As I wait, I found a rock with a chalky powder on it and start tallying how many minutes I'm there. So far I'm at 15 minutes. I know, it's ridiculous. It feels like I've been here for weeks.
Finally, somebody opened the door of the dungeon and some of the light hit the cell I was in.
A pair of footsteps reach the bottom of the staircase. I watch the pair of shoes slowly show up in front of the cell door.
"Harley? Are you still alive?" I slightly gasp. "Dr.Alvarez?"
I look at his outfit. He's dressed in the same clothes I last saw him in. "Thank god I found you!" I say quickly.
He snorts,"More like I found you."
"Wait, what do you mean, 'you're still alive'?! Why wouldn't I?"
He scoffed. "I wasn't going to sacrifice myself. I needed a test subject, and you appeared."
I rolled my eyes. "What's happening and why's everyone here wearing weird dresses and suits! And why am I in a castle?!" My voice raises with each word.
"Shush! We don't want anyone finding me in here. I'm going to explain this as quickly as I can. When I made you turn around I hit you with a glass bottle and you passed out."
I look at him for a few minutes. "What. The. HELL!" I exclaim. "Why the fu-" I was cut off once again.
"Just let me finish first, and then you can yell at me." I sigh harshly, but still comply. "I then dragged you to the time portal and put you back in time. From then on I watched you. Then I saw you get taken by the prince so came to propose a proposition. I will give you 1 million dollars if you stay here for at least 6 months." he explains.
My jaw drops to the ground. "One m-m-million dollars?" He smiles.
"Yes! One million dollars."
I don't have to think about my response "We have a deal good fellow."
We shake hands. "But there are some things you can't do here-" The dungeon's door opens. "I gotta go. Don't do anything stupid!" He then disintegrates into thin air.
I roll my eyes. Who did he think I am. Of course i'm going to do something stupid.
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The Tale Of Harley
HumorHarley Francois, a 21 year old that seemed to always find herself in situations. What's better than getting fired from your job, beating up your boss, and getting chased by the police? Finding a secret lab and forced to go back in time to study...