Just Make Believe

Chapter 11

The sun had not shown its light yet, it must have been maybe four in the morning. I didn't get much sleep, not surprisingly; too many dreams of Peter would be conjured in my mind. Almost like it's a punishment for not saving him. And like Hell I definitely deserved it.  At least until I could get to the lost boys. 

I stood still, staring out of the make shift window at the edge of my room. A cold wind blew in every now and then to brush my hair away from my face. I could still feel the crusted blood on my neck and arms from when I would rip my wounds open again and again while in the cell. 

God, who I would kill for a nice hot shower right now. 

For now, a large bath of cold water and a small washcloth will have to do. By the obvious Renaissance influence on Captain's choices of decor and utilities, I could definitely see that he was from an early England city, or raised by someone who was. 

The tub at the corner of the room stood tall on brass claws, its porcelain bowl tempting me to hop in for a warm, relaxing bath. The towel and cloth sat folded nicely on the ground next to it, adding to the temptation. 

Fuck it, what'll it hurt if I just cleaned up... Right?

As I shivered in the cold water, I noticed that none of the furniture, save the window, had any violent influence nor use. I could only expect that all the dressers and mirrors, even the bed probably, were all attached to the floor with rusted iron nails. 

It brought a smile to my face that they thought of me as dangerous and a threat. I was doing good then in my plan, but I will need a form of defense if something were to happen and I didn't feel like jumping out a window. 

The towel was obviously air dried, making it feel almost crusty against my skin, but I was not going to complain. There were a series of gowns that one would only see in a Disney movie like Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. I searched for maybe ten minutes for a pair of pants or a shirt, with no avail. 

You have got to be kidding me. They want me to wear these? No way Jose! Not for long. 

I scowled at the gowns as I looked for one I'd be most okay with wearing. A plain grey one that laced up in the back was the one closest to being wearable. I was not girly: I don't wear make-up, I try not to wear dresses, I had a ponytail every day, I wore boots everywhere. But, they obviously didn't understand this. 

Once I was dressed, I stood at the window once more, waiting for the sun to come up and for Ash to come and open the freaking door. It seemed to be ages before I saw the light glint off the trees from behind the building. I sighed with relief as I started to hear the sounds of every man waking up and getting to work. 

Standing right in front of the door, listening for any sign of footsteps going past the room I was in, I nearly even breathed in hopes to not stir anything. No one seemed to be up yet, at least not out of bed. I started getting impatient as I stood at the door for the longest time before hearing sets of boots make their way across the halls. The sun was up for maybe a half hour before I heard heavy footsteps make their way down the hall, towards my room. 

I smiled and waited for my victim, whoever was to open my door was going to get pushed aside and I was going to force my way out of the room or so help me I would attempt to kill everyone in this building. I watched the handle move slightly as someone put a key into the hole, it turned and unlocked and I stood in anticipation. 

I need out of this goddamn room. 

The door swung back and I tried to shove my way past whoever had opened it, only to see that there were five other men waiting for me to do so. They all made to make a human wall to lock me back, and the man who opened the door grabbed my arm and held it tight.