Snow White

Chapter 14

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Snow White rolled over sharply, her head throbbing in an indescribable pain shooting throughout her body. She groaned immediately, her hand flying to her head to put pressure on her wound.

Swinging back on her ropes that bound her, Snow inspected her surroundings closely. She was in some kind of wood, her arms tied behind her back with tight ropes. Snow looked around, but saw no signs of humanity until she heard voices coming from far behind her, until they stopped abruptly and Snow could feel the owner's of the voices smirking at her.

'I was wondering when you'd finally wake up, Snow,' came the familiar command of the owner of the voice, undoubtedly smirking. Peter. Snow almost laughed.

'Why did you tie me up, I came here willingly?' Snow questioned, smirking slightly even though he couldn't see her under the shadow of the wood's darkness and the hooded cloak that concealed his sight of her. All he could see would be strands of jet black hair, falling in unkempt curls down her shoulders.

'The Gone didn't trust you immediately, Snow,' He stepped forward and snapped a dagger across her ropes, causing them to fall to the ground. Snow didn't react to the sores on her hands, but raised an eyebrow, pretending to be unimpressed. Honestly, her eyes were fixated on him. Snow hadn't been able to study him so closely before.

'Well, if you didn't knock me out then maybe I could have talked to them,' She replied almost angrily.

'Is this usually how you address a man that could easily kill you, Snow White?' Peter asked, daring her to reply as she had done before. Snow shuddered at her lengthened name, hating the clichéd aspect of it. He removed his dagger from under her chin and brought it upwards, sliding the blade across her cheek. A small trickle of blood oozed from her wound and at the painful sight, Snow shuffled nervously backwards.

'Is this usually how you attract a girl's attention?' She replied confidently, inhaling deeply to spite him and pulled herself up tall, trying to intimidate him. Honesty, her bleeding cheek seemed to drain all of the colour from her countenance, her breaths became short and jagged and her whole body quaked gently in fear. 'With a blade at her throat?'

'Only if that's what she likes, Snow' He winked and Snow was easily beginning to loath the flirtatious side of Peter more than the obnoxiously ruthless and violent side of him. The Gone sniggered around him, 'Hmmm.... I definitely prefer Snow White than just Snow, actually.'

'Submission and weakness isn't my thing I'm afraid, Peter.' Snow replied sourly, but fear was definitely laced into her confident tone. Her breaths became even shorter as Peter took another step closer to her, so his breath was hot on the back of her neck.

'That is irrelevant, Snow,' he said emphasising his reluctance to use her preferred name. 'I prefer a more dominant approach and you will learn to cope.'

The Gone forced another chuckle again and smirked at one another, enjoying how fearful Snow was becoming and Peter's reluctance to back down.

'Why don't you just kill me, Peter? You are not gaining anything from this interrogation.' Snow pointed out and his smirk somehow managed to widen across his insolent visage.

'I have no reason to.' He shrugged. 'And it wouldn't be any fun, would it?' Peter's body was pushed so close to her own that Snow was sure that he could feel her shudder beneath him, causing him to wear a satisfied smile. 'I made a deal with you to teach you our ways and if I let you live equal to a Gone member, will you be good and not harm us? Do you choose to accept my deal?'

'Let's see,' Snow tapped her chin gently, loving the way she was annoying him. 'Last time I trusted you with something like this, I ended up tied to a tree, unable to move. Are you really in a position to ask me to make a deal with you once again?'

'I may not be the most well behaved boy in the Gone, but I always keep my promises.' He replied coldly, raising his eyebrows every other word to add emphasis, something Snow realised he did a lot.

'Can I trust you?' Snow repeated, only more forceful and angry this time. 'How do I know you aren't just going to trick me and not keep to your terms?'

'Are you really in a position to refuse?' Peter asked her gleefully gently twisting his sword across her neck so that Snow could feel the blade distinctively. She shuffled gently backwards, not wanting to say anything that would anger him even more. As his smirk widened at this, Snow decided the risk was worth it.

'You wouldn't ask for my participation in the Gone if it wasn't necessary, therefore you wouldn't kill me.' Snow explained and Peter smiled, realising that the deal was on. He flicked his wrist to remove the blade from her neck. 'Your word?' Snow asked sweetly.

'My word.' He nodded and so did she. 'I will release you as equal to a member of the Gone, equal to the rest, if you promise not to harm me or the Gone and to respect our deal and my rules.' Snow bobbed her head once, eager to be released.

'Just answer this: what do you want from me? What use am I as a member of the Gone to you?' Snow asked.

Peter laughed coldly and took a giant step closer to her, narrowing the distance between them. 'I ask for nothing in return from the Gone, but even you know you are a different story. I suppose that's for me to know and you to wonder, Snow.'

'Right.' She said rolling her eyes, and spun around in circles, inspecting the room. It all seemed strangely normal, like these boys were completely independent and sustainable and actually respectable... Rather than the rebellious, villainous boys she had heard about.

'So, we have three rules here, ok? One, you don't harm another Gone member. Two, I'm in charge and you take orders from me, but you must also respect the advice and guidance every Gone members gives you. It may seem like a breeze, but being part of the Gone requires a lot of skill and concentration. And three, is more of a state of mind-' he shrugged, realising he hadn't really thought of a third rule. '-You have to be willing to steal and fight. If your morals don't come to that, you best leave now because we don't carry no dead weight, got it?'

'Got it.' She replied with a small smile.

'You're gonna need this.' He said once, handing a sword to her and inspecting her reaction with satisfaction and pride, as she was both surprised and excited. Snow took it, wondering whether this could really be the best decision of the two. But I wasn't in a position to to back now. 'Welcome to the Gone.'