Wither

Chapter 16-Fire and Power

*Mabel's POV*

I woke up, my head hurting profoundly. My body was lain across something soft, but no where near as soft as my bed. I sat up and saw nothing but red brick and red floors, red skies and red mist. I tried to talk, but a gag was stuffed into my mouth. I coughed and spat it out. "Where am I?" I asked, my voice hoarse. I cleared my throat. A crowd of strangers turned around. "I demand to know the location of my capture!" I said commandingly, my voice strong.

A boy with a mysterious purple and white cloak walked towards me. "Hate to break it to you, sunshine, but you're in the Nether."

I gaped, very unladylike. I closed my mouth and narrowed my eyes. "Excuse me?"

Another brown haired boy with sparkling blue eyes walked towards me. He was quite attractive, and I leaned forwards to listen. "You fell through a Nether portal onto Sora," he pointed to a girl with glasses and a mane of caramel colored hair. "She called Peterson, the ghast-."

I cut him off with a shrill scream. "There's a ghast here?! One that shoots..." I raised my hand to my mouth dramatically, "fire?"

"Yeah, so?" The handsome boy cocked his head.

"N-nothing," I shuddered. I unconsciously rubbed my pearl necklace that my mother had given to me.

A boy with inky black hair and coal black eyes walked towards me. "No, really, what's wrong about fire?" I harrumphed and turned away, motioning for the handsome boy to continue.

"Anyways, uh, you and that guy over there," he pointed at a lump in the distance, "were carried with that guy," he pointed at a dark boy on a lump relatively near to me, "here."

I got up and stretched. "Where are my clothes?" I asked, suddenly realizing that I was still in my nightclothes.

"That guy stole some when he kidnapped you, I think," the black haired boy piped up.

"Fetch them for me!" I demanded. Sora rolled her eyes from across the room and got the clothes that the man who kidnapped me had stolen. I snatched them from her and looked. They were a plain red shirt with onyxes dancing across the neckline and black jeans with various rips. He had also grabbed my favorite black designer boots. I waved the boys away and commanded for Sora to dress me.

"Are you insane?" She gasped. "Dress yourself!"

I clapped in her face. "Dress. Me."

She shook her head vigorously. "No! You need to do it yourself, snotty lunatic!"

My eyes started glowing red. My body shook with anger and I looked up and screamed. The boys whipped around, or I assumed they did. A bright flash of light hit the ceiling and it exploded. The glow in my eyes faded and a large chunk of rock flew towards my head. I screamed and covered my head. The Netherbrick floated above me. I looked up and saw this feat. I scooted away and the rock fell. "W-what am I?" I looked at my hands, which had no callouses and were adorned with sparkly red nail polish. I sniffed, tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. "What am I?" I repeated, asking the black haired boy, who had stepped forward.

"Most likely a hybrid," he said grimly. I whimpered and dramatically swooned. "Welcome to the club. My name's Jet, by the way." He offered me his hand and I delicately took it.

"Mabel. Lady Mabel Onyx."

*Flint's POV*

I woke up, an intense pounding in my head. I rubbed it unconsciously and felt around for my bow. My keen eyes swept the room. Nothing. I got up woozily. "Where the hell is my bow?" I snarled to no one in particular.

A girl with a long mass of orange hair walked towards me. "Want this?" She twirled my longbow around.

"Give it!" I snapped. She threw it at me. I caught it and slung it over my shoulder. "Quiver as well!" The arrow carrier hit my face. I snapped my teeth at her and put it near the bow on my shoulder. I got up and regained my composure.

I saw a man with close cropped brown hair lying slumped on the ground. I smacked him in the face with the wood of my bow and he groaned. "Wake up, sunshine," I kicked him none too gently. He rolled over and grabbed my dark skinned ankle. I kicked his nose irritably and he woke up.

"Hybrid!" He spat. He grabbed a pistol lined with the king's insignia and blindly fired. The bullet, aimed impulsively, ricocheted off the Netherbrick walls and hit a pillow near the wall. It was actually the ghast and he wailed in pain. He fired a fireball at the guy, very upset, and the man rolled out of the way. He happened to roll onto my ankles, and I lost my balance. Unable to regain it due to the person on my foot, I toppled over with a grunt. I heard a scream and saw a girl's eyes locked onto the fire. She cringed away and two boys rushed to her side, comforting her. I sighed and kicked the other man's face again.