„We're doomed."

Chapter 6

Horace, Emma and Miss Peregrine were taken by wights. As they entered the fortress, it looked like someone made everything bigger and it looked way more like the inside of the library of souls. It was completely different than from what they saw outside.
Suddenly, Horace was taken away from them, while the two others were pushed forward by wights.
"Wait no! Horace!!" yelled Emma and tried to run over to him, but she got held back.
Emma and their headmistress were dragged away, and the wights led them to some empty cells, where they would stay inside for the next hours.

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Miss Peregrine and Emma were interrupted by a loud noise. Someone was opening the door.
Both backed away in fear.
Two wights stood in front of them, one of them grabbed Horace by his shirt.
„Please don't hurt me!!" he cried out, struggling to free himself. Horace was wearing a long red coat, with a blue stone stuck on front of it. He also had brown pants and a white shirt, which had a pair of grey wings sewn on.
Suddenly, the wight threw him to the ground. Horace began to cry even more and crawled over to Miss Peregrine and Emma. All three were staring at the two wights now, who weren't leaving.
„You." one of them pointed at the ymbryne. „Get up and come with us. He wants to talk to you..."
She stood up and walked slowly towards them. She was shaking, for she knew what was going to happen next.
„Miss P, no!" Emma called out and began to run after her, but the other wight took out a gun and pointed the muzzle at Emma.
„Don't move." he said coldly. „She'll be back soon."
One of them grabbed Miss Peregrine's arm and dragged her out of the cell, closing the door and leaving Horace and Emma without their headmistress.

They walked along the narrow path, passing by other peculiars who were also kept inside cells. Miss Peregrine didn't even want to think about what will happen to them.

They arrived at an entrance, which led to a big hall. It looked like one of the large rooms inside the library of souls, but this one didn't had any shelfs with soul jars in them and it had long windows at the end of it. Alma didn't really know how this was built, but it was his fortress, even though it looked way more different than before. And at the end of the hall was her brother. He sat on a large throne, which was richly ornamented with the old peculiar language. She also didn't know how this throne came here.
Alma was shaking. She didn't want to see him again. But it was going to happen now, and nothing could change it.
„Hello, Alma! I thought I was never going to see you again..." his voice echoed through the hall, loud and frightening.
He stood up. He was almost as big as the hall itself. Then he bend down to her, looking at her with his cold, white eyes.
Alma had her eyes closed and turned her head away from her brother, so she didn't had to see him. But hearing his voice and knowing that he was right in front her was bad enough.
„Look, sister! Look at me!!" he yelled, trying to get his sister's attention.
She carefully opened her eyes. His face was right in front of her. He had two horns and white stripes all over his body, as if it was some kind of markings old peculiar people used to draw on their bodies. The rest of his skin had a dark-bluish tone.
Caul still had wounds from the battle of Abaton, one of them went around his neck and the other one was a long scratch across his face. But the scratch was almost gone. His skin was healing so fast, that Alma could watch the wounds slowly disappear.
It was hard to believe that this monster was still her brother.
„I missed you..." he said in a really frightening way.
The giant reached out his hand and closed it around her, lifting her up. He held her in front of his face and grinned, showing his sharp teeth.
Alma didn't try to escape from his grip, she wasn't even struggling. She was completely helpless.
Caul tightened his grip around his sister.
„Now, I finally have you where I wanted you." his voice was so loud, the walls of the hall were shaking slightly and so did Alma.
"What...what are you going to do with all those peculiars?..." she asked, being nearly crushed between his claws.
She was shaking, but this time, she was shaking from fear.
Caul laughed at her question.
"I'm going to take all their souls." he replied, but then he noticed the other wights staring at him with a disappointed look on their faces.
"And of course I'll share them with my men..." he said, faking a smile. Caul was obviously lying, but the wights seemed to believe him.  „But first, we'll have a nice conversation..."

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Emma and Horace sat inside the cell, worriedly watching the door.
"What is he going to do to her?.." Emma began to say, turning away from the door and looking at the boy.
"From what I just experienced, nothing good..." Horace answered, his face went pale. The look on their faces could tell that they were imagining the same thing.
Emma shook her head, trying to make all the bad thoughts go away. Then she took a look at Horace's clothes and tried to change the subject.
"What are you wearing...?" Emma asked, while Horace was wiping dust from his coat.
„They gave it to me and said that I should wear it. I hate it."
Emma noticed the two sewn on wings on his white shirt.
„What's with those wings? I saw the wights wearing that too..." she said, while looking at his face again.
Horace grabbed his shirt and looked at it closely.
„It must be their emblem. Remember when they called themselves ‚Claywings'?"
Emma nodded. „Yes, of course I do. It was a weird name..."
Both of them turned around when they heard someone opening the door slightly.
A wight threw a bunch of clothes inside their cell.
„You. Girl. Put that on." the man said and walked away again.
Emma took one of them and held it in front of her. It was a blue dress, with some red on it and it had the same grey wings sewn on.
„Oh no..." whispered Horace, knowing what that meant for Emma. „It's like a uniform..."
They both had to work for him. Both of them had to do what Caul tells them to do, otherwise they'd be killed.
Emma pulled the dress over her other clothes and looked down on it. 
"Why do they want us to wear that?.." she asked and grimaced at her new clothes.
"I would like to know who made them..." said Horace, also looking down at his clothes.
"Nevermind..." Emma stood up and walked towards the door. "We have to get out of here!"
She punched the door and it caught fire.
Her eyes shot wide open.
"I could try to burn it down!" Emma smiled at Horace, but he still looked worried.
"We should wait until it's save to escape. You know, because of the guards...."
Emma nodded, quickly put out the fire, walked back to Horace and sat down next to him again.
"I hope Miss Peregrine is okay..." he said and hugged his knees. "Caul needs me because of my peculiarity. I always have to tell him about my dreams, since they are prophetic. But I can't tell him if I haven't dreamed about anything yet!"
Horace was beginning to panic, thinking about what has happened before.
"He's going to kill me soon!"
Emma put her hand on his shoulder.
"Horace. We will find a way out, okay? You won't have to do this any longer."

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( Here's the design, I made for Horace!

And Emma! (Without colours though, and it's just a really small sketch)

Also yes this chapter is a little longer. I wrote it like a week ago, because I already knew what I wanted to write in this scene.)