New chapter! Sorry for the long wait aha.

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John eventually struggled so much that the two strangers shot a dart into his leg too. He squirmed and tried to pull it out, but the girl, surprisingly strong, held his arms away. Feeling drowsy, his vision spun and he slowly blacked out.

When he came to, his wrists were chained together, and so were his ankles. He was laying on a very fancy white bed in a huge room. The sheets looked like they were made of silk, and little bursts of pearls adorned the edges. He was no longer chained, so he slowly got to his feet. There was a small wound in his arm where the dart had pierced him, and he rubbed the sore spot as he slowly wandered around the room.

There was a dresser pushed up to one side of the room, and a large, full-length mirror in one corner. John walked over to the window and glanced out, his eyes widening in shock.

He was apparently in some sort of huge castle, and his window overlooked the courtyard. There were marble statues down below, and he could see a few figures, probably guards, standing at the gates. He suddenly wondered when

John crept out of his room, looking around the halls as he slowly headed down the stairs. The palace was amazing, made up entirely of slate and obsidian, but had a sad and ominous air to it. It was empty and seemed so lonely.

As John descended down the stairs, he made a left and entered the main hall. There was a purple and gold throne at the back of the room, covered with dust like no one had sat there for a long time. He was just about to go through another door when he heard a subtle cough and snicker from behind him. He whirled around to see a male standing there.

He had blonde hair styled back, with a purple streak through the middle. His gold eyes watched John intensely and with mock cruelty. He was wearing royal garments, and glittering rings and jewels adorned his fingers.

"W-where do you think you're going, little prince?" He drawled in a strange accent.

"Little prince? Are you the one who kidnapped me?" John demanded in anger, though he was slightly wary of the taller male.

"Don't act dumb, John. You know-w you're the lost prince." The blonde scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Who are you and what are you even talking about?" John was in shock that this guy thought he was the missing prince. Sure, he may look like him, but he wasn't a prince! He had literally gotten here in a very short amount of time, and he barely knew his way around this place.

"My name is Eridan. Most people know-w me as the ev-vil w-wizard of the kingdom." He spoke with a triumphant air, as if he were proud to have gained the title over time.

"Evil?" John began to feel a little nervous. The guy seemed to have a few screws loose, thinking John was the prince and all, but combining that with the evil factor, well…the ravenette's chances were looking slim.

"Oh yes." The way Eridan smiled was starting to creep John out, so he slowly backed away. But there was nowhere to go.

"There's now-where you can hide from me in this mansion, little prince." He laughed as John pushed past him and ran, but started to cough and choke.

"Mw-wuahaha—oh god, my lungs—"

John ran down the hallway and nearly bumped into the same guy that had tranquilized him. He shoved him, and since he had a running start, both went flying onto the ground. Terrified, John jumped to his feet and continued to race down the hall. He made a few sharp turns and dashed up a flight of stairs before flinging himself into a room. He slammed the door behind him and looked around frantically for a place to hide.

He was in a large ballroom with a huge, arching ceiling and plenty of tables and chairs. He found a closet and ducked into it, scared as he heard the male he had knocked over follow him.

"Sollux, get him!" He heard Eridan yell.

"Thupid bathtard…" Sollux mumbled as he walked around. John held his breath as the blonde approached his closet and whipped it open.

"Get out, brat!" He snarled, reaching out to grab John's hair. The younger male darted forwards, avoiding his grasp, and ran for the door, but it was locked. He backed up in fear as Sollux approached him.

"You little thit, making my job harder." He huffed, grabbing the boy's arm and dragging him to the door. He unlocked it with a key from his pocket and pushed him through. Struggling, John glowered at the male.

"You're going to the dungeon for tonight." Sollux gave a devious smile.

Dave slowly blinked his eyes open. Nepeta's face swam into focus above him, tears in her bright yellow eyes. He slowly sat up as she backed away a little, giving him some space.

"Ugh…" As he rubbed his head, he remembered what had happened—the girl and the guy with the tranquilizer, John panicking….John! where was John?!

"Where did those assholes take John?" He growled as he got to his feet, making sure his sword and sheath were still clipped to his side.

"I don't know. I stayed with mew to make sure nothing happened to mew." She looked a little nervous, as if Dave was going to get angry at her, but his eyes softened. He slipped his shades on and started to walk in the direction of the town.

"Come on. We have to find someone to help us find John."

That's it for now, I hope you lovelies liked it!

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~samx