Some Strange Type of Peculiar Love

The Spy

Fiona's POV

It had been around 2 months since I've been here. Or is it 3? I can never keep count. I've gotten used to it here, much to my despise.
Marcus spent all day talking about his old life, mostly Melina. Esmerelda and James mostly kept to themselves. Marcus tried to keep us going, but he couldn't boost our moral like he used to. His eyes were sunken in and his ribs were protruding from his shirt like a bird trying to open its wings. We had one foggy mirror in our room made out of a dirty serving plate (so we couldn't smash it and use it as a weapon.) I was looking worse for wear myself. Most nights they took us individually and made us practice our talents. They mostly left James alone, as he wasn't one you could necessarily show off. When we refused we were whipped. I had 15 lashes one night, but Marcus has over 50. Or even worse, they would threat to pit us against  each other. Once a week we could bathe in a creek nearby.

But that all changed when Barron came back.

On a regular night like all the others, we were locked in the cell for the night. We finally got a bathroom, no shower but still a toilet and a sink. I was drifting off to sleep when I heard yelling.
"He's trapped! Those damned kids outsmarted him!"
"Who? What kids?" Grace asked. She sounded worried, and that was never good.
James started to whimper as Esmerelda started humming a soft melody.
"Alma's kids! They trapped him in the Library of Souls!"
"How?" Grace shouted. I could hear her chair scratching against the floor. Her heels clicked as she paced the room above.
"How do we get to him?"
"Bentham wrote a script for something like this-"
Suddenly the door swung open, it was Evan.
"Get up, you need to go now!"
We stared at him in fear. Evan dug his fingers into his eyes and took our two white colored discs, his eyes were normal. Evan then turned into a 30 something year old black man.
"You're a shapeshifter!" Marcus shouted. I clasped my hand over his mouth. Evan-or whatever his name was- shifted back into the wight and put the discs back in.
"Let's go."

We walked lightly up the wooden stairs and into the moonlight. We dashed like madmen into the jungle trying not to break any twigs. Esmerelda floated above the ground but then had to walk as Evan told her hollows would be able to track us. I carried James on my back.
"How are you here?" Marcus asked.
"I'm undercover. I killed the real Evan Lillivold and assumed his identity. I've been helping escaped peculiars for years."
I wanted to ask him about the train station, but I couldn't.
"Where are we going, will we age forward?"
Evan shook his head.
"No, don't worry. Just be quiet."
Just as he stopped talking, a siren went off.
"Run! Run to the coast!" Evan was no longer trying to be quiet, they were after us now. The roar of the siren deafened me and I struggled to stay calm. James started to cry but hushed up quickly. I heard growling—hollows.
"Just keep going! Run to the water and get into the boat!"
My lungs burned and my arms grew weak with every step. I could hear them getting closer. The jungle floor started to mix with the sand, we were almost there. I handed James to Esmerelda and she glided gracefully to the boat. Evan jumped in and behind him was Marcus, but I was 20 feet away.
"Hurry!"
I shook my head, I wasn't going to make it.
"They'll kill you!"
Marcus and James pleaded with me but I heard the wights getting closer. Evan started the boat and I kneeled down to Earth and commanded it to grow a wall of vines as thick and strong as bricks. The trees bent in assistance. I took one last look at my friends taking off in the boat off into the sunrise.

I never heard or saw anything from them ever again.

Some days I thought they made it safe and sound and just didn't know how to reach me. Other days I think they capsized at sea like we did when we first sailed of our island, only they didn't get up.

I heard the rustling and slashing of something sharp. Barron cut down my vines and greenery and emerged with a machete. He charged me and grabbed me by my throat and held me to the sky.
"WHERE ARE THEY?" He shouted.
I smiled.
"Want me to kill her?" Grace offered.
"No, we need her. I'm going back to the acre."
"What for."
Barron held me up still as he smiled at Grace.
"The mind controller."
"Why?"
"Trust me, you'll see."
I struggled and kicked Barron in his jaw. I regretted it as soon as I saw his eyes turn red. He threw me into the ground and kicked me. Sand flew into my eyes and mouth. Barron bent down and whispered into my ear,
"If I could, I would feed you to that hollow right there." He pointed into the invisible growling space. I grunted and he lifted me up again. Jonathan tied my hands together now and dragged me back to my personal hell.

For punishment, I wasn't allowed food or water for 6 days, they also took my blankets. At night I'd wait until it got just cold enough and lick the slimy disgusting brick walls for a few droplets of water. It wasn't as bad down here when Esmerelda, Marcus, and James were here with me, but now it felt darker. I felt more alone than ever. I started to think about Victor more. He was lucky, he didn't have to stay here like this. Every night I thought of Hugh's laugh, Enoch's snarky comebacks, Millard's gossip, Emma's sisterly nature, Bronwyn's motherly nature, Horace's humor and ability to make me laugh, Claire's smile, Olive's sass, Jake's optimism, and the twins... yea I didn't think of them too much, they never really spoke. Then a new thought shook me to my core, did they even miss me? I never spoke either, and they were very easy to let the twins stay with the gypsies. But if they didn't, maybe it was better that way.

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Hey guys remember to like and comment. Should I make an Enolive fan fiction or some other one shots ?