Eversight

Niamh

       I was frustrated with Sage, she barely helped me with Benjamin and the fight. I wish she could understand what I went through. If I tell her, what would happen? She knows nothing of Marcel and me either.

"Niamh, who is that?" Sage whined, again.

"I said, nobody you should be worried about," I said, firm

Sage rolled on her side. I turned back to Marcel and grabbed her pale hand, we walked outside. Marcel's long, white nightgown waved in the wind, along with her black hair. I stared deeply at her sunken cheekbones.

"Niamh, honey who was that in there?" She recited, it sounded almost planned.

"My friend." I blurted, frustrated. Sage was great and all, but do I like her? Does she like me? No, I can't say that, Marcel is gonna be furious if she figures out.

"You can't go running off with other women, she has a husband.." Marcel replied, with the flirtatious and pitiful laugh she always uses.

"How did you know she had-- has a husband?" Does Sage have a husband? Is that who stabbed her..? I pondered, zoning off into the trees. Marcel grabbed my face, trying to lean in. I ducked backward, avoiding it. She gave me this look of disappointment. She reached into her pocket, grabbing something I didn't see.

The needle plunged into my arm.

I woke up, glancing around the cold, poorly-lit concrete walls. I attempted to sit up, only to be restrained onto the chilly metal table. A manly figure stood over me, along with a familiar face.

"What should we do now." The man's voice echoed, his accent was heavy, maybe Irish.

"Question her, you haystack," That voice was too familiar.

I regained my focus, seeing that the black-haired woman was Marcel. I fumed. She was acting so odd, no wonder why I'm here, I thought.

The man held me down, as Marcel unshackled my feet and hands. The man carried me to a chair, sitt6ing me down and shackling me to the chair. Marcel sat across from me, the candlelight was so close to my face.

"Listen, Niamh it didn't have to come to this." She groaned, glaring.

The man's face was familiar. My mind clicked. The man who was yelling at Sage had that accent, but it can't be him, right?

Marcel stood up, approaching the man.

"This, you see, is Sage's 'ex' lover. As long as you help us to get her back, before the goddamn police figure out, you'll be getting cash."

I blanked. There's no way in hell I'm about to sacrifice a human for cash. I wriggled in my seat, before the door swung open, startling all of us. Marcel's head whipped towards the door. Sage entered holding a musket, in a suit?