"Page!" The figure came closer into the light and Nick got a look at the figure. He wouldn't recognise him, but I would.
"Nathan Smith." I growl. He smirks, obviously enjoying this. "So, who's this eager birdy then, babe?" He looks at Nicks arm through the cage bars. I growl. Nick looks confused and retracts his arm to his own cage.
"Page? What's going on? Who is this?" He questions, his voice rising. I look between the two boys in the room.
"Nothing, babe!" I slightly shout.
"Okay then." They both speak calmly, then look at each other, Nick with a growl, Nathan with a smirk.
"Cute. You think Page was talking to you." Nathan snarls. I look over to him with a snarl.
"Of CORSE I WAS!" I snap. Nathan mocks hurt and looms over me,
"You. Were. Talking. To. Me. Page." He gets closer with every word. I grab Nick's arm. He holds his hand over mine. Nathan whips his head to face Nick, grabs his whip out from the back of his belt and whips Nick's head with a single smooth motion.
"NO!" I scream. Nick coils back in pain, holding his head. He pulls it away and I see blood on the palm of his hand. I whip my head to face Nathan.
"LET US GO!" I screech at him. He shakes his head.
"No chance, princess." He laughs. A spine-chilling evil laugh.
"No chance."
Hope you enjoyed that chapter guys!
A big thanks to my friends Amy and serialpsycho02 for both helping name the character Nathan Smith!
Anyway, my __ (COME ON GUYZ! WHAT DO U WANNA BE CALLED?!?!) Cya with the next chapter soon!
~Wonder
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