Two Little Devils (RoWen Short Story) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2

(Continuation...)

Narrator: Wendy was trying to trap her next victim when suddenly, someone covered her eyes and dragged her to who knows where. Since she was just a little girl and just loves to play pranks on everybody, she never had the strength to struggle against the tight grip on her eyes.

Mirajane (in a deep, scary voice, pretending to be a man): Don't struggle or else I'll cut your head off.

Narrator: For the first time in forever, Wendy shook in fear. She was just a mischievous and playful type of person, not the sadist and the fierce type. Although she was aware that the people around her were afraid of her, (and she's glad about it), never would have she thought that a man (or as she thought) would make her shake in fear.

She just felt that they entered a what seemed like a storage room. The man/Mirajane covered her eyes with a hankerchief, making it impossible for her to see anymore further. Mirajane also put a cloth on Wendy's mouth, resulting for her to have the disability to speak either. Her hands and feet were tired up by a rope. Now she sat on the cement, squirming. She soon knew by the door opening and closing that her kinapper had already left, making her a little relieved.

But her relief was soon replaced with fear as she heard a quiet sob just across a room. By the looks of it, it was a boy. She felt strange. She thought that she might have heard this voice somewhere before. She couldn't figure out on to whom it belonged though. She kept quiet, telling herself that maybe it was just her wild imagination, but then a moment later, she heard it again.

Wendy (in her mind, sounding fierce and annoyed but then a little bit scared): Ugh. Would you stop, imagination? You can be useful at times, but don't scare me at times like these ones.

Narrator: The quiet cries never stopped, making Wendy shiver. Now she knew it was not just her imagination. She was fully awake and not in the mood to sleep. She's not tired either. That means that she's in the freaking reality with a ghost trying to scare the life out of her.

The door opened and closed once again, and Wendy heard the lights being switched on. She didn't know if it was the ghost still making her frightened, or was it her kidnapper.

She tried to ask the kidnapper on what he/she was going to do with her, and almost threatened her to kill her if she broke free right now, but then she remembered that she could neither speak nor move freely at her current state. She facepalmed mentally.

Wendy (in her mind, frustrated): Damn. How could I ever forget that I'm all tied up?

Narrator: She heard a voice—the voice that she just heard awhile ago. Now she was really certain that it belonged to a boy. And she knew him very well even if they do not speak to each other that much. He was like her partner-in-crime.

She could tell by the boy's voice that the cloth on his mouth was the only one removed from him. He still couldn't move, but now can freely speak. His voice was almost cracked up, meaning he was the one crying awhile back.

Boy: What the hell? Mirajane? What is this? Why am I stuck in here? And who is she—wait. Isn't that Wendy Marvell?

Narrator: There was no mistaking it. The voice belonged to Romeo Conbolt.

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There you go! Chapter 2! :D