Bad Blood (Taylor Swift)

Chapter 15

Catastrophe POV

I opened my eyes and shakily looked around. What had happened? I had a roaring headache like rocks had been thrown at my head. I put a hand to my head and carefully sat up, there was a loud scraping noise as I sat up. I realized that I was no longer in the hallway of The Center, but was in some sort of shed looking place.

It was almost completely dark except one two-pane window that was letting in some artificial light. I could see a lightbulb seemingly floating outside, probably hanging from a light fixture. I felt around for my sword and unsurprisingly, it was gone. "Looking for this?" I heard someone laugh. I heard a metallic thunk in front of me and jumped back slightly.

The door was opened, letting in some more light. I saw Arsyn standing in the doorway and gulped. "I told you to leave!" I yelled, hoping my voice didn't sound like a scared little kitten meowing. "Since when have I ever done what I was told?" She laughed at me. Bright lights flickered on in the room and I squinted, holding a hand up in front of my face. I saw a silver cuff around my hand! I was now in shackles, no doubt tied to the cement walls. I reached for my sword and held it protectively in front of me, facing Arsyn, my cuffs clanking together.

"Oh please. If you think I'm scared of that, then you're just an idiot." She taunted me, which caused me to roll my eyes. She reached one hand up and slapped me across the face! I felt my face and found claw marks! "Hey!" I yelled, trying to stand up, I was dragged backwards by the chains and grunted as Arsyn laughed. "Didn't your parents teach you not to roll your eyes at people?""Maybe, but they sure taught me how to not be a bit..jerk. Seems like you didn't get that lecture." I smirked, trying to get her distracted so I could hopefully grab the keys from her (which I didn't doubt she had) and escape.

She shrieked at me and fled the room, I looked around confusedly. She came back in with a sword that was identical to mine,"Because of that, you get to be my sword fighting dummy so I can win when I challenge Headmistress." I looked at my chains and looked at her, "Should have thought of that before you opened your mouth." Great!

I fought her off the best I could, but not without earning a few minor wounds. Thankfully she was awful with a sword! "I'll be back, Swift." I rolled my eyes. "You do know it's pronounced Catastrophe right?" I asked, deciding to be cocky.

She slammed the door behind her, this time forgetting the lights were still on. I glanced around the room and saw that there wasn't anything to help me but my sword.

If I try and hit the metal, it will be way too loud....I stood up, thankful I had a long chain that I could almost reach half of the room. I grabbed my sword and started looking for anywhere that the bricks were weak.

Finding nothing, I sat down and thought about my plan. If only I could somehow convince her to take the chains off and I could easily take her down.... But she's never gonna fall for that. I pulled at the chains as hard as I could, but they pulled back against my wrists. To think I fell out of a window and can't do this...?

I pulled harder and felt my self getting closer to the ground. If I can't get my hands out, maybe I can bring the chains with me and break them out of the wall...?

I kept pulling until I felt exhausted. I had only moved the hook from the wall a few inches. It was a very barbaric chain job, four rings in the wall and chains fed through them, coming out into cuffs.

I heard the door again and quickly sat down. To my surprise, one of The Trinity walked in! This was my chance! "Catastrophe." She greeted me curtly. Not 89, but 90, the one that didn't like me as much. Great.

"Hello." I said, as friendly as I could. She rolled her eyes and set a plate of food down. "Where are we?" I asked. "We're in the bunk...I'm not telling you!" She said, slamming the cup of water down. Too late.

"Thanks, I guess." I mumbled as water sprayed on me. She slammed the door and I started to think. I was in some sort of bunker....But which one?

I got up and paced, careful not to knock over my sandwich. I thought for a long time, carefully sculpting my plan. I sat down when I was satisfied and started to eat the sandwich.

It was just bread and cheese, not even grilled. That's really weird. I drank the water and leaned my head against the wall, hoping to drift off to sleep.