Arthur's Note - This is so long. So long. I almost maxed out the limit of letters Tapas allows in a single chapter. The max is 15,000 letters. 

(Finch's point of view)

I was desperate as I weaved through car after car going at least double the speed limit. I'm sure I looked as desperate as I felt. I probably looked like a bundle of anxiety riddled nerves driving an expensive sports car. My father tried to call me a few times but I never answered. About the 12th time he called, my messed up self hit my limit and I chucked the phone out of the car and onto the highway. It got pulverized by another car quickly. I only stopped or slowed down once the entire time because the major stoplight turned red. This thing had at least 8 lanes going in every direction. You can't plow through that and live. There's just no way. I've seen people try. So I was forced to stop.

I'm no use to Peta if I'm dead. So I sat in my now stopped car shaking from nerves. The woman in the car on my left looked at me and was suddenly very happy she wasn't me. She had a few kids in the car so she gave me one of those warm motherly smiles. I managed a shaky nod before the light turned green and I went from zero to one hundred and twenty miles an hour in under a minute. 

I made it to the abandoned factory in less then half the regular time....... 

...... I- I don't know what Peta is to me?.... 

Why am I thinking about this now? This is so not the time for this. This train of thought came out of nowhere but I couldn't make my brain stop thinking about it.

When you cut all of the excess away.... the situation, her abduction, the trauma... what are you left with?

Nothing?......

If we had just met in passing on the street would we even bother to remember each others names as we walked away?

No, there is something.... Some sort of feeling.... But what made that feeling? Did the situation make it? Where did this feeling come from? Did it come from somewhere healthy? Can we build a relationship on it or will it crumble when we try?

I know nothing about her and she knows nothing about me. She just lived with me against her will for a few weeks. I didn't drag her into this situation but I went along with it. What is she to me? What am I to her? Does she even like girls? A friend? A pet? A love interest? Am I saving her because I think it's my reasonability? Do we actually like each other as people? Does she like my personality? Do I like her personality? We've never even had an in depth conversation about anything. We know nothing about each other....... This can't be love. Can it? Does love work like this? Is it a mild obsession? Maybe? If we don't love each other then why am I turning the world upside down to get to her? Does she even want me to go get her? Why did I even want her as my pet in the first place?!

I don't know.

I have a feeling that I could think about this all day and never get anywhere. This is something Peta and I need to figure out together. Even if I could come up with the answers I didn't have time to figure all of that out now. All my scrambled brain could come up with is that I need her to be safe. So I'll focus on only that for now.

I parked my car in an abandoned building a few blocks away. I made sure my car couldn't be seen from a window so no one would find it easily. If my car was discovered it would cause problems. I'm alone. My father and his men aren't here yet. They didn't break every speed limit on the way here. I need the element of surprise. I opened my trunk and started gearing up. I put on anything that could be useful a gun in my right shoe, a gun in my waist band, a knife in my waist band, and some smoke bombs in the little pockets in my sleeves. As a last minute decision I grabbed a bullet proof vest and strapped that on. I double checked everything and once I deemed it satisfactory I closed the trunk and walked up the old stairs to the roof. I had a clear view of the abandoned building Peta was in from here. All of the exits and windows were guarded but there was a blind spot when the guards rotated. In the bind spot was a vent just big enough to crawl through. 

I climbed off the roof on the fire escape carful not to be seen or make noise. I crept through alleys until I was strait across from the vent hidden in one of the allies. I waited ,still lightly shaking, until the guards rotated again. The second no one was looking I sprinted as fast as I could to the vent. I gave a hard tug and the cover thankfully came right off with only a little noise. I scrambled into the small space and pulled the cover back into place just as the guards came back.

I slowly crawled through the tight space. It was dark and covered in dirt but I made it into the building. There was only one direction I could go so I just shuffled through the dirty space until I came across a vent. I wiped the cobwebs off of the vent and peered through the slots. The room was small with only one door leading in and out. It looked like a stereotypical break room you would find in pretty much any office building. It had a table and chairs in the center directly under the vent and a couch next to the wall. It even had a fucking espresso machine. I waited a few minutes to make sure I couldn't see of hear anyone before I carefully pulled off the vent cover and slide through the opening landing on the table with a soft thud. What I really wanted to do is run around this building as fast as I could until I found Peta but I couldn't do that.

I hopped off the table and pressed my ear against the door. After I didn't hear anything for a while I opened the door and crept out. The only option was to got left or right so I picked right and went with it. There was nothing here to hide behind if I came across anyone so I walked like I belonged there. My poster was strait, my stride was confident, My head was healed high, my hands were visible and casual by my sides. I appeared to know exactly want was happening and where I was going.

I walked down a few hallways with no incident until someone started walking down the same hallway. I didn't slow down or hesitate. When he spotted me I nodded at him. He simply nodded back and continued walking. I passed a few more hallways and a few more people without incident. I nodded at them. They nodded back.

I'm surprised there aren't more people walking around this place. No one seems to know who I am either. They must've not been briefed properly when this whole thing started. I'm not surprised though my brother has never been one to think of the details. I passed by allot of doors but they where all dirty and empty. I finally came across a door that was being guarded. It looked important. Two strong looking people stood on each side of the door. I just walked right in the door like I worked here. They all simply glanced at me and decided I must've belonged here. One of them even open the door for me. Wow. I can't believe that worked.

I walked into a big room full of monitors. People where milling about watching the screens and having conversations. I stood in the back near the corner just looking through the screens. I was getting worried I wouldn't see Peta until I got to the last screen near the top right corner. I could see Peta curled up on the floor of a room looking horrible. She was thin and dirty and in obvious pain. It hurt to see her in that state. I wanted to go hold her. I was so mad that anyone hurt her. So mad, but I needed to calm down and think.

I walked up to the closed person and said, "Excuse me. The monitor on the top right. How do I get to that room?" They gave me an odd look so I quickly added, "I'm new here. This is my first day and someone asked me to check on her." 

They nodded and answered, "Ya, when you walk out the door you just go right until you hit a wall and then you take a left. The door is at the end of that hallway." I thanked them and turned to leave. As I was almost to the door it opened and my brother walked in. I tried to turn my face away but it was to late. He only saw my face for a second but it was enough. I reacted like I trained to and ducked under the nearest table just as he started shooting. He was mostly aiming for me but he didn't care if he hit someone else in the prosses. I grab the closed person to me and yank them under the table saving them from getting shot. I started to crawl from table to table as everyone else that was still alive ran out of the room. I eventually made it about ten feet from him just as he ran out of bullets. I jumped up and punched him. Hard.

He fell backwards and hit his head on the wall knocking himself out. I jumped over him and ran out of the room. I had to shove past many people but no one tried to stop me. They lost any loyalty to my brother when he aimed for them. I followed the directions I was given. I turned right and bolted down the hallway. I didn't bother to slow down as I just crashed into the wall and pushed off of it to start going left. I bolted down that hallway too. I didn't slow down when I saw the meatal door either. I just slammed into it in order to stop.

I looked for a way to open the door. I pulled on it. I clawed at it but nothing was working. I needed something stronger. By now my father and his people had shown up and they were starting to round people up and try to figure out what was happening. They were mostly looking for my brother. A few people tried to fight back so gunshots were going off everywhere. I didn't want to leave Peta but I needed something to help me. I turned around and ran back down the hallway. I kicked open door after door until I saw a crowbar leaning up against the corner of a room.

I've never been so happy to see a crowbar. I walked into the room to get it but the door loudly slammed shut behind me. I knew who it was without the need to turn around. It couldn't be that easy. "Brother, I wish I could say it's nice to see you but that would be a lie." He chuckled at my words but didn't respond. Instead he went off into his own monolog, "I used to look up to you, ya know. I wanted to be as strong as you. I wanted father to praise me as he praised you."

I scoffed, "You think that was praise? The only reason he's helping me now is because he couldn't loose both of his heirs at the same time. He doesn't care about either of us. His love won't bring either of us happiness. If you want his love I'll get out of your way. It's not worth more to me then Peta." 

He responded like he didn't hear me, "Once I get ride of you and tame that thing you call a pet. He'll have no choice but to make me the favorite." Ya, that's how that works. He'll just pick another heir and kill my brother himself.

I clenched my teeth at his mention of Peta, "You know what. I take that back. I'm glad I'm dad's favorite. It kept me from being as pathetic as you are." He was done with talking and lunged at me but I grabbed the crowbar with both of my hands and turned around swinging. It hit him right in the chest but he managed to grip my hair pulling me onto the floor with him. I dropped the crowbar on accident and from then on it was just us rolling around trying to kill each other any way we could. He scratched me. I bit him. He pulled my hair. I broke his nose. He punched me. I kicked him.

He managed to pin me down after I bit him for the fourth time. He picked a piece of wood off of the floor and hit me in the head with it. Hard. I fell to the floor and he took the opportunity to wrap his hands around my neck and cut off my airway. I tried to pull in air but I couldn't. I knew I couldn't get him off of me so I reached in the direction where I thought the crowbar was. My vision was black and I was getting weaker but my hand brushed up against the metal. I made my numb fingers grab it. Using my last bit of strength I jabbed the pointy of the crowbar into his side. It went in pretty deep. He let go with a surprised gasp and fell off of me onto the floor. I laid on the floor taking in air for a few minutes. When I could see and move again I leaned over and harshly ripped the crowbar out of his side. He tried to scream but he just started coughing up blood.

I left him there dying on the floor. I went back to running as fast as I could crowbar in hand. I slammed into the metal door before I could stop again but I didn't care. I'm so close. I'm so close to getting Peta back. I only paused to look at the lock for a minute before I went to work trying to break it off. I had to throw myself at the lock and crowbar a few times but the lock fell to the ground with a satisfying thud. I threw myself at the heavy door again to get it open. I almost cried out of relief when I ran to Peta.