Dark Figures

Chapter 10: Christina

Chapter 10 (Christina)

When I finally opened my eyes, I was being dragged through a stone hall way that was right out of one of the pictures of medieval castles. I heard a groan and looked over to see Nicolette at my side. Her hands were bound and I looked at mine to notice mine were also tied together with ropes. She was being dragged by what looked like a knight. She blinked her eyes groggily and looked over at me and gasped.

"Christina!" She whispered, I could hear the fright in her voice.

"Nicolette! What happened!?" I whispered back, hoping she remembered more than I did, which in my case would be more than nothing.

"I don't know, I was walking to Elliot's room, he was going to meet me there, and when I got to the door I just remember everything going black" she informed me. Great, she remembered less than me.

I tried to turn in and look to see who was dragging me along, but whoever was holding me, had an iron grip.

"HEY!" I shouted at them, "were are you taking us!?" I yelled at my captor, I struggled, hating the fact that there was nothing I could do to get away

"Shut up and stop struggling" The captor answered, making his grip tighter

Finally we stopped by a door. They opened the door, and dragged us in, closing the door behind us and pushed us to the floor. I looked over at Nicolette, tears falling silently down her dirty face, I'm sure mine looked similar, but without the tears.

I couldn't let them hurt her. I rolled onto my back, tripping two guards with one fluid moment. I skipped up, the gymnastics training coming in handy. A guard charged me with a spear and I spun around, only leaving the rope binding my hands together in the way. I was able to let the spear break the ropes then grab it, spinning it and turning it so it stabbed the guard who had been holding it. He screamed in agony and collapsed holding his stomach, blood dripping through his fingers. I turned around in time to duck a sword. It was a nice sword, I wanted to fight with it. I stabbed towards the hand holding the sword and the sword dropped in my waiting hand. I let the spear go, the person pulling it went flying back at the sudden lack of resistance. I swung the sword, cutting two more guards in the ribs, both of them immediately collapsing. This sword was awesome, it swung smoothly with a graceful arc and light weight hold. I looked around, but there were no more guards standing.

I looked at Nicolette and she was sitting on the ground, head between her knees, when I heard clapping behind me. I whirled around, ready to lunge at the next threat but a small man standing held his hands up. He had the traditional dark hair and olive skin that was traditional to nefarious, but was paler than most, probably from rarely leaving this castle.

"What do you want" I snarled, sword pointed at his throat.

"You touch me and a hundred more guards come in" he said, pointing at the door, raising his eyes in challenge "and then I will not even consider sparing either of your lives" giving a Nicolette a sympathetic glance. I couldn't let that happen. I couldn't let anything happen to her. Oliver was right about my weakness, I couldn't watch people suffer, especially my best friend.

"What do you want?" I growled, repeating myself, still refusing to relax

"Well, let me introduce myself, I am King Zeiden of the Nefarious. Let me explain something to you, I know that the Philanthropic and Mezzo are on the brink of war. You are the only one who can stop them. I am the King of chaos. War is chaos, therefore a war would be quite in my favor." How could I stop a war?

"So you are going to kill me, so the war happens?" I rolled my eyes, he could try "Nope," he paused looking at me smug "I want your hand in marriage."