Cruel Deception (On Hold)

Chapter Six

Pain then comfort was instant. I heard something snap and fell with a thud and I was lighter. I stayed exactly in the same position, remembering.

I could hear snoring to my left. There was movement around me, I could feel the vibrations of the hover car. Was I still being transported? To the castle. Angel’s castle. I peeked my eyes open slightly, there was a jolt forward, then the vibrations stopped. The interior of the hover car was black leather, it was spacious, at least a half a room big with leather couches facing in to the center. The hunter was sleeping silently on the other couch facing mine. I was alone in the back with him. The black window made it impossible for me to see the driver. And what’s better? Making myself harder to be seen by the same driver.

What was the jolt I had felt earlier? Were we already there? The floor was smooth and black like the rest of the car it seemed. My handcuffs lay there, fallen off, or had I found the key to their invisible lock? I looked once more at the hunter’s face. It looked like the distorted, older version of the man I had memoirs with. His whole complexion was lost. Lost in his dream world, maybe? Some part of me wondered if he knew I would’ve have gotten out of the hand-cuffs and escaped. It’s too bad that I never found out.

Sliding to my feet I hustled to the door only a couple feet from me. My head was hurting, was it because I had used too much of my abilities today? Well I would only need them once more today. Feeling the door with my senses I pushed my hand through the air toward it and slowly but surely it opened.

We had stopped; the car was parked on a garden path. I could hear people talking from the side of the car. I peered out, trying to find the location of the voices. Two men were walking along the long hovercraft toward the now open door. The first, a brawny, rough looking man started to run and shout to his friend in a language I didn’t fully understand. Instantly, almost without thinking I lept out the hovercraft and started to run. And I realized I had lied to myself. I used my powers to make my feet go faster as I sped away from my pursuers. I knew where I was, and where I needed to go so I didn’t stop. The path they were unloading me from was the one that led to Bran, and I wouldn’t go to him. Never would I choose freely to go to bran. Instead I sought for the one person I had too. Angel.

I ran as far as I could until my magic finally gave. I slowed to a walk. Walking wasn’t as difficult. But it made time slower, harder almost. My mind began to drift and think of him. This is one thing I didn’t want to happen at all. How could one person affect me so much? I had met him once for crying out loud. A suspicion entered my mind that I didn’t have feelings for him, what if he planted them inside of his head so I would say yes to his proposal?

“Gosh, I sound mental.” I told myself. And now I was talking to myself, great!

I was still wearing that horrible dress from the party the night before. It was muddy and filthy and was truly weighing me down. I stopped and sat on a rock. I could see my destination from here, so it was a good time to stop and catch my breath. I ripped the bottom of the dress to my knees. That would at least make it lighter. I inhaled deeply. I had to be unemotional even though I knew deep down I couldn’t possibly be.

Gathering myself I made for the last stretch of my walking. I could see the proud, tall walls of the castle but that of course wasn’t my destination. I felt the tall green prickly fingers of  the hedge maze. I couldn’t help but remember the feeling of being here the last time. The exhilaration, the adventure that then seemed to hold no danger. Hesitantly I walked through the entrance; the problem would only be to find the center once more. A cool breeze hit my cheek and a shuddered slightly. I took the first right confidently. I just needed to feel my way through this. The night before was blurred I could only remember his face, which I quickly pushed from my mind. But of course that didn’t matter, his face stayed painted in my mind. I didn’t make sense at all that I might feel this way about another person. Sure, I loved Big Mama and Davie but this was so different emotional. I felt like he had taken over my mind, was it some kind of mind control?