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The Secret In The Nursery Rhyme

  "If you won't join me, then I guess you'll get to join your precious boyfriend in the adventures of torture," Ash says, menacingly. He turns his back and I see tons of horrifying, scary tools, such as knives and whips, on his work table. That's when it hits me. Every single, horrifyingly painful tool that my father owns, was used on Chase. I squeeze my eyes shut and try not to think of what my father did to Chase, failing miserably. Tears stream down my cheeks and I start to weep. "Oh, get over yourself, crybaby," says Ash. Chase starts singing again:

Rock a bye, baby
In the treetop.
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall.
And down will come baby
Cradle and all.

  I tune him out and try to think of a way to get both of us out of here. Then I suddenly remember that I have a hidden ability! I can use my hypnotic voice to trick my father into letting Chase and I go free! It's the perfect plan! I focus really hard and sing, "Oh, father." He turns around, his eyes flashing blue. "It's working," I think. "Do you think you could do Chase and I a favor and let us out of here," I ask. He blinks once and his eyes are back to their original color. "Nice try, but that won't work on me," he says. "What," I ask, baffled. "But-but how- what- why?" "I have all of the same special abilities as you, so I can't be affected by them," he says. My blood boils with anger and fury towards my father as I try to ignore Chase, who is singing another nursery rhyme:

The itsy bitsy spider
Climbed up the water spout.
Down came the rain and
Washed the spider out
In came the darkness
And terrorized the town
And the itsy bitsy spider
Had got his way again.

  I suddenly realize that Chase changed the words to the nursery rhyme. Why? What do they mean? I don't have time to think about that, though. I need to figure out a way to get out of here with Chase. I look at Ash, who has his back turned, and then Chase, who is still tunelessly singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider. I tap my fingers on my pocket and I feel something in it. I look over to Ash, who is not paying Chase and I any attention. Then I stick my fingers in my pocket and pull out a beret. "Eh, good enough," I think. I stick the tip of the beret into the lock on my left wrist and the cuff clicks open. "Score," I think. I use my left hand to free my right hand. "I'm free," I think. "I'm free!" I quietly step off the bed and start to unlock Chase's left cuff. His eyes dart over to Ash and he starts to panic. "What's wrong," I ask, softly, as I unlock his right cuff. He starts to sing another nursery rhyme in a deranged, panicky voice:

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.
Ring around the rosey
What do you suppose we
Can do to fight the darkness
In which we drown?

  Okay, he is definitely trying to tell me something, but I can't figure out what it is. For now, I try to soothe him so we can escape without being noticed. "Yes, that's very nice," I say, softly. "That is one of my favorite nursery rhymes." He shakes his head vigorously and starts singing again, but this time, quicker:

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.
Ring around the rosey
What do you suppose we
Can do to fight the darkness
In which we drown?

  "I'm so sorry," I say. "I don't understand." He gives a frustrated huff. "Let's get out of here," I whisper, grabbing his hand. I run through the halls of my father's giant castle-like house, grasping Chase's hand and pulling him with me, all the while telling him to be quiet because he keeps singing Ring Around The Rosey. I finally find a door. I turn the knob and it opens! Wow. My father isn't as brilliant as he acts. I sneak outside, pulling Chase with me, and quietly close the door. I turn to face Chase, stand on my tippy-toes, and wrap my arms around his neck. "I'm so glad that you're alive," I breath. "I'm so glad that everything's all right." He breaks away from the hug and shakes his head vigorously. Then he starts to sing again:

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.
Ring around the rosey
What do you suppose we
Can do to fight the darkness
In which we drown?

  I rack my brain for answers. He's trying to tell me something, I just know it, but I don't know what he is trying to tell me. I look at him and say, "I promise I'll try to figure it out as soon as we get back home." He nods and continues singing. I grab his hand and run all the way back to the hydra loop, which leads to the island. Once we make it back, Chase is still singing Ring Around The Rosey, and, just as I expected, everyone is asleep. It's because of my father's sleeping spell. I lead Chase to one of the lunch tables, still grasping his hand, and sit him down. I sit down in front of him. Chase sings,

Ring around the rosey
Pocket full of posies.
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.
Ring around the rosey
What do you suppose we
Can do to fight the darkness
In which we drown?

  "Come on, Lyrica, think," I tell myself. "Why is he singing that? Why?" He sings the song over and over. Suddenly, the words, Ashes, ashes, we all fall down, make sense. Then I think of the words, "What do you suppose we can do to fight the darkness in which we drown?" They make sense, too! The island is going to burn to ashes. That means so will we because we are on the Island! I understand now! I grab Chase by the face and start laugh-crying. "You're a genius," I exclaim. "You're a genius, Chase! I love you so much!" "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down," Chase exclaims, happily. Then his expression goes from joyous to terrified. "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down," he screams. "Ashes, ashes we all fall down!" "Hey," I shout. He keeps panicking. I grab him by the face and yell, "Hey! Look at me!" He looks at me, pure fear in his eyes. "Look at me," I say, gently. The fear in his eyes is gone, though he still has that deranged look. I look deep into eyes and whisper, "Everything is gonna be okay. All right?" He nods. There is less fear in his eyes now, I can tell, but he's still not my Chase Davenport. I want my Little Genius back.

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