Blue Blood

Finding Little Red

"Hmm, in that case I think I'll keep you restrained a little while longer." She smirks. I jump at her, pulling at my restraints with all my might and barring my teeth. I want to strangle her tiny little neck. She jolts backwards before giggling. "Haha, you scared me, good for you. Alright, hold still and this shouldn't hurt too much."

Promptly, she swishes her finger in the air, silver dust flying from her finger tips. The vines snake and slither around me and push me off the bed and to my feet. The vines hold my arms down at my sides but leave my legs free. I try to shimmy out of it but with each squirm it only gets tighter. "Yeah, I wouldn't squirm too much if I were you, you still need to breath right?" My ribs feel like they're going to break from the pressure.

"Follow me and don't try anything, Kay?" I growl at her and stand my ground. I'm not going anywhere with a complete stranger, let alone one like this! "Oh, it's gonna be that way, is it?" She grumbles annoyed. A vine snakes around my neck causing me to gulp and lift my head higher. The vine stretches out to her hands and she starts to drag me out. I still try my best to hold my ground but she isn't as weak as she looks and I can't breath at all anymore.

"Oh come on, you're really going to suffocate yourself over this!?" She yells with a grunt. Quickly a vine swipes at my legs causing me to loose balance and fall forward. The vine loosens around my neck and I take 2 big gulps of air, sweet, sweet, air. "Just cooperate with me a little bit, dammit! Ya fuckin Goliath, moose!" "I am NOT a moose!" "Whatever you say, hoof brain!"

She starts pulling me again but since I can't get to my feet, I'm just slowly gliding across the floor, my face purple from lack of air. Finally she stops and throws her hands up exasperated. "Look, this is NOT going to work out like this. You need to cooperate with me." "Go to hell!" I spit. She chews on her lip angrily and storms off down the hall.

Gah, finally! Fucking fairies. I take a look around me and try to get my feet under me. At least I'm outside now and not stuck in that room with her (ugh). The soft autumn breeze felt nice against my skin and I realized I was on a bridge. So these ARE tree houses. Best be weary of where I step.

Struggling for a few moments, I'm finally able to get to a sitting position. I roll my shoulder with a pop and regret it. Everything hurts, not surprising since I just survived a cave full of little DEMONS and a psychotic pixie. I hope Rody's doing alright, I have to find him.

I slowly pull myself to my feet, wincing and groaning. By the time I'm up, my legs feel like their going to fall off. Gods, these bridges are not made for bigger people. I slowly stumble forward, checking each step before I fully commit. This would be a lot easier with arms. Don't look down, just think about Rody and how your going to kill every last one of those pricks that have touched him, and for the people who hurt him, a fate worse than death. Oh yes, there will be blood.

I make it across the bridge and glance around, making sure no one is following me. This place is so unlike any I've seen, how will I-

As if on cue, the angelic sound of him giggling sweeps down the hall. My heart skips and I follow that sound immediately. He's laughing, that's a good sign, right? He's okay right? I swear if something happened . . .

I rush down the hall as fast as a person with their arms restrained can, almost falling on my face multiple times. This place is so huge, I can't even remember which way the laughter came from. The calttering of cookware sounds throughout the area. I follow it and find a large door made of some kind of silvery oak wood. The light shines beautifully against it.

I look around me, trying to find something that will let me in or at least cut these chain-like vines. The only thing that I can find in a large glass pot. Maybe I should look around a bit more-

Voices appear on the other side of the door.

Screw it, it's now or never. My leg swings back and collides with the pot shattering into tiny pieces. the voices on the other side of the door stop for a moment before picking up again. Crouching to the ground, I pick up a shard and start cutting the vines.

"Ow, fuck!" I hiss as the glass cuts into me and falls to the floor. Quickly i scoop it back up and keep slicing. The vines are tough but the glass seems to do the job and soon enough I can feel the vines loosen around me. It's difficult, but i'm able to slip out of the binding.

My hands shoot to my pockets. It's still here. I breath a sigh of relief, running my fingers down the jewels of the handle. I extend it out and harden my stance. Alright, you've got this. You've beat the cave of wyrms, a giant troll, and a pixie sex offender. You've got this.

I burst the door open, hammer held at the ready. "Tell me where-" I stop short and gawk for a moment.

The room seems to be some sort of bathing house. Water streams from sprockets on the walls, glittering and pink. In the center of the room was a large pool of water where all the streams seemed to lead. Golden fish and toads decorated around the rim, light shining off there orange bodies. A group of fairies lined the outside of the pool with buckets of water in their hands and fear on their faces. In the center of the water, he sat, perfect and pristine.

"Mags? It-it can't be." Rody sputtered, eyes filling with tears.

"They told me you were dead."