bad little boy | fiolee

23 | It's Funny Who You'll Run Into

I woke up in a dark room. I look around and saw that there was a torch on the wall. I sat myself up and rubbed at my eyes. I noticed that I'm in a room that looks like a prison cell. I run up to the bars and look outside from my cell.

There were other children locked up. They all looked no younger than seventeen.

"Oh, you're awake!" A voice snapped me back to my surroundings.

"Huh? Who said that?"

"I did! My name is Quinn." The voice came from the cell across from me.

I looked over at her and saw a pretty girl with long blonde hair, about the length of mine, and sky blue eyes.

"Hey, you sorta look familiar." Quinn bit her lip and I glanced at the wall, seeing a mirror. She did the same, only in her cell.

We noticed that we looked very much alike.

"You look like me! Where do your parents live?" I ask, trying to push away a thought forming in my mind.

"In a little village past this place called Aaa. I have been told I look a lot like my younger sister, but I have never seen her. She disappeared when she was a baby," Quinn said sadly.

"My parents live in that same village! But I live in Aaa. And I was lost in the forest when I was a baby.. Do you think it's possible that we could be sisters?"

Her eyes widened as the truth unknowingly spilled out of my mouth in the form of a question.

"Maybe, but, is your name Fionna?" she bit her lip, eager to see if this was the last puzzle piece.

"Yes, it is," I nodded slowly and watched realization pass through her face. I was just about to say something else when the pitter-patter of heels snapped our attention away from each other.

"Ah, how cute. It seems you two finally met one another. But there is no time for a family reunion," a woman said, a grin forming across her wrinkly face.

She looked around the age of seventy-five. She had long, dark brown hair and dazzling green eyes. Her pupils were shaped the way a cats were in the sunlight. She was wearing a long dress and I instantly knew what she was.

"You're a witch!" I exclaimed.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. No need for name calling. But, I am indeed a witch. That is what female wizards are called, isn't it?" She laughed. "I am Madame Nicole," she said sweetly. I knew that voice.

"You're the one who sang that song! Why are we all locked up here?" I looked at her with confusion.

"So, you like my voice, I assume? Well, since you're going to die, anyway, I might as well tell you what will happen. I sing my song every Christmas day and all the children follow my voice. I then consume all the souls of the children which lasts me until the next Christmas," she explained in a casual, soft tone, as if she was talking about the weather.

"But I'm a teenager," Quinn protested.

"Same here," I stated.

"Ah, but alas, back in my day 'teenagers' wasn't a word. You were called a child until you came of age. At eighteen."

Quinn cursed under her breath. "What if we we're both eighteen?" Quinn looked up at Madame Nicole, with a sparkle of hope in her eyes.

"If you were eighteen, you wouldn't have been able to hear me singing. Besides, its your turn." Madame Nicole flicked her wrist and Quinn's cell door flew open. She grabbed Quinn and started to chant.

"Let me go! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Quinn jerked back, trying to get away from the witch. She ignored Quinn's struggle.

Then, Quinn started to pale. Her eyes weren't as bright anymore.

"LEAVE HER ALONE! Please, let my sister go!" I felt tears fall carelessly down my cheeks and splashed onto the cold, cement ground. I saw what looked like a bright mist flow out of Quinn and into Madame Nicole's mouth. Her soul.

She dropped Quinn's now lifeless body to the ground and all I could do is stare helplessly at her. I felt weak. I didn't know what to do.

An idea shot into my mind like a rocket. I grabbed the torch and started to burn the bottom of the bars; it melted away like plastic. Fire caught and the bars fell to ashes on the cement floor. I reached into my converse high-top and pulled out my retractable sword.

"You're going to regret being created, you old, soul sucking hag!" I lunged for Madame Nicole and pinned her to the ground. I heard cheers, but I hadn't won yet.

I placed the tip of my sword against her heart. "Any last words, Madame Nicole?" I spat. I'm not going to kill for revenge, but for justice.

"That's a good look in your eyes, dear. Your clumsy world isn't finished weeping yet." She grinned as I plunged the sword into her heart and she crumbled to ashes.

There was nothing left of her but her clothes and a necklace. I knelt down and picked it up.

It was brass around the edge and round glass in the center, like a bubble, and there was the image of a small rose on it. I looked at it closely and noticed it was an actual rose. It must have been enchanted to stay alive in the necklace. I decided to keep it and put it on.

"You guys ready to go home?" I grinned as kids cheered and I opened all the cells. I stayed behind and picked up my sister. She was lighter than I expected. I carried her out and walked to the village, dropping her off and leaving a note.

It read:

'Dear Mom and Dad,

It's me, Fionna. I finally met my sister. Too bad we couldn't catch up. A witch tried to kill us. I survived, as did the other kids, but sadly Quinn didn't. I hate how things are right now. Quinn was supposed to live a happy ever after. Can you please make sure she gets buried properly? It would mean a lot.

Sincerely,
Fionna.'

I put a blanket over her and put the note on top. I ran back to Aaa as it started to snow. I hope someone sees Quinn soon. It would be terrible if she got left there. I dried my cheeks with my hand and ran to the tree fort.

I opened the door and saw Cake and Marshall discussing something and BMO looking worried. Marshall and Cake looked up. Marshall ran over and hugged me.

"Fi! What happened? Are you alright?" Marshall looked worried. I knew it was going to take a while to tell them, so I had Marshall sit down.

I told them about the witch, the song, my sister, and freeing the kids. I didn't mention the necklace, though. If I told Cake about the necklace, she'd freak and tell me to get rid of it because it's probably cursed or some bunk.

"So, you had a sister? Aw, sugar," Cake frowned and hugged me.

"I think I should go to bed. 'Night guys," I ran up the stairs and climbed into bed, not bothering to change. I felt the trapped tears stream down my face. Soon, I begin to fall asleep to the sound of Cake and Marshall talking.

Oh, what a wonderful Christmas this was.