Broken B1 - A Sophitz Story

Chapter 27

Sophie's POV

"Do you know where Fitz is?" I asked Keefe.

"Mm, no. You're the wife here, I thought he would tell you."

"Mommy," Kenric came up behind me. "Where's daddy, I wanna show him my new paper airplane!"

"Wait a second, honey," I told him. "He's... he's at work."

"Ugh. He's always at work," My son complained.

"That's 'cause he's an emissary, honey. Now go play." I shooed him off.

"I'm starting to get worried." I turned to Keefe.

"You know," he said with a serious tone. "Now that Fitz is gone, you could be with me."

"WHAT THE F*CK!" I slapped his face so hard it left a hand shaped mark on his cheek. "I'm going to find him." I mumbled under my breath as I stormed out of Lillygrotto. "Just get out of this house!" I yelled behind my shoulder.

Keefe light leaped away without hesitation.

"Where is he?" I sobbed as I crumbled onto our bed.

Fitz's POV

"My family will find you," I hissed.

"That's what you hope. I could easily kill you with a snap of my fingers." A deep male voice echoed across the empty room.

"But you won't, 'cause you need me." I tucked myself into a corner of the dark, damp cave.

"That's what you think. You're just an... extra material to make things easier. Don't think I will hesitate to kill you." A hazy silhouette appeared from the shadows.

I had nothing to say to that. All I could do was stall.

"Once the moonlark is in my possession, I can show people who should really rule. Not those mindless councillors at least."

"She has a name you know," I snapped. Sophie Elizabeth Foster, I thought. No, Sophie Elizabeth Vacker.

Help! I tried to transmit, but my mind short circuited.

"You thought I was that stupid, huh?" he asked when the headpiece that I hadn't noticed on my head was blinking red. "I was able to... borrow something from your friend." I cringed at the memory of the circlet around Sophie's head.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Can you not see the resemblance?" he asked. "Nevermind that." He snapped his fingers and hovering in front of him was a large chainsaw. "What do you think? Should I kill you with this? Or maybe a rope, to suffocate you,"

I needed more time. "You might want to go for something fancier. More elegant."

"Oh, you're right! Maybe a swiss army knife?"

"No, too small. Maybe something that will kill me slower, you know, to torture me."

"Oooh! I know the perfect thing! Poison. Now let's see, are we going to use ogre bacteria... or- ooh! I know, snake venom. Kills you slow, but not too slow that I'll have to wait for you to die!"

"Maybe you don't wanna do it today?" I tried.

"Eh, now sounds fine. Here comes the choo-choo train!" He brought the bottle closer to my lips. Before I could react, the venom was already down my throat.