Anubis

Chapter four, pt2 - Victoria

I glance around uneasily as we approach two large doors guarded by other Landmen. Beads of sweat and grime are smeared across my face, my messy hair sticking to it uncomfortably. I wince as I move my wrists to loosen the rough rope that's cutting into them, my teeth biting down on the cloth that's tied around my mouth. 

Kit is next to me, his face and body bruised as he struggles to walk, which we've been doing for a few hours now. 

"Open up, we have more prisoners." 

A loud bang occurs from behind the entrance before it opens with a long creak. I hesitate for a second, looking around to see if we could make a run for it. 

"Move," one of them grumbles from behind me as he shoves me roughly. My brows crease as I steady myself, making my way into what seems like a base, or a camp. 

The doors slam shut and locks after we pile in and I find my heart beat accelerating. We might die in here. If not from them, definitely from the disease. 

Young children run around us, dressed in rags, a variety of animal furs draped over a few of them as well. Their hairs are messy, twigs and leaves decorating their heads and my eyes follow them as they squeal in delight. Before I can see where they are headed, we are forced into a large circus like tent, smoke and music filling my senses. 

"Who are these?" A loud voice booms and I find myself tensing up, Kit noticing beside me. He looks at me and winks, to which I frown at. How can he be so calm at a time like this?

"They are some survivors we found a few hours south of here," a beefy landman defends quickly, placing his hand on my back to push me forward. That's when I see the boss of this camp. 

A slender but fit figure sits in a chair, her long tanned legs appearing from the slit of her floor length dress. This dark green dress hugs her nicely, showing off her perfect curves. Her bronzed skin shimmers from the glow of the light protruding from the fire lamps surrounding her. 

Long brown hair cascades down the front of her in lengthy curls while yellow cat eyes squint into my soul. I blink, my eyes dropping to her plump but cracked lips as she speaks. 

"Who are you?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow at me. Her cheek bones become more defined as she rolls her lips into her mouth, waiting for an answer. 

"I'm Lucy," I reply calmly while my heart beats a thousand times per second. She laughs sadistically before pushing herself out of her chair. I swallow the saliva in my mouth as she takes graceful steps towards me, her dress flowing behind her like a cape. 

When she reaches me, she grabs ahold of my chin, narrowing her eyes as she inspects my face. 

"We could easily vaccinate our entire group by trading her," she mutters, her eyes dragging from my face to Kit's. She smirks at him, dropping my chin in boredom before turning in his direction. 

"And who, are you?" She questions as her eyes roam his body. I shoot daggers at her, which get nowhere as she places a tender hand on his shoulder. 

"Kit," he responds uninterstedly, his eyes looking straight forward as she watches him. Something inside her brain switches and she snatches her hand away, retreating back up to her throne. Her dress floats around her as she twists to look at us, her eyes cold and heartless. 

"Send them to the bank."

I look at the landmen as they surround us again, pushing and shoving us into another archway and eventually down some stairs to a cold, dark dungeon type place. 

Bats squeak as water drops onto the floor, the sound echoing throughout the cells. I struggle to see into the darkness and before we know it, we are shoved into a small space, the heavy door slamming shut behind us. 

"Kit," I whisper after a few moments of silence. He responds quickly, a cold hand placing itself on my shoulder causing me to sigh, relieved.

"Where are we?" I ask turning to face the side my shoulder was grabbed. 

"The bank," a dirty voice spouts back, the smell of decay and death blowing against my face. I jerk my shoulder out of their grasp, slipping on a puddle on the floor and landing straight on my ass. 

"Get away from me!" I scream, scurrying back until I feel the rough stone press against my back. 

"You might as well get used to it, you're gonna be here for a while." I hear one of the other prisoners speak up, and I shake my head furiously. 

"No, we have to get more vaccines," I stare wide eyed into the darkness, hot tears threatening to spill. We were travelling along so smoothly, now I don't even know where we are. 

"Face it kid, you're going to die in here, we all are." An other voice pipes in angrily followed by the clang of shackles. I bring my knees up to my chin and whimper, the tears I had tried so hard to keep at bay finally falling down my grimey cheeks.