Chapter 6

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When Heather woke she found herself unable to move. Her senses started to acclimate to her surroundings and the moment she realized there were chains on her limbs she started panicking. She was chained to a cold, stone wall and was held inside a dark room. She was still wearing the outfit from the Christmas party, with the exception of a few holes that found their way into her tights. Her head was pounding and her eyes had started to adjust to the darkness. She appeared to be in a warehouse of some kind but she could not recall any other details. Footsteps echoed in the hallow room and she was met with familiar red eyes.

"Lydia." Heather spat, causing the circus ghost to smirk. She was in her usual attire, consisting of a strapless crop top and short black shorts. Her body was covered in various tattoos and she had several piercings on her face. Her hair was shaved for the most part, with the exception of a few spikes. She wore a long hooded red cape that escalated the creepy nature of her entirely glowing red eyes. She never spoke, but portrayed her words in actions.

"What do you want?" Heather snarled, attempting to swallow her fear. She apparently failed, when Lydia smirked and smacked her hard across the face.

"Oh Lydia don't damage her too much yet." Freakshow's voice rang out from the darkness. "We have big plans for her."

"What do you want from me you freak?" Heather asked. She already knew the answer but she couldn't stop the words from coming out.

"You already know that my dear." He cackled. "You have some things that belong to me."

"I don't have them." She smirked. Lydia kicked her.

"Lying doesn't suite you Heather." Freakshow gave her a wild smile. "Or should I say Scarlett? You're clever girl, changing your name and appearance. It took my accomplice quite a long while to find you."

Heather glared at him earning another kick from Lydia. She groaned at the impact and sneered up at him. "That was the point."

"Well we outsmarted you." He laughed. "Did you honestly think the last gem would just be next to a trashcan?" Heather said nothing. "I had the last gem stupid girl. I know you have the other three, now tell me where they are!" Freakshow abruptly switched to anger and it startled Heather. He neared her and grabbed hold of her throat. He squeezed his pale grey hand on her throat and she choked as she attempted to gasp in air. She felt her skin turn red as she struggled to get oxygen. Just as she was feeling faint, he let go of her causing her to cough and gobble down air.

"You're useless" He spat, kicking her ribs. She whined in pain through her gasps as she tried to hide back the tears. He motioned Lydia to leave and the two exited the warehouse. Heather let her tears fall as they slammed the door shut. She shouldn't have left the party. She should have just stayed inside. It was too late now and here she was being held captive again. She thought about Danny and wondered if he was looking for her. Did he even notice she was gone? Doubt entered her mind as she tried to drown out the pain erupting from her midsection. She could feel the bruising form on her neck and she sobbed.

"Danny, Walker, anyone, please find me." She whispered to herself. She closed her eyes and focused on breathing.   

Danny rushed to find Sam and Tucker the next day. He couldn't focus on anything but trying to find where Heather was. He barged into Sam's room and grabbed her by her arm. Ignoring her protests, he flew her to Tuckers to have them in the same room. Confused, they turned to him and saw the panicked look on his face.

"Danny what's wrong?" Sam asked. Her voice still sounded irritated from the incident at the party but her curiosity got the best of her.

"Scarlett, she's missing." Danny blurted. Tucker turned his head.

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