Operation Storybrooke

Chapter 5

I opened my eyes, but I only see darkness. I am sitting on the floor with my hand tied behind my back. The only sounds I hear are soft drops of liquid. I'm hoping it's water, hitting a hard floor. I try to move my hands over the floor and around me. I let my eyes adjust to the darkness. But it's no good. My fingers brush along the floor. Wood. Nothing more I can reach. I don't dare to stand up. I look around again trying to find a silhouette of a girl, of violet. But again my eyes fail to see anything in this darkness.
"Violet." I wisper. I wait for a minute or so. No response.
"Violet are you here?" I try again in a soft wisper. To afraid to talk to loudly for whatever hit me might come. I hear sounds of someone  ( or something ) walking coming closer. I brace myself for what might come through the door as I hear it's creaking. A soft candlelight fills the room and my eyes need time to adjust. I look at my surroundings and find myself in a little cottage. I see an old wobbly table with a chair that is half broken. A window that looks out into the dark forest. And then I see it. The beast like thing that probably hit me into unconsciousness. Holding the candle was a crooked had so white it might have been snow. With nails so long and dirty. The hand belonged to a lady so old. With grayish white hair that grew out till the floor. Half of it covered her face. And thank the gods for that. The eye that was visible was not quite there. There was a hole filled with a dead flower so black it must've come out of the dark forest. Her smile was so evil and ugly at the same time.
"Well well my child." It came out ear deafening. Like she was grinding her teeth while talking. I did not respond for I did not know what to say.
"You are probably worried about your lady friend, aren't you little boy?" She said while licking her dried and cracked lips. I didn't know how to speak or how to respond to this.
"Come little boy." The lady look me by the arm and forced me to come with her. We entered a strange looking room. Filled with potions and shelves upon shelves with books. In the middle of the room stood a large witches kettle boiling with steam filling the room. The product inside the kettle was a weird tint of pink. And then the most horrific thing in the room. Hooked onto little tubes and bottles in the back of the room sat violet. The little tubes were filled with red stuff. Blood.
Violet's blood...

(Sorry that it took so long to update a new chapter. I just lost inspiration for a while. And also sorry for the short chapter and again that clifhanger  ending. I will try and update more often! Hope you liked it)