Tale of the Prophet Bearer: The Dark Queen's Reign

Chapter 23: The Shrubbery Attacks Us

^ Sargon ^

(A/N):

Guess who's back and isn't completely late???? MEEEEE!!!! I'M NOT A TOTAL DISASTER AFTER ALL!!!!

*Clears throat*

Anyways, I'm not too late this time and I have a longer chapter for you :D I hope you enjoy

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"I." Bang! "Will." Bang! "Get." Bang! "Out." Bang! "Of." Bang! "Here."

"Tucker," I groan, rubbing my face. "Shut your mouth before I come in there and slap you and don't say I can't because of the chains because the anger building inside me will be enough to bust through them and the door so I can slap you."

"Fine," Tucker bangs! the chains again. "But if we never get out of this dump because I wasn't able to get out because you wouldn't let me break these chains, I'm gonna say, "I told you so"—"

"Guys," Cody interrupts. "Arguing isn't going to help us get out. Tucker, is there any water close by?"

Tucker clanks his chains a few more times, grunting. "Oh wow, I wish I would have thought of that before—I mean, it's not like we've been sitting here for hours upon hours upon HOURS or anything—"

"So there isn't anything?"

"Of course there isn't! I would have gotten out way sooner. I'm about to lose my mind in this place."

I grab the chains and light my fire up, flaring it out as hot as I can. The metal isn't even red. What the assassins said about them being impenetrable could be true. But they could be lying. They're following Reil and she lied.

Anger builds in my chest and I take a deep breath, trying to focus my anger on making the fire hotter. I turn my face away and hold it as long until I begin to grow dizzy, sweat dripping down my neck and forehead. I extinguish the fire and gasp in a breath, looking down only to be disappointed. I stand and prop my foot against the wall, pulling the stubborn metal until my body shakes with the strain. I let myself fall back to the ground, grunting as I land on my side.

I glare at the chains as it mocks me by keeping its gripping onto my wrists. "Stupid thing." I sit up, racking my mind to figure a way out and finally an idea hits me. I remember watching a movie about some spy and to get out of his binds, he pulled his thumb out of joint and...

I shudder, feeling sick at the thought. No way am I doing that. No. Way. That would hurt! There has to be an easier way. But if there isn't, Reil will kill us... I look back at my hand, my shoulders slumping in defeat.

Fine. I'll do it. Just don't think too much, I tell myself, gripping my thumb and closing my eyes to brace myself. It's like ripping a band-aid off: Do it fast and the pain won't be as bad.

I suck in a sharp breath and jerk my thumb down.

Snap!

My jaw flies open and a shout of pain tries to jump from my throat, but I choke it back, curling my hand around my chest. That hurt a lot more than I thought. Secret agents are a lot tougher than they look...

"What," Cody asks, sounding apprehensive. "Was that?"

I start to answer him, but all that comes out is a quiet squeak of pain. "I'm fine," I manage to choke out. I force my shaky fingers through the shackle. I brace myself once more and pop it back in place with another snap.

"Christina," Cody's chains rattle as he jerks them. "What are you doing?"

I flex my fingers and my thumb aches. "Getting out. No duh." I grip my other thumb.