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Chapter Six (Part Two)

Chapter Six - Part Two

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        I woke to Tina opening the door. In her hands she carried a red dress that almost drug the floor. I cringed when I realized it was for me. The ceremony was today. I had been asleep for most of the day and I noticed the Blood Moon was peaking throught the window. Of course, the ceremony would be held in the dark, I sighed to myself.

"Emzor sent me to clean you up. He wants you to look your best for today." I didn't say anything in return.

      She stripped me of my bloodie jeans and t-shirt and I stood shyly in my underwear. She gasped when she saw the ugly bruise on my side. It was black and blue and my rib cage looked strange. It was horribly broken, I could tell, but luckily I hadn't punctured a lung. She brushed her finger tips across the rib that stood out from all the others. I hissed and stepped out of her reach.

"Don't touch it! It's broken." I said, pointing out the obvious.

"I'm sorry, for everything." She said her eyes brimming with tears. I instantly felt bad for the things I had said to her the day before. It was obvious there was no way she could help me. Even if she tried she would be severely punished. I grabed her arm and gave her a regretful look. "It's okay. Now, stop crying. We don't have time for tears."

     She nodded sobering up and wipped the tears from her face. She uncuffed my hands and handed me the dress she had entered with. I flexed my fingers, they seemed to be healing properly, and turned to put the dress on. It fit quiet well, hugging the top of me snuggly and falling from my waist in waves to the stone floor. It was solid red and strapless. Though it fit me, it was rather boring and plain. Tina then washed my face and arms with a damp cloth, ridding me of all the dirt and grime. She then continued by brushing my long  knotted hair and then washing it in a large bowl another skinny slave brought in. After drying it with a cloth she weaved it to the side in a long braid. She finished with dabbing my face with makeup, something I hadn't saw in a very long time, and never been a fan of. Why the hell did it matter how I looked? I felt as if I were attending my own funeral. Maybe I was. It was looking more like a wedding as the seconds passed, a sick form of a wedding.  I needed a back up plan incase my brother was a no show. Damnit.     

"Done. Emzor will come for you shortly." She nodded in approval and left.

     There was no way I was going through with this 'ceremony'. As soon as I was taken outside I would make a run for it. Not long after Tina left Emzor arrived. He actually put a shirt on for the occasion.

"Kitty, you look edible." He growled lowly. I cringed in disgust. I felt like scratching his eyes out, but I held my breath, keeping my temper in check. He marched forward and grabbed my arm pulling me through the door way and into a narrow corridor. My nose wrinkled as I caught the pungent scent of blood. Guards stood silently in various places as we walked by. They wore all black and all had stern looks upon there faces. It seemed they were keeping me in the basement of a old run down mansion. When we walked outside into the night air a carriage awaited us, pulled by two dark colored horses. My eyes searched for a way of escape, there was none. There were too many guards tucked away in different assortments of places and I knew I would never make it out of there reach. I would just have to sit tight for a better opportunity. Waiting was never my forte, but I would make do.

      The drive to town was short and didn't take near as long as I had expected. The horses came to a stop and Emzor forcefully pulled me out into the red hue of the night. A large amount of people stood waiting. They were crowded around a wooden stage in the center of town. Half starved women and there children stood with an occasional skinny man hovering near them. It was errily silent, none of the people spoke. A large man stood at the center of a makeshift wooden stage with a stone slab directly in front of him, resembling a podium. He was obviously a Dark One as his eyes glowed red in the dark and his mouth was etched into what appeared to be a permanent snarl.