Trash: A Collection of Stories

Chapter 4

"If you would like, we can pick up our practice session tomorrow. You'll be working with my group of inmates," I stood next to Eve at his table. "You can crash in my room, work starts at six a.m."

"Sure," he seemed a little excited. This would be the first time he's actually got to work with the prisoners.

"Good, I hope you are enjoying yourself." I moved away to mingle. A scream caught me off guard, and not just because it sounded like the person was getting murdered. It was the Princess.

"No one make a movement or I'll shoot," it was Zancrow. He had escaped the magic council a few years ago and no one has heard from him since then. Why is he here now? I wasn't in his line of sight and acted quickly.

Not only am I nice to the inmates, but some even have taught me some new magic such as Racer.

I raced around and took hold of the gun. He felt my movement but not being able to see me, took a blind shot and a bullet landed in my shoulder. I hissed, but pushed the pain aside and ripped the gun from his grasp. With my good arm, I threw a hard punch at his face and he fell to the ground, out cold.

Everyone in the room could now see me. I clutched my hand over my gushing shoulder. "Princess, are you alright?"

"You got shot!" She gasped, covering her mouth at the sight.

"It's nothing. I'll take him down to the dungeon until I can take him to the prison tomorrow," I bent down and threw Zancrow over my good shoulder.

"I'll help you," Sting was by my side in an instant.

"No, it's ok. Don't worry about it," I started limping out of the banquet hall, trying my best to keep myself up.

I heard another gun shot behind me. I guess Zancrow didn't come alone. I turned around and saw two prisoners I have worked with before. Jose Porla and Macbeth. Both are really powerful, but they wouldn't have been able to escape the prison with out help. I bet Zancrow knew about my absence the day I was inviting the guilds. Lousy guards.

They both had their guns pointed at the crowd. "No one will be hurt if Lucy Heartfilia comes with us," Jose barked. I dropped Zancrow and was getting ready to run again.

"Why do you want Lucy?" The princess was now behind Arcadios.

"We just need her," Macbeth pointed his gun at the two. I made my move and sped so I was behind them. Macbeth reacted, somehow knowing I was there and shot me in the leg. I grimaced and fell to the floor at their feet. "You idiot, I know how your magic works."

Jose congratulated Macbeth on stopping me. I was too injured to get up with out help, and waited for whatever they were planning.

"If anyone comes after us they will be shot," Jose turned back the people. Zancrow had woken up and was smiling as he came over.

"Told you a few bullets could take her down," he felt proud of himself as he cuffed my hands. I didn't was to resist now that I could barely move, it would put the castle in jeopardy.

Zancrow did what I did to him earlier, tossing me over his shoulder and the four of us exited. No one followed, which I was happy about because there would most likely be deaths.

"We have to go get Erik and Azuma," Macbeth looked back at me.

"Why do we need them? Can't you just do what you need to do?"

"No, they apart of this so you will show us the way."

Zancrow put me down and wrapped an arm around my waist, so I could stay up right.

"Zancrow, you must tell me how you hid from the magic council for so long," I tried to make some conversation and pull information out of them.

"Just hurry up and show us Azuma and Cobra," he wouldn't even look at me. I sighed, rolling my eyes and let him help me. Royal guards would run up but I called them off, telling them I had things under control. They knew not to go against my word, pretty much anyone in their right mind wouldn't go against my word.

"Azuma," Macbeth un clipped my keys from under my dress and unlocked the cell.

"Lucy? Why are you here so-" his eyes fell on Zancrow. "Oh?"

"Long time, no see bud," Zancrow scoffed.

"What's going on?" He looked back to me.

"You're coming with us," Jose answered for me. He didn't move until I nodded my head. I tried to move over to him, since he's way better than yellow hair, but Zancrow had a different idea.

"No, I can't trust you with him, you could easily escape. Now where's Cobra?"

The five of us went to Erik's cell, he was awake and sitting up against the wall. "Macbeth?" He questioned, squinting.

"Get up, we need to hurry." The next thing I know, the floor is rumbling .

"What is going on?!" I gasped, leaning closer to Zancrow.

"Jose, show us the way," Macbeth yelled. We all broke into a sprint towards an exit. We burst out into the courtyard. I looked up in awe.

"How did you get The Christina??"

"That's not important, get on," we raced on board. The ship took off almost as soon as we got on.

"Can you please explain what is going on?" Cobra looked around anxiously.

"I would be glad to," a voice came from behind us. My eyes widened and my knees went weak.

"It's you," I mumbled, collapsing in Zancrow's arms from shock.

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