Chapter 10 (P.O.V: Fia)

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The bag was wrapped so tightly around my face that I feared I would die.

I stumble over things as I am pushed forwards, un-able to see the obstacles in my way. I am shoved very hard in-between my shoulder blades to make me walk quicker, but I walk to no avail. No one has spoken in the forty minutes of walking we have endured, which has blistered my bare feet terribly, and made my lips crack with the coldness of the air. Everyone around me is quiet, and the only noises come from, as described by the man pushing me, grazing cows and horse carts to the left of our party, which stand in a large, over-grown field.

I feel sick.

Not just physically, but emotionally too. Walking without knowing where my feet are treading makes me cautious, and slightly ill. The worst of it is that the silence makes me scared of what is ahead. I start to cry, tears slowly rolling over the apples of my cheeks as I walk. All Ariana wanted to do was see a show, and now we are being kidnapped. I feel disorientated, suddenly hearing the word 'halt' being shouted over us. We stop walking."I do believe you are here to help your little pixie friends, are you not?" My chin is yanked upwards, but I can not see who it is."Answer me girl!" the voice booms, making my quake with fear.

"No..." I start "we only wanted to see the show".

"Lies!" the person shouts, letting go of my chin and hitting me hard at my knees, making me fall over and yell out in pain.

"No!" I hear River and Red scream out in unison.

"Remove the pitiful masks. They are distracting me" the voice says. I feel the bag being taken off my head, and my sight is restored.
Blood...
That is the first thing I notice. Blood dances over the stone floor, and up the striped fabric of the large, open space. A chair sits in the far corner of the room, which is occupied by a sniggering girl. The lady wears red, quite high heeled shoes; long black and white striped socks that end only a centimetre from where her skirt starts; a tutu-like skirt with three layers of colour which are red at the bottom, then white, then blue; a strange corset with one half white with red dots on, and the other side plain blue with a trim or black lace at the bottom and short, white gloves. She turns her head slightly, and I realize who it is...

It is the pixie girl who was dancing on the stage.Her laughs grow eerily louder, and when she looks up, I notice a small rip through her skin on one side of her mouth.

"Hello little monsters" she says in a silky voice, moving her arms jerkily, which I realize are tied to the chair.

"Shh... pumpkin" the voice says, and when I turn to see who it is, I see the dark, caramel coloured skin Sebastian.
"You..." River whispers, narrowing his eyes and stepping closer.
"What about me?" Sebastian says, leaning close and smiling his wicked smile.
"You did this to us?" River's eyes begin to tear up, more in anger than sadness.
"Yes... and to much more. Let's go on a little tour shall we?"

"No!" Clive screams "You enslaved her..." he points to the pixie "And then you have the defiant audacity to mock the one person who used to be your lover? How blooming dare you!"
"Actually..." Before Sebastian can finish talking, Clive lunges at him, to the surprise of the guards, who's faces wear shocked expressions. Clive swings a punch, but it connects with a guards jaw instead of Sebastian's, who is shouting now. A kick is produced in the brawl, and I hear a shout of pain.The guards prize Clive off Sebastian, who is flailing around in the small havoc. Clive is breathless, shaking, and wears an angry sneer that does not suit his naturally happy features. Sebastian, however, is far from flustered, and wears a calm and collected expression as he brushes off his suit.

"How about that tour then?" He says, walking towards the door.

"What about me?" Says Misty, who wears a grin which buries it's self into my thoughts with it's strangeness.

"You can... keep watch" Sebastian smiles, but I notice that when he turns back around, he makes a face of annoyance. "But honey bee... I want to come!"







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