Revenge of the Serval

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>It's been almost a year since the disappearance of your teacher
>It happened all so suddenly. One day she was there, and then the next, she was gone.
>All of the adults were acting really strange for a long time
>Some of them seemed like they were angry at her
>Others pretended like she never existed
>All you knew is that something bad happened and then she had to leave, but nobody would tell you or your friends why

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>It made you very upset to lose your favorite teacher
>She was really cool and nice
>Out of all the teachers, her hugs were the best
>Even better than Ms. Ursa's hugs
>You must have cried for days when you heard that she was never coming back
>Your parents got really upset and made you talk to a police officer when you told them she was your best friend at school and that you would miss playing games with her during recess
>You can't remember what he asked you exactly, but the questions were really weird and made you uncomfortable
>They said she hurt another kid in your class very seriously
>They had to have been lying. You know your teacher really well, and you know she'd never hurt anybody
>Multiple adults came in and asked you the same thing over and over, but in different ways
>It made you mad how they all wanted to make her seem like a bad person
>After the people at the police department were done asking you questions, they talked to your parents
>They seemed to be less worried now, but dad said you were all going on vacation to Mexico to try and forget about everything

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>It was really cool to see the beach for the first time
>Your parents said you could go anywhere as long as you stayed inside the resort fence
>You were building a sandcastle at the far end of the long strip of beach when something caught your eye
>Could it be?
>No way.
>She's too far away to be certain, but... You swear you can see her
>Ms. Serval?

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>You jumped to your feet and dashed to the fence
>Your heart was racing. Through a small crowd of people, beach chairs and umbrellas, you could see an anthro relaxing comfortably with a drink in her hand
>A lump formed in your throat. That had to be her
>Before you knew it, you ran the short distance into the water to go around the fence
>Big mistake
>The fence was anchored to a rocky outcropping
>Not only were the rocks sharp, the waves threatened to take you off your feet
>You had to see if it was really her though. No matter what, you had to make it to the other side to go see
>Just as you cleared the rocks, a wave crashed over your back and sent you tumbling head over heels towards the sandy beach
>You barely had enough time to see the serval anthro standing from her chair to leave towards the hotel before another wave pummeled you face-first into the sand
>Crap crap crap! She's getting away!
>By the time you reached solid ground, the anthro was halfway to the hotel
>You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, shoving through beach-goers to keep up with the anthro
>Oh no, she's about to take a corner
>You can't lose her! Not now!
>You wanted to call out, but you were too embarrassed. What if it's just a stranger?
>You skidded to a stop as you rounded the corner. "Wait!"
>But there was nobody there
>Only a long awning, and about a dozen hotel room doors
>Your lungs burned from the mad dash to catch up to the anthro
>Something else was burning too
>Your feet... OH MY GOD, YOUR FEET
>Blood pooled below you from the several deep, burning gashes in your feet
>Panic quickly set in and you began to feel like you were going to faint
>This was bad... It would take at least 5 minutes to walk back to the hotel room from here
>You didn't even know where your parents were
>You shuffled forward a few steps before falling to your knees
>You felt sleepy, and the world was going dark
>Using the last bit of strength left in your body, you called out for your teacher

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>This always happened to you when you started bleeding
>Even a small amount made you want to faint
>it took every last ounce of effort to call for help again
>Your voice came out as a pathetic whimper as you again struggled to remain awake
>You were starting to get scared. You knew you were in danger, and you knew your parents were going to kill you when they found out you went outside the fence
>A few feet away, you heard a door slowly open
>You heard a female gasp in panic, then whisper, "What the fuck!?"
>Sand sprayed everywhere as the serval dashed from the door to your side
>It was her
>You could hardly believe it
>But the excitement wasn't enough to keep you from drifting off. You felt so cold and light headed
>The last thing you remember before falling asleep was Ms. Serval's terrified voice
>She sounded hushed and afraid
>"Anon, what.. what's going on? Who brought you here?"

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>it was like drifting in and out of a dream for a little while
>You remember her yelling at somebody on the phone in a hushed voice
>She really sounded afraid.
>"Yes, I know you fucking told me to lay low! I'm telling you, this is NOT-- NO. Fuck you. Just do it, have it ready by tomorrow morning!"
>You started to become more coherent as you felt cloth being tightly wrapped around your feet
>For some reason you were on the bathroom floor
>Ms. Serval was sitting on the edge of the bath tub, still wearing her bikini.
>Your ankle was held securely between her thighs while she frantically treated your cuts
>"Miss Ser-"
>She cut you off in that panicked, hushed voice again.
>"Anon, we have to be quiet, and you have to tell me why you're here, right now. Please, you *have to* tell me."
>She sounded so afraid that you began to worry
>"Um... I'm just here on vacation with my parents. I missed you a lot and when I saw you I wanted to come see if it was really you."
>Somehow your answer seemed to make her even more upset

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>She shook her head in disbelief. Tears began to well in her eyes as her tone turned to anger.
>"Anon, I'm serious! What the fuck are you doing here? Who's trying to find me? The cops? Your dad? Is your dad trying to find me or something? I don't-"
>Her chest heaved with quick, panicked breaths. You'd never seen your teacher like this before, and it scared you.
>Without warning, she reached down to pull you up off of the bathroom floor. Her muzzle was inches from your nose, and her paws squeezed your shoulders painfully.
>She whispered, "You're the bait, aren't you? They're using you to prove it's me. Why else would you be here?"
>The serval jumped to her feet and dashed out of the bathroom, leaving you confused and afraid. In the next room, you could hear her rifling through drawers.
>You stepped forward to see your teacher frantically stuffing her belongings into a suitcase.
>You began to cry. You didn't even know what to say.
>"Why are you doing this...? Why did you leave school? You were my favorite teacher, how come you didn't tell us you had to go?"
>Ms. Serval thrust the last wad of clothes into her bag and struggled with the zipper. It must have caught on something.
>"FUCK!"
>You cried even harder, now genuinely afraid.
>The feline's tail twitched angrily behind her as she collected herself.
>"Anon, you have to stop crying. Right now."
>She turned to face you and asked you again, very slowly.
>"Before I brought you in here, were you with anybody? Parents? Brothers, sisters, police- anybody?"
>Your face scrunched up as you fought back tears.
>"No... I snuck across the fence to see-"
>Ms. Serval rushed to the bathroom and knelt down in front of you.
>Her voice was hushed and stern.
>"Listen, anon. This is very important. I don't have time to explain anything, but I need you to come with me to my truck. We're going to go somewhere, ok?
>Your spirits seemed to lift. You were going to get to drive with Ms. Serval?

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>You had always wondered what your teachers were like ouside of school. The leading theory was that they lived in their classrooms.
>"Really? Where are we going?"
>"Just get in and I'll tell you, alright?"
>You nodded your head, and before you knew it, you were being pulled out of the bathroom. Your foot ached, but you could manage.
>Ms. Serval grabbed her suitcase, cleared her throat and took a deep, cleansing breath.
>She reached for your hand and held on to it tightly before opening the door to the hot afternoon weather.
>As you walked out the door, you noticed a patch of freshly disturbed sand where you had been bleeding
>You hardly had time to look with how quickly she was pulling you towards her vehicle.
>It was an old, ratty looking land cruiser with faded blue paint
>"Can you give me a hint?"
>She squeezed your hand in response and hissed, "Shh. I'll tell you once we get going. Just hurry up, come on."

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[Anon's Parents]
>The Mexican authorities were incompetent at best, and completely apathetic at worst.
>They insisted they could not take a missing persons report until 24 hours after Anon was last seen
>To make things worse, the language barrier made communications nearly impossible
>Hotel staff didn't want to seem to get involved
>Locals brushed you and your wife off
>Even the Embassy didn't offer much in the way of help
>Nearly 30 hours had passed before you were able to speak with a detective who spoke fluent English
>When he met with you and your wife to take the report, he spoke quite bluntly.
>"Sr. Anon, I understand your concern. I regret to tell you this, but this is not the first time we have seen a kidnapping in this area. Quite frankly, there is nothing we can do until you receive a ransom. This is how these circles operate. I suggest you gather your savings and have cash on hand. Typically they will call you 2-3 days after your child has gone missing. I'm very sorry. I wish we were equipped to handle these kinds of cases, but all I can do is to tell you what to expect."
>Hours passed
>Days
>That phone call never did come.