Assassin [Yogscast]

Chapter 10

I just realised yesterday that I posted chapter 3 and 4 on the same day, yet I don't remember doing so. *exaggerated clapping* GOOD JOB ME, JJ, WELL DONE.

Pain and confusion coursed through Ciara as she became aware of where she was. Her body was cold and stiff, her cheek pressed against the cruel cobblestones that served as her bed. As her vision focused, she could work out slender metal bars towering around her like a forest, the gaps between them far too thin for her to squeeze through. She placed her palms on the icy floor, shakily forcing herself into a sitting position, her fingers not properly responding when she tried to move them. There was a crisscross of shallow snow on the ground around her, and as she awkwardly drew her cloak closer around herself for warmth she noticed she was in a cage. To the people walking by on the streets, she must've looked like an animal, trapped and panicked as she was pointed and stared at, some even laughing at her sorry state. Her cage was elevated, stood on a platform only slightly bigger than what it held. The bars were freezing, so she avoided leaning on them for support, but from a few tugs and pokes she established that the material was incredibly strong and next to impossible to break out of. There wasn't enough room to stand up, so if she tried she would have to almost be bent double. Barely any children seemed to be here even though it seemed a nice enough street, pleasant buildings that all appeared to be shops, but opposite her she could see directly into a welcoming café. She breathed into her hands, rubbing them together, hoping for the feeling to return to them. A cheery family were walking down towards her, and for a moment she imagined her in the young girl's position, holding her parent's hands and walking next to her brother and sister, commenting innocently on 'how big mummy was getting'. It was almost scary how similar that family was to her own if everyone had lived. To her surprise, instead of just striding past, the kids came right up close, forcing the parents to semi-reluctantly follow. She gave a wave and a smile despite herself, before noticing that her fingers were going blue and pulling a panicked face then shoving her hands inside her cloak.

"Excuse me miss, but why are you in the cage?" The boy asked softly, before suddenly looking stricken. "I mean, if you are fine with telling us, I don't really mind either way..."

She gave a airy laugh, deciding to make the most of her rapidly diminishing time. "I'm a bad person and... And I'm going to go to the moon and stay there."

"Why are you a bad person?" He inquired, completely forgetting his manners once again.

"I sent other people to the moon, so I have to go after them and apologise. Though why the people who told me to apologise put me here instead of sending me to the moon first is beyond me." She explained, her breath coming out in a fog.

"Oh, that's silly." He paused before deciding on something else to say, the parents watching in confusion. "What's your name, miss?"

"My name is Ciara, what's yours?" She replied, unable to help herself thinking about whether she and Ridge would ever have had kids.

"Tommy!" He stated proudly, puffing out his chest in the most adorable gesture.

"And who are these two?" She questioned, genuinely curious of the answers.

The older sister smiled, though she seemed a little wary, clearly understanding a little more than her brother. "Clover, and she's Kaitlyn. She hasn't spoken a word before."

Ciara crawled a little closer to their side of the cage, not touching the bars, just examining little Kaitlyn, who's bright green eyes shone up at her. "Hey there Kaitlyn, how are you?"