Underground Witch (GB+SB ff.)

its alive! its alive!

...and i am back, crawling from hell!

this chapter is dedicated to:
free_spirit_15
punckylulu
CraftyErin
staciercw
stappb2368

“what a disappointment...”

well, she had seen it coming.

she listens as the footsteps were fading through the halls. a ghost smile was painted on her pink lips, she could feel the cold softly kissing her feet. there was a glimpse of disappointment that crossed through her green-leaf eyes before it instantly disappear.

“luke... gabriel... mr. blackbourne...”

‘how peculiar...’, she thought.

just how many are they?

“one, two, three, four, five - ”

“ - twelve, thirteen, and fourteen.”

there's fourteen of them.

which means two times the fun. two times the horrors that they'll be facing. not only would she embrace laughter. the castle itself will join the mischief.

boy, oh boy.

she giggles.

she could already hear the screams of terror that echo through the halls - most of those screams would be from a blue-eyed fashionista.

ah, music to her ears.

she remember those days where she was still a free person herself. no chains. no restraints. it was only the taste of freedom and her free will. at this moment, she should be wrecking havoc and causing trouble from a nearby village, not trap in an underground dungeon of a weirdly magical castle.

ah, those days.

she let her freakishly-long and shapely snake-like tongue escape from her mouth, licking the nostalgia from her lips.

too bad, too sad.

she won't be able to go back to those days. not with her still trap in the dungeon with shackles on both of her hands and feet, limiting her movement to a minimum.

she tsk-ed.

she really despise these chains. one of these days, she would reach th - she snap out of her thoughts when she heard the walls of the castle moving on its own. it was like - it was reconstructing and changing while the new owners of the castle was fast asleep under the thick covers of their comfy bed.

there was a reason why sang hadn't entirely gone insane while being deprived of her freedom.

the castle is one of those reason.

why? it's simple, really.

the castle is alive.

...and, maybe, it was also one of the reason why sang couldn't escape.

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short reddish-brown hair that looks soft like rabbit fur is seen passing through layers of trees like a blur. a hooded-figure was jogging through the leaf-carpeted path while steadily keeping his pace.

nathan check the time through his wristwatch. it was almost time for breakfast. not only that, mr. blackbourne had requested their presence after the meal for a short and brief meeting. he had no clue what it was all about, but according to kota, it would be about their new promotion.