Some Strange Type of Peculiar Love

The Fall

Fiona's POV

Catch me

I sailed through the air as the trees grew out towards me. I hit the leaves and branches over and over not able to cling on. I landed in the stream. I fought and struggled to get to the top. My lungs filled with sea water and muck. I broke to the top and let the water carry me to the bank, too tired to fight it. I crawled out and coughed, every bone in my body ached, I think I had a few broken ribs. I coughed and my stomach emptied along with some seaweed that I had to pull out of my throat. I shook my hair and my braids came undone. I ran my fingers through my hair and laid on my back unable to move. I looked up at the sunny sky and saw a cloud that looked like a rhinoceros. I drifted off to sleep thinking of Victor.

"Wake up! Wake up!" Victor was shaking my shoulder. I sat up and stretched. I turned to him smiled.

"Good morning, Hugh wanted to let you sleep but I got bored with the waiting." I smiled and looked at my clock, it was 9:45. I started to drift off again when Victor shook my shoulder again.
"Wake up, wake up!" Victor shook my shoulder hard and I winced. I tired to pull away but his grip on me held.
"WAKE UP!" He boomed.
"WAKE UP!"

I gasped and awoke to that wight from the train station, Jonathan, digging his claws into my skin.
"Wake up!" She shouted. I shot up and turned to look at him. He pulled me up and I almost tripped on my feet, he yanked me forward and I gasped. It hurt to even breathe.
"Get up!" He yelled and pulled me along and I trudged in the sand and into the forest. My feet hurt as I stepped onto the broken branches and acorns. I saw the woman from before, Grace, and another red haired man, everyone else was gone.
"Evan, Grace, I found her." He pushed me forward and they laughed as I stumbled.
"Come here." The woman, Grace, commanded. I stepped forward and she bent down and grabbed metal handcuffs from the red head—Evan.
"It seems as ropes just won't do for you." She locked the cuffs onto my feet, they had no keyhole. She turned again and grabbed another set of cuffs that looked like little hollow torpedos. (A/N just imagine Elsa's cuffs from frozen lol) Put your hands in here." I did as I was told and she jammed my hands forcefully into the cuffs. The metal was cold but I could feel my hands starting to sweat. The chain between my hands only spread 5 inches apart. My eyes started to well up with tears but they only laughed harder.
"Let's go."

We walked for hours, we didn't even stop when it got dark. I was able to take my cuffs off for bathroom breaks only, and Grace watched me the entire time. Grace, what a strange name for someone who wants to kill an entire species of people, and animals. My feet were bloody and bruised and my face had a nasty right black eye which was swollen closed.  My nose was caked with blood and I was forced to breath through my mouth, I wondered if it was broken.
"Stop touching it." Evan muttered. I looked at him and put my metal cuffs down and trudged forwards.
"It's not broken." I nodded.
I felt like I could barley keep going as the sun came up. We finally reached another body of water. Grace unhooked me to use the bathroom and I tried to shake my hair free of sand. I stuffed my hands back in and I saw a boat pull up to the dock about 50 yards away. I got on the boat and sat down.
"Why do you have her?" I noticed the man driving the boat as Barron.
"She's a seed-sprout. I thought she'd come in handy due to the prophecy." Grace said, her sharp demeanor shrunk into meekness. Barron slammed his fist into the dash and turned bright red.
"THE BLOODY PROPHECY IS BULL! I WILL NEVER BE TRAPPED BY A DAMNED BIRD." My eyes were wide with fear. Where were we going?
"Now," he turned to me calm as if nothing ever happened. "Wouldn't you like out of those irons? We should treat our guests better, shouldn't we?" Everyone nodded fast asGrace hands trembled taking my cuffs off. "Doesn't that feel better?" I nodded. He clasped his hands together and started the engine. "We are going to a little place in Brazil, it's a loop from the 1600's." He smiled at me and reached his hand out. "Don't be shy, I'll help you. You'll never have to live in a loop again, wouldn't you like that?" Tears fell down my face, Miss Peregrine taught me about things like this. People who wanted away from ymbrynes, who wanted to live on their own. The first people who attempted this, who attempted to reset their time and become unstoppable were the wights. I shook my head no and started to choke on a sob. His face turned sour and he smacked me across the face.
"I offer you the gift of ever lasting life and you have the audacity to look afraid? You should be kissing my feet! All of you are breast fed weaklings, suckling off your ymbrynes for all eternity." His face softened and he clicked his tongue. "Such a shame, you would have been such an asset." He pulled back the lever and we sped away from the dock.

3 weeks later.

I grew coconuts and other fruits for the wights, who could now create loops. I spent all day outdoors doing their dirty work. Barron left a few days after I arrived. I was here with Grace, Evan, and Jonathan. There were a few other prisoners too. A girl like Olive who could float, only she could control it. Her name was Esmerelda, she was about 9 I think. I gathered that she used to live in the village nearby, but I never understood anything she said without James. Then there was a boy who would control the lightning and store it for later, Marcus. He was American like Jake but he was only 13. He used to be in a loop with a telekinetic girl his age named Melina, who he takes about all the time. Lastly there was a little boy named James, he couldn't have been more than 5 and could speak any language once he heard one word from it. We spent all day working, if we did anything wrong we were locked up and whipped. We stayed together in a cell in the basement at night. It got cold down there and the bugs were terrible. James would cry for his Ymbryne Miss Finch, only her called her mommy. I would rock him back and forth until he fell asleep. Esmerelda and Marcus would fall asleep leaning on me too. At nights while everyone was sleeping I thought of Hugh. I'd imagine escaping with everyone and finding Hugh. Some nights I wished he moved on, that he wasn't sad. Other nights I wish that he was at the menagerie, or that I died when I fell off the cliff. I tried to dream about Hugh, but they almost always were about Victor or the house.

We were only fed once a day, usually bread crusts. I try to sneak in berries for us but never too much that I'd get caught. Eventually James stopped crying so much and my body didn't hurt as bad. Marcus still had nightmares and Esmerelda still floated when she was afraid, but we were adjusting—I hated it. I wanted to be home, wherever that was, with Hugh.
But alas, I was here.

3/11/21