I woke up in another dark cell. The only way I could tell that it was different was because I stared at my old one for so long. I memorized every detail on the wall.
'I can't do this anymore...' I thought to myself as the next form of torture came. 'I won't.' I decided right then and there that I was breaking out.
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I channeled my energy into the chains that were holding me down. The circlet made it hard...plus, I was mentally drained.
Typical me: I blacked out.
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When I woke up, I was alone. I breathed a sigh of relief, and painfully got up. The pain was astronomical, but I reminded myself that pain didn't exist. My hobble to th door was excruciatingly slow, but, eventually, I got to the door. It was locked. I cursed, then remembered that a had a bobby pin in my hair when I was kidnapped. I jangle the pin and unlocked the door.
Although, there was and endless number of hallways, I arrived at the door. I smiled to myself: I was going home.
Then I stepped out of the door and into...the Statue of Liberty?
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Fostering Foster
FanfictionWhen Sophie Foster is banned from the Lost Cities, she is transported into Foster Care in the Forbidden Cities. Percy Jackson just wanted a normal life...but that never happens, does it? Also, there might be some TW's for blood and gore. Thanks to...
