Forget Me Not- NaLu

Pride

Chapter 18- Pride is a Sin and a Woman's Best-Friend

Lucy rode in what seemed to be a wagon. She looked down at her hands and feet which were cuffed. She looked around, unsure of her surroundings.

"Stupid mountain!" She heard someone bark. She looked up, past the back of the wagon to the only source of light, a small window. The wagon jumped.

"Hate this bumpy-ass rode," someone else cursed.

"Oh, shut the hell up, I'm the one driving." It was the first voice. She looked toward the tiny window. She crawled to it, peering out. She saw the back heads of two men, one driving and the other riding passenger. She looked past them, unable to see anything other than the gravel rode.

Given the situation, she guessed that she was in fact not a guest. Most likely the opposite. She scooted toward the very back of the wagon, farthest away from the men. She didn't want to make them aware of her presence.

Where was she? Who was she? What's going on?

She didn't know who she was, or what was happening, but her gut told her it wasn't good.

She tried to get as much information from the two bickering men as possible. They were loud, and since they weren't aware she was awake, didn't try to discern any information from her.

"Why do we gotta go up this mountain? It's the road of death!" One of them yelled.

"Because the boss needs to make sure no one can follow our prisoner! No doubt whatever town we snatched him from we'll be after us."

"Fableridge."

"What?"

"The town is Fableridge."

"Does it look like I give a shit?"

"That's my home-town, you jerk!" They began bickering again. Fableridge? The way one of the men said it kinda sounded like it was precious to him.

"Hurry up, we gotta take him in!" One of them said, throwing his thumb at Lucy.

Him? Lucy looked down. She obviously wasn't a man, so why did they call her a him? An insult?

All she knew was she had to get out of there fast. She leaned against the wagon's door, using all her strength while trying to stay quiet. It was almost as if it were locked. Lucy hoped not.

Her heart began to run as the men soon stopped the wagon, and left the coach. Lucy gulped. She could either spring when they opened the door- if they opened the door- or fake being unconscious and prepare a sneak attack.

Panicking, she choose the latter, falling with a thump, pretending to be asleep. When the men opened the door, light blinding Lucy through her eyelides, she tried not to stir.

The poked her, harder and harder till they were practically punching her. Impatient, the grabbed her shackles, dragging her off the wagon, and dropped her to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" Said a irritated voice. Lucy cracked a single eye, careful not to be noticed. This woman was vaguely familiar.

A short pink Sakura printed robe, crystal, deep sapphire eyes. Lucy felt something flash her mind. Fire. . . An old woman who was wearing the exact thing this lady was now.

Did she know this woman? Before she lost her memories?

The woman approach Lucy, crouching low.

"Venus-sama," chocked one of the men, a slight blush on his cheeks.

"You poor, poor, old man." Venus purred at Lucy. Old Man? "Take him to the cell at once, I will not have you two foiling our plans!" She yelled, turning her head to face the two men.