DeadOrAlive(Keeperofthelostcities)

Kidnapped In A Dream?

Something behind her picked her up bridal style. And before she knew it a black cloth covered her face, and a sweet scent drifted into her nose making her struggle for the third time.

Sophie POV

Sophie had never felt anything like this. Well she couldn't really feel it...... since she actually felt numb. She was able to see every thing. She saw strong arms carrying her. He must have been moving fast since every thing was a blur to her. She couldn't feel any wind hitting her face though. Soon they skidded to a stop. Sophie fell out the........ persons arm. She hit the floor with a thump. But she felt no pain. Probably because I'm numb, she thought. She rolled to her side. She caught a glance of the person who was now picking her up. Alvar she thought.

(A/N sorry for the confusion italics mean thinking ore texting on imparter.) At least he wasn't a stranger. He was the eldest of the Cracker family. Aka brother of Ritz Savory Cracker, and Biana Amberley Cracker.(A/N sorry I had to do this I just hate fitzphie or should I say ritzphie?) She hated Ritz. She found him slightly annoying. Whenever they had a sleepover it was always 'Sophie this' or 'Sophie that'. Annoying right?

 Though Keefe was a different thing. Sure he was annoying but in the way that always makes you smile. He'll crack you up when you're sad, and listen to you when you just need to talk.(SERIOUS C R I N G E BUT THE TRUTH.)

 Sophie smiled as she thought of Keefe. She had a little crush on him. Ok maybe not little. She had a big one. But she knew Keefe didn't feel the same. She just knew. Or did he? She thought, he just couldn't. Or could he? She mentally slapped herself. At least she could do that. She didn't even see the door until they skidded to another stop. Alvar put her down without a care. Again Sophie felt no pain but her brain was telling her too. Alveolar picked her up once again and they where in a room filled with  black clocked figures with creepy white eyes on their left shoulders. This time when Sophie found a Blavatsky cloth pressed against her mouth she fell to the black oblivion.