Left Behind (Snowbaz fic)

Chapter: 11

BAZ
The first few drops of morning sun stung my eyes as it dripped through the tiny window. My wrists bled from my constant pulling at the ropes that bound them. With each pull more blood came dripping down onto the floor but I couldn't feel the pain. She stood just a few feet away from me gripping her wrists. I couldn't feel the pain but she could.
"You're going to have to do a lot more than that to get to me, Baz. I can take a lot of pain."
I rolled my eyes and let my head hang low. How the hell did I get thrown into this? Why me? How did I become a chess piece in her game? I thought back on the last twenty four hours.
I remember leaning my forehead against Simon's. His quiet breathing soothed me as we swayed to the soft music floating through the air. Everything seemed to be going right for once. That was until she came and ruined everything.
Before I knew it I was forced to watch Simon crumple in a big heap on the ground. His eyes rolled back into his head and his mouth hung open, it looked like he was screaming. I hovered over him, my hand on his cheek.
"Simon! Simon, can you hear me?!" He opened his eyes and looked at me. He was completely out of it. I looked over my shoulder to see her walking towards us.
"You bitch!" I yelled.
'I needed him out of the way. You're coming with me.' She said inside my own head.
She took a step closer and I did the first thing that came to mind. I took Simon in my arms and ran as fast as I could. As I ran Simon grabbed onto my collar squeezing hard and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. I could tell he was trying so hard to stay conscious.
I ran until the barn came into view. I looked over my shoulder to see no one behind me.
'There's no use in running, Basil, I know exactly where you're going.'
'Just leave me alone!' I spat back at her. I ran as fast as I could until I could hardly breathe. I finally reached the door to the barn and kicked it open.
The barn looked like it hadn't been used since Ebb died. It was just left to deteriorate over time. Dust hung in the air and everything made of wood looked like it was rotting. I carried Simon up the latter and into the hayloft, putting him down gently.
His eyes were barely open and he wouldn't let go of the collar of my shirt. I looked back to the barn door. I had to barricade it somehow to make it so she couldn't get in. Even if it holds her off for a little while it would buy me more time with Simon. Was I saying goodbye?
It pained me to have to rip Simon's hand away. It was like he was dangling off the edge of a cliff by just his fingertips and I pushed him off. He looked so terrified and confused, his arms flailing for something to hold on to.
"I'll be right back. I promise." I jumped off the hayloft and grabbed as much stuff as I could that could block the door.
"Baz," I heard Simon mumble. His voice was low and grumbly.
'Throwing wooden chairs and stools in front of the door isn't going to do anything. I'll let you say your goodbyes before I bust this door down. Just to let you know how nice I am.'
I ignored her and scrambled back up the latter to Simon. His eyes were closed but I felt his hand grip mine when I held it. I knew I didn't have much time before he were to fall into unconsciousness.
"I love you, I love you, I love you so much you have no idea." The second my words left my lips I felt his hand go slack and his breathing settled.
I kissed his cheek. I heard the sound of wooden chairs being thrown across the room. She was here. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my handkerchief. I looked at my initials stitched with green thread on the fabric. I brushed my thumbs against them before ripping it in half. I wanted Simon and I to be connected somehow. And a ripped piece of cloth would have to do.
Just as I stuffed the fabric into Simon's sleeve I heard her tapping her foot against the wooden floor. I peered over the ledge to see her standing with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Are you going to come down willingly or am I going to make you?"
"Fuck off!" I yelled. I pulled out my wand and pointed it at her.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she said moving her arms from her chest to her hips. I threw a defense spell at her. The next few moments felt like they happened in slow motion. I saw the blue energy leave my wand and stream across the empty space between us. It hit her square in the chest but she didn't move. I could see her smile before I felt the impact of my own spell hitting me in the chest. The blow knocked me from the hayloft and sent me tumbling to the floor. My back slammed against the floor but I didn't feel pain. I could hear Amara groaning a few feet way from me.
"Ow! I think you fell of a screw!" Her face was scrunched up in pain and she put her hand to her back. I did the same and pulled a screw out from under me. I didn't even feel it. She pulled her hand away from her back and her palm was coated in blood.
"See," she flicked the blood off her hand and it splattered against the wall. "This is why I need you out of harms way."
She pulled me to my feet, my legs still shaky from the spell I cast. Amara pulled out a wand of her own and moved it in a circle. A small orb of colorful energy manifested itself where she pointed her wand. The energy began to break apart the wood in the wall closest to us leaving a hole big enough for a person to climb through.
"Well! What are you waiting for?" She motioned with her wand at the hole and looked at me like I was stupid.
I looked back to the hayloft where Simon slept undisturbed. I gave him a silent goodbye before I crawled through the hole in the wall.
   When I came out of the other side of the hole I was in a cave. There were many openings, that seemed to stretch on for miles, in front of me. Each one lit with different colored lanterns lining its walls. I watched the hole disappear before my eyes as Amara stepped through. She brushed nonexistent dust off of the front of her black skintight dress. She then pushed me out of her way and began walking down the cave lit with purple lanterns.
   "This way," she said over her shoulder.
   "Where are we?" I asked.
   "You're better off not asking questions that you're not going to get an answer to." I held my ground and didn't move from the mouth of the cave.
    "Why me?" My voice was loud and echoed all around me. "Why did you choose me to be your little puppet?" That's when she finally stopped and turned to me. She gave me a wide, wicked smile and tilted her head to one side.
   "I didn't choose you, Baz." She made her voice higher and she spoke slower like she was speaking to a child. She then pulled a small, glass orb about the size of her palm out of thin air. It looked like there was black smoke twisting and curling all around inside it. "This did,"
    At the time I didn't know the power that she held in the palm of her hand. But now I wished I still didn't. Somehow she used the orb to control my every move. My legs were suddenly walking towards her against my will. No matter how hard I tried to stay still and fight against it she pulled me forward.
   She watched in amusement as I marched to the end of the cave into a completely furnished room. There were couches sitting atop plush purple carpeting and a vast fireplace lit with purple fire. Everything was bathed in a purple glow from the lanterns lining the walls. All the furniture in the room was either purple or white and very expensive looking.
   She led me down another corridor where we passed several wooden doors. I saw Jamie leaning out of one of them. He looked terrible. One of his eyes was swollen shut and the rest of his face was covered in black bruises. I looked to his hands which were covered in fresh blood. It looked like he clawed his way out of the room.
   Amara didn't slow down. She simply snapped her fingers and the door shut in Jamie's face. The lock clicked as Jamie's fists pounded against the door. I could hear him wailing from the other side. I wanted to stop and comfort him but my legs refused to slow down for even a second. I didn't even have the free will to look back at the door.
   We finally stopped in front of one of the doors at the end of the corridor. She snapped her fingers and the door swung open. I stepped inside the room and I felt like I was finally able to regain control over my own body. I looked back at Amara who was leaning against the doorframe inspecting her manicured nails. She didn't even look up from them when she spoke.
"The rule is that if you misbehave you get taken to the dungeons to be punished."
"How are you going to punish me when you would feel all the pain?"
"There are ways of punishing you without physical pain." She slammed the door in my face and locked it.
I heard Jamie's screams echoing off the cave walls. I couldn't tell where they were coming from, they bounced all around me eventually making my ears ring. Then they stopped altogether. I heard the sound of Amara's high heals click against the floor of the cave as well as the sound of something heavy being dragged behind her. I leaned my ear against the door and heard Jamie's muffled cries being blocked with something like a cloth tied around his mouth. The sounds got quieter and quieter the further they got in the cave. They kept going until, even with my heightened senses, I couldn't hear them any longer.
Time escaped me from the moment I entered that empty room. I couldn't tell if it was a spell or just my own mind. I didn't know how much time had passed since I was put in there. It could've been hours or even a full day. Finally I just got sick of the silence and started banging on the door just to prove I was still there. No matter what spell I tried the door remained shut.
   Suddenly I remembered the handkerchief still in my pocket. I pulled it out and rubbed the fabric with my thumb. I put the scrap of fabric flat on the floor and held my wand to it. I didn't know if what I was doing would work but I tried it anyway.
   I spelled out Simon's name with my wand and watched it materialize in green thread on the handkerchief.
   "Send it to Simon," I bore as much magic into my words as I could. Simon's name slowly faded away into nothing on the fabric. I prayed he would see it.
   Suddenly the door swung open and Amara stormed into the room. She snatched the handkerchief from the floor and crumpled it in her hands.
   "Carry on, Snow. Without me." She spoke. I could see her words emerge on the handkerchief then slowly fade away from her fist.
   She then proceeded to tie me up and throw me in her creepy dungeon. Jamie was huddled up in the corner with fresh blood oozing from his forehead.
   Now I just sit in silence and wait for my punishment.