The END

Just Dred-ful

In the real world, well the world I use to live in, I never had a job. I played sports but I never had time for a job, but I do now. Except in this line of business, the payment is me earning back my little sister. It's been two weeks since I made the deal. I haven't seen her in that time either. Two eternal-like weeks, and I can feel the crazy starting to drown me. It's slowly tearing me apart from the inside out, and worst thing is, I like it.

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We were inside his tent, sectioned off from the rest of group and we had to go through a maze of isles to get there. I also knew that no one would be able to hear him, he'll keep his 'innocent' leader look to his people.

"The names' Dred Morell." The man arrogantly spoke with his back facing me. I took in his appearance,brown spiked hair, a black leather jacket, and peaking out from under his leave was a twisting tattoo.

I snorted to his comment, to make it obious that I didn't care. Although, his name fit him perfectly.

"What a Dred-ful name." I said, barley containing my laughter. I had to say that, it was just the perfect thing to say.

He whipped around so fast that I didn't have time to react. His hand conneted with my jaw which sent my face the other direction.

"You will show me respect when talking to me." He hissed. His eyes gleaming fierce with hatred and the lust for power.

"Yesss sir." I growled emphasizing the S's. "I'm Dred-fully sorry about that." I couldn't help myself. I busted out laughing. I welcomed the second slap that cut in my face and drew blood. He gripped my face in his hands and took his sleeve and wiped the blood of my face. I stared at him confused, but he pushed me away from him.

A look of anoyance flashed briefly across his face, but it served as an approvement to look that had been on him previously. I apologized, the correct way, without making anymore Dred- ful jokes.

He grinned, accepting my temporary surrender.

"You want your sister back, Ash?" He abbreviated my name. I was temporarily frozen. Ash, was what my family use to call me. I shook it from my head.

"Yes! I want my sister back! Where is she? What did you do?!!!?" I tried not to raise my voice. Anger was mixing with excitement and longing, which resulted in my voice sounding like a lamb that doesn't want to be led to the slaughter. I wanted, no NEEDED my sister back. I knew it was only a matter of time before I lost myself.

His sinister smile crept back on his face. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew my only weakness, but he didn't know that my weakness, was lethal. Instead of being a walking corpse, I'll be a different person.

"The question you should be asking is, what can you do, to get your sister back?" He purred.

What does that mean? I decided to humor him and ask. "What can I do to get my sister back?" I asked.

"You are going to do, whatever I want. Whenever I want. You're going to be a spy, organizer, washer, cook, cleaner, everything. If you do good, you get to see your sister." He said in one breath.

"All I get is to see my sister?" I asked annoyed.

"I know what you did on that roof. My men watched you for the two and a half hours that it endured." Dred said.

"You might know what I did, but you don't know why!" I fired back.

Again, I felt the strong sting of another slap. "Watch your tongue. If you don't understand respect, maybe I should give Jessa your punishment instead." He said slowly. How did he know her name? I wanted to throw myself at him and beat him till he answered, but the muscles bulging from underneath his jacket kept me in place.