I lifted my little Kit on my back and picked the lock out. Two years. I couldn't believe it. Two long years. I hadn't seen Kit or Jim for two years. I looked at Kit's tear stained face, and then I felt guilty. I had left a nine year old alone to rule a realm for two years.
Kit looked much older. More mature than I remember. She had her hair pinned back, her dress had one been a simple elegant dress, and the way that her emotions showed. It was like it was all or nothing. My little Kit had been asked of too much.
I finally picked out the lock. Kit slid down my back and put her hand in mine. We ran quietly and quickly through the hallways. After two years of being carried around, shifted around and such, I was doing ok at finding my way around. The boss himself had made me a promise. I promise that if I stayed here for six months, Jim would be returned to me healthy and alive. They hadn't just had me sit in the cell all day. I was out working all day. From mining and contraction to just cutting grass. I finally reached the Boss's office. I wouldn't call him a boss. He is more like the person that tells you what to do and leaves. No paycheck or just. No explaining just get it done. Not having the patience to pick the lock no more, I just kicked down the door. Two years of heavy work can really pay off. I felt my hand slip from Kit's the second I saw that jerk. I lunged myself at him, the surprise from his face never fully came, much less left. I wrapped my hands around his neck. He gagged.
"Two years. Two dam years." I yelled. I squeezed tighter around his neck. "Tell me where my brother is now, or I'm killing you now!" I yelled louder. My voice echoed through the room. He shook his head. I loosened my grip. He used a red pen and put a red mark on the map of the place, that was on his wall. My hand never left his neck.
"He's there. Starved but alive." That jerk said. I tightened my grip.
"The deal was alive and healthy!" I yelled.
"Please I'll give you the keys, money, jewels, anything." His breath stopped short. His face was getting paler. I let him drop to the ground.
"I want the keys, two pairs of bows with arrows, three horses and a one ticket out of here." I said. That jerk barely managed to get up and hand me two keys, one bronze and the other silver.
"The silver with open the chains to the boy. There will be a back door there that leads to the stable. Take any three horses you want. Another room will be connected that leads to the weapon room. Take what ever you want. A trap door will be were the arrows are, under them. Use the bronze key to get in there and it will lead you to the side of the mountain were we took you." That jerk spit out. I grabbed the keys and Kit's hand and stomped out of the room.
We traveled down many hallways. We saw nobody. Kit remained silent.
"Kit what's wrong?" I asked her. She was never this quite. Two years couldn't have changed her that much. Right?
"Nothing." She mumbled. I knew she was lying. After all, she still was my little sister, no matter the two years.
"Mina," I started. I stopped walking and made her look into my eyes. "What's wrong Mina." Mina froze. She didn't blink, breath, walk, or move. Not anything. I hadn't used her real name since, since. Well, since a long time. She started breathing again maybe 45 seconds later, but to tell you the truth it felt like five minutes.
"Jimmy." She stuttered. "What if-" I cut her off.
"He'll be fine and we can all go home and be happy." I said trying to convince myself.
We walked down many hallways. It seemed endless and I was starting to doubt that I knew where we were going. At last we found the door. I tried opening it. It was locked. The jerk hadn't given us all the keys.
"Kit cover your eyes." I commanded. She covered her whole head. I kicked that wooden door down. Two years of endless, heavy work can really pay off.
"Come on Kit." I said. She followed me into the room and we found our brother.
