Believe

The Escape Plan That Didn't Work

Fantasy was pushed into a dark room by a surprisingly strong Shadow. The room was the size of a normal walk-in closet, with a wooden bench, no windows, and a black gate and fence, about a foot from the heavy metal door.

No. It was not a musical door. It was metal, and heavy.

Logan, one of Dark's most loyal Shadows, was a strange sight. Imagine Justin Beiber. With a little kid's voice. And a fedora.

Yes. A fedora. A brown one.

Back to the scene...

"You'll regret this. They will get me." Fantasy threatened. She tried to sound powerful, even though her voice cracked, and it was obvious that she was about to break into tears.

Logan grunted. "Yeah, right."

Stop it, stop crying, she forced herself to think. I am strong. I am life. I don't need a hero to save me a million times. I don't need help, constantly. I don't... But that just made it worse.

Logan locked the door with a black, dirty, skeleton key, opened the big metal door, and left Fantasy in the small room crying.

* * *

Hunter screamed as she dropped down at an incredible speed. Rocks were still falling, just barely missing her.

The last layer of ground was nearing.

Yes, she was a shadow, but she wasn't like a transparent ghost. More like sticking your hand in jello. A fall like this... Splat!

Yeah, she's already dead. But, more like half-dead.

And full-death was nearing.

"Help!" Hunter screeched.

Close.

Closer. "I didn't know!"

Really close. "I promise to be good!"

Running out of ways to say close. "I love you, Logan!" She closed her eyes and fell, practically hearing the stones flying as she landed. "Be a good brother," she murmured. It was the last thing she would murmur for a long time.

* * *

"Lunch," an unfamiliar voice said. A different Shadow walked in with a plate of crackers.

Fantasy looked at the crackers. "Really?" She sighed.

"Yep." Then the Shadow left.

So much for secretly-escaping-with-a-Shadow-who-hated-Dark-but-still-served-him.

Well, the thought did cross your mind, didn't it?

Fantasy took a bite of a cracker. It smelled like dirt.

Ew.