A/N,
I realize the past chapters have been rushed and too much happening in a short spam of time. Instead of re doing it all, which would result in a longer time and be giving up I am going to be planning things out more. A editor is coming y'all so that's good! But, yeah, everything will be going slower now, and more dragged out- but not too much!
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Lykra's P.O.V
"Hey! I heard you did some voodoo shit for your exit yesterday, did you manage to break the non-magic charm I have over the Castle?" Lorenzo pipes up and I sigh.
"Ever heard of a smoke bomb?" I answer and he nods, "well then, you know your answer." I shrug, I had everything on me, all the time.
Adrian sips on his water and I groan as he slurps it down loudly, "won't you hush?" I ask and he imitates my groan, "won't you remember to not feel yourself at the table?" He replies and shrugs before choking down the rest of the cold liquid and chucking the glass out the window. I watch as it soars across the sky outside and lands on a target, just out of the center. He turns his head to see a shard of the glass in it's landing space and sighs. Lorenzo smirks and shovels his food back before throwing his porcelain plate out the window. It hits. The complete center. I laugh as he rubs it in Adrian's face by doing a dance.
"I though you guy's were supposed to be the big bad Jamison brothers?" I comment and pick at my food, Adrian looks at me and deadpans, "who said we weren't?" Lorenzo laughs at this. "Well, " I answer, "No one said... but my eye's don't lie." I shrug nonchalantly and Lorenzo snickers before Adrian laughs.
"And I thought you were supposed to be a scared little girl when I kidnapped you." Adrian fires back and Lorenzo nods in agreement.
"Well, I've just come to accept that death is coming, so why not speed it up. It's like waiting in a line for a hotdog, you're going to get there in the end, so why not speed it up if you have the chance?" I reply and Adrian nods, "do you don't fear death?" He asks me and I tap my chin in fake thought. "No, it just doesn't come as a bad thing to me.." I draw off and he sighs before nodding. "Deep!" Lorenzo pipes up in a high voice and I throw a speck of my burning liquid vial at him. He yelps and I snigger.
"Byotch!" He yells in a Regina George voice and throws a mug of coffee at me from the big wooden table. I shriek in suprise and dodge it quickly.
"Oh! You dare challenge me?!" I scream jokingly and Adrian snickers before I see him leave the room out of the corner of my eye.
I grab a bowl of soup and throw it straight at Lorenzo, in one swift motion he dodges it and I grimace. He laughs at me and picks up another jug of liquid, icy mist floating out of it.
"Oh it's on!" I shout before dodging again and picking up a goblet of wine..
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"I HIT YOU! I HIT YOU!" Lorenzo yells and I glare at him. A small, single drop of black current juice was seated comfortably on my white button up top. I groan in frustration.
"I hate you! I hate you!" I grumble before leaving the room with another smoke bomb, this one in Lorenzo's face. I hear a spluttering cough before I sprint soundlessly out of the room and up stairs to a room that Adrian had designated to me. I still didn't know why I was here, but from previous experiences, kidnapping is kinda OK. When you can look after yourself, and they aren't torturing you. I was going to ask tomorrow, I am going to know why I am here.
Trudging into the large room, I take in it's appearance for the first time.
A beige colored bed was sitting diagonally in a room corner, far away from the big wooden door and the walls were all white. A pair of flowy white curtains were hung, and flailing around, as a small attempt to stop some of the wind coming in from the marble balcony. The balcony looked over a forest and a cliff face the sat along the side of the Castle, begging everyone to try escape, just so they would die. A bookshelf was lined up against one wall, covered in books with five hundred pages or more. Two doors lay on another wall of the room and one led to a small portion of clothes, stocked wardrobe and the other, a bathroom.
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Teen FictionLykra James. Not a normal girl. That was easy enough to tell.