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Before he can start talking, however, the boy comes to the door, and I step aside as he leans down and peers through the keyhole, then makes sure it's locked tightly and places, as quietly as possible, a few boxes in front of it. I fold my arms across my chest and think about how the crazy guy opened the door that night. I don't think this precautionary measure will help if someone finds us here.
"I don't think anyone will bother us until the morning," he says after he's finished his job, as he shook the dust off his hands, "though I doubt this discussion will last that long. Come on, let's get down to business, sit down somewhere."
I look behind me and take a seat on one of the boxes. It's filled with something hard, and that's good, because otherwise I would have fallen in.
"So are you going to explain to me what the deal is and why you think I should believe you don't want to hurt me?"
"Your friends are also on the island. They're staying in the village now. If I had bad intentions, I'd deal with them first."
"My friends?"
"The blonde girl and the boy with two pigtails or they're not your friends?"
His voice sounds strange when he says "the blonde girl". I frown.
"If you've done anything to them..." I start.
"Hey, why does everyone think I'm the bad guy? I didn't do anything to your friends, that's what I'm telling you. Look."
He hands me a piece of paper, which I reluctantly open. I can't see what it says, and he, realizing this, pulls aside a quilt placed over a window. I hadn't even noticed it was there.
Now I can see the writing on the note. It's one I'd recognize out of a thousand, because it's Zoe's.
𝐲/𝐧, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲. 𝐈 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢, 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮.
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐮𝐬.
As soon as I finish reading the note I look carefully at the handwriting, looking for anything that might resemble a code that would give it away that she wrote it against her will, but I don't see anything like that. Eventually I'm forced to admit that the note is genuine, and, assuming he is this Childe she's talking about, my next question is:
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Those Who Dream of Freedom (Scaramouche x fem!reader)
Fanfic(UNDER RECONSTRUCTION) ★ This is a rewritten version of Under the Blue Sky. As I said in an *announcement* in my other story, I thought it should be rewritten to fix some of the mistakes that came up along the way, but also to add new chapters for t...
