Delectum

Chapter 15-little birdy

I look around my dark room my vision blurring and tunneling, my head thumping in time to my heart, i looked over at the small clock i acquired somehow, my glazed eyes read 1:30 am i slumped out of bed eager to visit the nurse to get some aspirin. I arrived at the nurses room and knock lightly on the door, i put my head against the cool stone while i waited for her too emerge, her tired old eyes peered out at me and she chuckled "now Lori I'm beginning to think we should permanently move you in here, now whats wrong love?' i mumble "Migraine...aspirin...noooow"she nods curtly, scuttles inside and returns with a glass of water with the aspirin, i gulp the pills down with the water and sigh with the cool taste of relief, i sit down for about thirty minutes until the pills kicked in. I pulled myself up and began towards my room;half way up the stairs the familiar smashing of glass, sent shivers down my back: Rebels! I begin to hurry up the stairs but i am stopped by a figure in a red cloak, familiar muddy-blond hair peeking out the side..."Lexi?" the figure turned around and stared at me with horror, "Lori you need to get out of here! Eames will kill you!" i just stare at her face, i regain myself and quickly bite back "who is Eames?!" she curses under her breath and runs off, my heart is beating furiously and my head is still light; i look in the direction lexi took off in just in time to see the last few seconds of a palace soldiers as she kills him, i step back, and realize im on the stair, i fall back, a cracking noise echoed in the hall as i fall, i finally reach the bottom of the stairs, a trail of blood left on the polished oak stairway. i examine the damage, my leg is bent in odd directions, i cant feel my arm and my migraine is back, i laugh at the ironic factor of it. "Funny isn't it" a deep male voice echoes behind me, the unfamiliarity of it tickles my nerves and makes me gulp. "the infamous Lorelei Mcfee, did your father ever mention me to you" i turn to face him, a cold chill goes down my back, i look at him, My father?, NO, the man looks just like him, its eerily calming, "wh-who are you?" i stutter out, the man makes a poor attempt at a laugh and valiantly states..."its me, your uncle Eames!". I stare at the man who tells no lie no matter how much i beg and wish to all the gods above that this is just some cruel joke; he touches my shoulder and whispers "a little birdy told me your the princes favorite...they'll pay a good amount for you" he picks me up and places me over his shoulder and escapes.