The Girl I Met On Winter Road

Waking Up

The first oddity I noticed while coming to was the smell of cinnamon. It reminded me of the cinnamon hot chocolate my mother used to make me as a child on cold winter nights. As my eyes fluttered open I saw a fireplace alight with warmth, the heat was a welcoming feeling to the cold in my bones.

I looked around, and found that I was in a log cabin, which ordinarily wouldn't have surprised me, except that the walls of this place were not only lined with all kinds of maps, charts, and a very nice dart board, along with a strange banner. It was a golden rose, wreathed in flame, devouring a field of white. The strangest part of all though? Was how at home the place felt to me.

I tried to move but found that I was strapped to a chair with none other than the notorious thing known as duck tape. "But wait Jack." You might be saying to yourself. "If you are tied to the front of a chair how could you possibly see what was on the walls?" If you are asking this question to yourself right now then you are an idiot in the fullest sense. On the other hand if you obviously know that the human neck can turn almost completely around on it's own then the answer is simple. I looked at what I could see and guessed the rest. And here I am again, digressing from the story, shit.

The sound of a door opening behind me caused me to go stiff as a board, my curiosity went haywire at wondering what was going to happen to me. Yet I wasn't too surprised when the girl in red walked around and stood in front of me. "Finally awake little wolf?" She asked in a sardonic tone. "Oh great, the undead girl comes again." I said sarcastically. "What do you want this time? To spout more idiotic crap?" I was met by Reds handle smashing across my left cheek, causing my mouth to bleed.

My head whipped straight to the left like it had gotten hit with a baseball bat, which in retrospect wouldn't have hurt any less, but who knows? I slowly turned my head back and faced her, blood was dripping from my mouth. "Do not speak, just shut up and listen." She said with a hint of anger in her tone. I spit on the floor, splattering her boots with my blood, I smiled. "Hey would you look at that!?" I said loudly. I promptly got another handle to the face, this time to my right side. "Babe you gotta stop hurting the money maker, come on now." I said with a chuckle.

I honestly don't know when to shut up, or even how. I always have something to say anyways, and I don't hesitate to say it either. This time she scowled. "Stop talking and we wont hit your face, and don't ever call me babe again." She replied. I just shrugged and waited for her to speak.

"If you haven't already noticed, we have kidnapped you." I noticed she talks as if her weapon is a person, anybody else seeing how loopy this chick is? I gave her the "No Shit Sherlock" look and this time got a punch in the gut. Gotta hand it to the girl, she could hit hard. "I didn't want it to be this way but you left me no choice." She waited for me to give her a smart ass look or remark, but I didn't.  "As I told you already your life has been a lie, as you will soon find out once the others arrive." At the mention of others like her I visibly cringed.

There were more of these psychopaths!? She gleamed at the look in my eyes. "Oh yes, there are more of us in The Rose Society, a handful of people like me, all aligned with the same goal." She paused and smiled that wicked smile of hers again. "Rest assured that when they get here all of this will make sense, I promise." Suddenly she swung her scythe again, hitting me in my temple. I went out cold. My last thoughts were of The Rose Society, and the girl dressed in red.