Threads Become Chains

A Trickle Of Blood

Oswald, once the trio had gotten the children to safety (avoiding all patrols from the royal guard), followed the other duo. Watching helplessly as both were bound in chains. Minnie forced to be by Mortimer's side as Mickey was involuntarily witnessing it all. Though with every chance he could break free, was only met with a blow to the head and neck. How he was still somewhat conscious was beyond him.

Slipping through the iron gates once the carriage had passed through. Sneaking into a passageway that would lead him directly to the dungeon. He memorized the map. If he could rescue both Ortensia and Madame Clarabelle, then that would be another part to end the blackmail.

Right before he could open the doors, he could hear a random solder and what sounded like to be the Madame. It wasn't a pleasant conversation that's for sure. Cracking the entrance a tad his eyes widened at the sight.

"Leave her alone!" Madame shouted through the rusty bars. Reaching out as if she could phase through them at any time.

"Eh shut-up ya old hag! Captain Pete might not want to whip the information outta her anymore. But I sure will." With a sudden and quick motion, another lash landed upon Ortensia's bare and deeply scarred back. Fresh crimson dripped down into her clothes. Her face conveying complete painful agony.

Mickey felt bloodlust course through his veins when Minnie was almost forced into a kiss. Oswald could hold him back, he was there.

No one was here to hold him back from his own fury.

Bursting through the passageway he rushed up, dagger retractable from his prosthetic arm and pierced through the wicked scum's middle. Causing his victim to spit blood and cry out coughing before falling onto the ground. Lifeless.

Ortensia shielded her eyes once they landed on the dagger piercing through skin. Feeling slight drops of blood upon her arm before taking a deep breathe and gaining courage to look. Oswald stood before her wiping the blood of the small weapon using the dead solders clothes. Retracting it before turning his attention fully on the maiden.

"Are you alright?" He asked kneeling down before her. Ortensia blinked and stayed motionless for about a minute before slowly nodding. Tears brimming her eyes as she tried to throw her arms around him as a way of saying thank you. Unfortunately there wasn't much slack on the chains and she fell forward. Right into his arms.

"Here, I got you." Holding her tentatively so not to hurt her wounds, grabbed a piece of cloth, dabbing the scars before placing his jacket around her. Using a belt to tie it up like a long tunic shirt.

'Oswald..are you?' Ortensia signed somewhat as he broke the chains.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that." He whispered, still having her close within his embrace. Then stood up and lifted her arm across his shoulder. Allowing her to lean on him for support.

"Are you Oswald?" Clarabelle asked as he tossed her the keys to unlock the cell.

"How did you know?" He asked with a puzzling expression as Ortensia turned her head to hide a blush she suddenly wore.

"Oh I remember- wait that's right! Your Minnie's good friend. Always willing to lend a hand. Even when I had a large shipment of fabric." Clarabelle winked as she tried to clue in on a past event. Oswald stared in confusion then blinked remembering that he did somewhat meet her briefly long ago.

"Oh yeah! The large crate and the muddy streets. That was a fun puzzle to get to your shoppe without getting the crate covered in dirt." Ortensia smiled in fondness of their small reunion then noticed where they still were. Pointing to the secret entrance as a way of moving out of the prison and away from any immediate threats.