March's Dilemma and Riza's Ex-Husband?

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March

"Well, this sucks," I groan and plop down at the bottom of my bubble. Not only was I separated from the STF, but I was in my own bubble by mysef. Where the heck was Ulison?

When I look down, I know that I'm no where near England anymore. Since I was traveling east, my guess was that I'm somewhere around Italy.

The bubble popped in the middle of the air and it took me a while before I finnaly processed that I was falling. Oh gosh, what if I die? The ground got closer and closer and I screamed, closing my eyes. I'm sorry world! I'm sorry 'Gretto, Riza, Aly, Ulison... all the STF. Just don't let me die!

It had been over a minute before I finally opened my eyes. Was I dead? There were a bunch of bushes and shrubbery around me. They were well-trimmed too. Behind me was a fountain in the shape of a cupid, which made me wonder... who's garden was I in?

"Are you okay?" a voice asks. My eyes widen and I look up to see a man's face. He didn't loo that much older than me. Realization hit me when I noticed I was in his arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I blush and move out of his arms, only to fall on my butt. He laughs and holds out his hand, which I accept and stand up, brushing myself off. What was this? I fall out the sky and a handsome boy catches me like I'm a princess?

The boy smiled and watched me. "I'm Nathaniel, nice to meet your acquaintance. It's not everyday that you'd meet a girl who falls from the sky. Nor one as beautiful as you."

I look at him, only to blush again. He was charming, I'd have to give him that. But this was very...cheesy. Who was this guy and what did he want with me? I know it was probably wrong to judge someone I've never met before, but I think I'll have to be precautious with this one.

"Oh, um... I-I'm March," I finally look away from him as he notices me staring. "I didn't really plan on falling from the sky. It just, well...happened." When I start to walk away, I nearly avoid crashing into the fountain as I fall to the ground. Nathaniel runs over to help me up. I wasn't one to curse, but my ankle hurt like shit.

He looked at me for a moment before crouching down and putting me on his back. When I question him on where we're going, he simply shakes his head and continues. Knowing full well I couldn't do anything, I just laid on his back as a huge mansion came into view.

When we walk in, maids lined up and bowed their heads. "Good afternoon, Sir Nathaniel."

"Please help this little lamb. She means a lot to me," he smiled and some of the maids swooned as others came over to help me. Before I'm ushered away into a beautiful bedroom, Nathaniel looked at me.

"I'll be back for you March. Just wait a few minutes."

Nada

"I swear on my grave that if you touch her, you'll never be able to move again," I growl. This wasn't exactly what I was hoping for. I'd been beaten half to death with Alicia helplessly watching me, temporarily paralyzed from a drug that gave her.

The men simply laughed as another guy punched me in the gut, causing me to spit up blood onto the floor. Alicia's eyes widen and she started whispering, but I yelled at her.

"Don't! Don't call him!" I glare at her and she shuts up.

One man cups my chin and stares into my eyes. "The little baby can't save his girlfriend? How pathetic. Maybe you just don't deserve her then." 

Two heavy-set men pick Alicia up and walk to the back of the room, further away from me. I could tell what they were doing, until one man pressed a button and a huge tank full of water came up from the ground. I didn't take the men much to toss her in like a ragdoll.

"Let her out!" I struggled against my restraints. Alicia squirmed a little bit underwater, having regained some feeling of her body. One man got in the tank and tied her down with weights.

"So, ready to give up now?" the man who had cupped my chin before smirked at me. I glared up at him before spitting in his face. He scrunched up his nose, disgusted, and kicked me in the cheek before walking over to the tank. Opening a latch, he snickered before pressing the button and electricity when through the water, literally shocking the life out of her.

That's when, my mind went blank. I could only hear and see bits and pieces of what people where saying and doing as my consciousness faded in and out.

"Restrain him!"

"What's going on?!"

There were many screams and blood-curdling snaps. Blood splattered on the floor.

"What happened?"

"It's Hell! Hell, I tell you! That kid is Hell himself!"

Glass shattered and a voice intruded my mind.

"Nada. Stop, please."

Elizabeth

"Ah, it's great to be me," I smile to myself. Sitting in my favorite chair, I watched as members of the group known as the STF were being tortured mentally and/or physically in difference bases of mine. Right now, I'd left England and stayed in a summer home with my brother.

A knock on the door interrupted me and I looked back as my brother walked in. Speak of the devil..

"Elizabeath. SItting here in the dark like this is creepy," he sighed.

"You're not in charge of me, Nathaniel. Anyways, what do you want? I'm busy," I turn my attention back to the monitors. The one in Switzerland showed Alison and Dimitri. They were both in seperate rooms, Dimitri tortured mentally and Alison tortured physically with the electricity machine she'd been on before.

"March is here," Nathaniel sighs, running a hand through his hair.

"So... what do you want me to do? Go entertain her. Swoon her, get her to love you, and then crush her little heart to pieces. No.... better yet, just make her fall for you. That way, her little brother and that Spanish whore will come trying to get her and she'll be too in love with you to go back!" I jump out of my chair and run to my dresser, coming back to him with a small bottle. "Put it in her drink. Drug her until the only thing her little brain can think of is you."

Nathaniel took the bottle and looked at it, before looking back at me. "Whatever." With that, he walked out, shutting the door tightly behind him. Wonderful, wonderful... I smiled and looked back at the monitors. I'll definitely need some tea and cake for this.

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