(Rue)
A tall, and stif man walks into the room, startling us both.
He grabs my shoulders, and latches a firm grip onto them, making me wince in pain.
Jacks eyes cloud with fury when he sees me struggle under the man's grip, so I send him a pleading look, asking for him not to do anything stupid.
He finally looks away, but hatred still pools in his eyes.
Where is he taking me and Jack?
What is he going to do to us?
My mind races with possibilities, and once again, I find myself facing the challenge of blocking out the horrid thoughts.
I crawl to the cell, my hands bloody and scraped.
Giant gashes slashed against my side.
I need to get to Jack.
I call for help, no one answers.
Suddenly, a shadow hangs over me.
"He's dead," he speaks.
"Here we are," he says pushing me to a door.
I'd forgotten my legs were even moving, to lost in my horror scene.
"This is a room," I say.
He shrugs.
"Yes."
"He gave us a room?"
"You are technically royalty, and you'll have to stay comfortable for the long journey."
"I though the ship couldn't move yet?" I ask, honestly curious.
He laughs the same dark bitter laugh as everyone else here.
"We have new fuel."
I gulp, having a slight idea of what it is.
People.
He pushes us through the door, and locks it behind us.
"Just know there's no way of escaping, so don't get any ideas!"
I hear his footsteps slowly fading, so I turn to Jack.
"I have an idea."
He smirks.
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Hidden Temples
FantasiRue Johnson always wished she could be be normal, just like every body else, but she couldn't. she had a secret, one she had been keeping for seven years straight. She hears things, whispers in her head, with her earphones as the only thing to block...
