's photo.

"Looks like Jeckles drugged your friend," Valjean whispered to Jean.

Jean nodded his head in agreement. "Oui, come on. Let's continue on with the plan. Get on."

Cosette and Fawn hopped onto the photograph with Jean behind them. Valjean pushed it off the cliff and jumped on it behind them. They floated all the way down to the coffee table in front of Guy. The mice got off the photograph quickly while Jean and Valjean climbed up on Guy with the photograph in their paws. They opened his hat up slightly and slid the picture in there. Jean nodded his head to his friend, signaling him to commence the mice hidden in the shadows. Valjean whistled and the army of mice appeared. They all have different color furs with determination set in their faces. They all crawled up to the ropes that tied Guy up and nibbled their way through them, untying Guy from his bondage. Cosette and Fawn helped untie the rope around Guy's mouth and the piece of rope dropped onto his lap. Jean shoved the rope out of the way while patting on Guy's cheek.

"Guy, can you hear me? We're going to get you out. Hang on," Jean informed quickly while checking to see how the mice were doing with the ropes. The mice nibbled through the ropes and tossed them aside. Valjean climbed up next to Jean.

"So, how are we going to carry him?" Valjean whispered to his friend.

Jean smirked. "Why do you think we have to call the whole army of mice?" He noticed his wife and child standing there on Guy's shoulder idly. "My love, hide yourselves underneath Guy's hat. It's safer."

Cosette nodded her head and picked up her child. They squeezed under Guy's hat and hid.

~.~

Sam didn't seem afraid to walk into the hideout but deep down inside, he dreaded the day where he has to go back to Jeckles. But, this was for Guy's sake. He's going to get his best friend and briefcase buddy out of this mess. Sam had a plan but it was tweaked around by a couple of ideas from McWinkle and Louis.

From the shadows, Louis and Gluntz were tiptoeing through the barrels quietly, spying on Sam to make sure he won't get hurt.

Louis put the walky-talky up to his fluffy cheek. "Michael...Goat...are you in here yet?"

Goat and Michael snuck through the vent they found beside the hideout entryway. They dropped down a long hallway with white walls around them, separated from Louis and Gluntz.

Michael held up the walky-talky to his face. "Yep. We're here."

Goat sighed deeply while glancing around the hallways. "The problem is...the hallways look the same. We'll get lost easily."

"We have a back-up tracker...it should lead us to where Guy is," Michael whispered to Goat.

Goat raised his brow. "Are you sure that Louis is a detective?"

"Right?! I was asking the exact same thing!"

"Quit fooling around and get Guy out of this place," Louis spoke up from the walky-talky Michael was holding and hanged up.

Michael realized quickly that he left the walky-talky on by pure accident but it's turned off now. Michael shrugged his shoulders and used the device that Louis gave him before coming into this place. "He's this way."

"I'll follow your lead, compadre," Goat indicated while both of them made their way through the halls.

Meanwhile, Louis and Gluntz watched closely as Jeckles came out of the shadows to approach Sam.

"He's taking the bait," Gluntz whispered excitedly to Louis.

Louis blushed a bit and smiled while shushing her to keep themselves hidden in the shadows.

Jeckles curved a wicked grin. "Samuel I Am."

"Keep him talking, Sam," McWinkle spoke through an earpiece Sam was wearing before getting into the hideout, causing Sam to hardened his gaze up at his former boss.

"Jeckles Abbot," Sam answered back to Jeckles.

His former boss's grin faded quickly. "Long time no see."

"It has been a long time."

"I don't think you're here just to say hi to me. I know who you came here for."

"Who do you think I came here for?"

Jeckles chuckled at Sam's question. "Don't play dumb, I Am. I know you're here to rescue your poor briefcase buddy."

"No, I'm here to trade," Sam bargained, his tone low and serious.

Gluntz widened her eyes in complete shock. "I never have seen Sam like this."

"You'll be surprised," Louis whispered back to her.

"Trade? What kind of trade are we talking about?"

"You want me, don't you?"

There's a brief silence.

"Of course...but I want you to suffer for what you did to me."

~.~

Michael and Goat hurried their pace throughout the hallways. The device led them towards the steel door that might lead them into another room where Guy might be at. Michael jiggled the doorknob but it's jammed. He used his shoulder to slam through the door but it's stuck. The fox groaned irritably and took a few steps back. He charged into the steel, bashing his arm in the process. But he fell flat on his back on the cold tile floor.

"Ow," Michael whimpered while holding his arm.

Goat rolled his eyes irritably. "Step aside, amigo."

Goat used his hooves to feel the weakest point of the steel door. Luckily, Michael already made his mark of where the weak points were. He turned his back on it and used his back hooves to kick down the door. The steel door flew across the unknown door, making clattering noises. Goat and Michael strode into the unknown room where they find the army of mice attempting to get Guy off of the chair. Jean looked up to notice them.

"Michael!" Jean's smile widened in relief.

"Yeah, we're here," Michael whispered and helped pick up Guy. "Can someone help me out with carrying Guy?"

"I'm helping," Goat volunteered, despite his dislike for Guy. There's a lot of catching up to do between them.

~.~

Unbeknownst to both of the fox and the goat that the clattering noises were drawing Jeckles's attention away from Sam.

"What's that noise?!" Jeckles asked immediately.

Louis shook his head in discouragement. "Oh no."

Sam shrugged his shoulders with a nervous smile. "Uh...it might be the air conditioner."

Jeckles shifted his glare at Sam. "Trying to double-cross me again, Sam?" He pulled out his pistol and placed it on Sam's forehead. He nodded his head to the assassin for him to get Guy out of the room. The assassin bolted towards the unknown room and busted through the door to find Goat and Michael trying to carry Guy out of it.

Michael chuckled nervously. "Hehe, hi."

The assassin immediately pulled out his pistol but Goat slapped his front hoof to pin the assassin's arm that held the gun against the wall. Subconsciously, the assassin pulled the trigger and missed him. He used his other arm to slap Goat across the face. Goat stumbled onto the chair that they just got Guy out of. When the assassin was about to charge at Michael, he recovered quickly and swung the chair harshly at him. The wooden chair broke when it hit the assassin's head. The assassin collapsed on the floor, which gave Goat a sigh in relief.

"Come on, we gotta go before more are coming," Goat urged while helping Michael carry Guy towards the doorway where they're from.

Michael peeked out to notice a few assassins running towards them. "Uh...well..we can't go out that way."

Before Michael can explain further, Goat dropped Guy's feet and thrusted the door he kicked down a few minutes ago to the doorway where it came from. He got out a huge roll of duct tape and taped it all around the steel door.

Goat groaned irritably, not intentionally at anyone. "Great. We already got more coming."

Jean climbed up on Michael's shoulder and pointed up at the ceilings. "We might get out through the vents."

"The vents are too small, friend," Goat informed, understanding the mouse perfectly. "Guy wouldn't fit and we need him with us."

Michael peeked out of the doorway where the assassin strode through and saw Sam staring Jeckles down while a couple more assassins are coming to them.

"I think we need back-up," Michael uttered nervously.

Goat smirked. "I don't need back-up. I work alone."

"There's going to be more assassins--"

"I'll fight them off. You make a run for it," Goat planned, shooting a focused gaze out of the door.

"But...what about you--?"

"I'll catch up. Just make a run for it."

Guy groaned in pain. A gasp escaped from Michael's mouth.

"Guy! Guy, can you hear me?! We're getting you out of here!" Michael shouted while hearing the assassins attempting to bust down the door.

Guy fluttered his eyes open but he couldn't process what's going on.

"Can you walk?!" Michael asked his question loudly.

"We don't have time to ask! Just go!" Goat ordered while he tackled the first assassin who stepped into the room.

Michael helped Guy up to his feet, which his friend dragged his feet across the floor...not sure what's going on still. The fox could tell that Guy wasn't fully conscious so he attempted to carry his weight and get out of the unknown room from where the assassin entered. Jean noticed Valjean leading the army of mice to get into the assassin's clothes and scurried up and down. Goat raised his brow in confusion for a moment but realized that the army of mice was helping them get Guy out of here too. Goat smiled lightly and noticed Michael helping Guy through the building. He sprinted towards them and knocked them back onto his back.

"Hold on!" Goat shouted while sprinting through the building with a heavyweight on his back. Michael had Guy laid in front of him while he used his arms to keep him on the goat. He grabbed the goat's horns while Goat made a run towards Sam and Jeckles. Before Jeckles could turn around, Goat passed them. While Goat passed them, Michael quickly grabbed Sam by the under-arm and pulled him onto the back of the goat with both him and Guy.

Louis and Gluntz quickly sprinted out of the hideout with Goat following them. McWinkle and Dave slammed the hideout doors shut quickly behind them. Goat threw Michael, Sam, Guy, and Jean onto the ground with a heavy breath.

"Well...that one would've broken my back if I hadn't worked out often. Ow," Goat grunted, panting.

Dave picked up Guy and hauled him over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here!"

McWinkle knocked on the trashcans, which Michellee and E.B. peeked out from behind and approached the group.

"Agreed," Louis replied, panting along with Goat. "Let's go!"

The group immediately took off before the assassins can chase them down. Jean's wife and his daughter scurried out of Guy's hat and onto Michael's shoulder next to Jean. Jean didn't hesitate to bring them close to him.

"Are there any more safe places we can go to?!" Gluntz asked urgently. "Since we're not safe here!"

Dave had the idea in his head. "I know where we can hide for a few nights!"

"Where?!" Michellee questioned immediately.

Dave smiled at them with a hint of excitement in his eyes.  

To Be Continued...

*The end credits song will always be Whispers in the Dark by Skillet.*

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