Chapter 7: Prisoner
Sophie's POV
Tinker, Livvy, and Keefe lay unconscious on the floor.
There's no sign of Kirstin, and a large hole in the far wall is proof that she is gone.
"H-how?"
Mr Forkle stutters.
"We were right outside the door! We would have heard something! And how did she break through the wall?"
I hurry to Keefe and check his pulse, then the others.
"Well good news, there all still alive, just unconscious. I'll hail Elwin just to make sure though."
I say, pulling out my imparter.
Elwin answers in a matter of seconds, and I tell him the situation.
"On my way." He says before hanging up.
(Do elves 'hang up' on imparters?😂)
Exactly thirty seconds later, Elwin rushes into the room.
After checking on the three sleeping persons, he says,
"Well, from what I can tell, they hit or were hit on the back of the head.
They each have a bump forming in almost the same place.
I'm sure they'll be fine, but they'll have a major headache when they wake up."
"Major? More like deathly."
Keefe groans as he starts to sit up.
Then his eyes widen and he turns quickly to the bed.
"No! She's gone!"
He cries, standing and running towards the hole.
"What happened here, Keefe?"
I ask slowly.
He turns to us and runs a hand down his face, moaning.
"A few seconds after you walked out, we heard a clink and a small obscurer fell to the floor from somewhere.
Before we could inspect it, a hole was ripped in the wall, and two black cloaked Neverseen members stepped in. One of them was a guster, and when he or she raised his or her hand, a gust of wind knocked us all against the wall. Then I woke up a few minutes ago, and Kirstin and the Neverseen are gone!"
Kirstin's POV
"Wake up sleepy head!"
A raspy voice hisses.
I slowly open my eyes a crack.
Why in heck am I always getting sedated or passing out!?
My vision is blurry, and my head aches.
Rough ropes, bind my hands and feet and I'm sitting in a steel chair, in a steel cell. I feel like I'm in prison, but this is probably worse.
In front of me stands a person in a black cloak.
On the shoulder of the sleeve is a symbol.
A white eye.
Neverseen.
Woah! Where did that come from?
I silently gasp.
That's the symbol that was on the semi that hit our car!
I almost died in that wreck.........
Does that mean......it was on purpose?
"I said, wake up!"
The person growls, shaking my shoulders.
I open my eyes fully, and the man, I think, stops.
He pulls off his hood.
He has cold, ice blue eyes, spiky pale blonde hair and-
"Your ears!" I gasp.
"What about them?"
He sneers cheekily.
"There.....pointed.." I whisper.
He smirks, coldly.
I bite my lip and my eyes grow.
"I LOVE THEM!"
He flinches and steps back.
"Y-You what?!" He stammers.
"I LOVE THEM!"
I cry.
He winces.
"I heard you were mentally crazy, but I didn't truly believe it....."
He mumbles.
Got him.
"Crazy? I'm not- oooooh what's that?"
I say looking at an empty corner.
"What's what?" He asks, a bit nervously.
"Hehe....why, that dog!"
I say a bit loopilly.
"Awwwww he's so cute! Buster! Come here boy!"
The mans mouth has dropped open, and he looks a tiny bit afraid.
I let out a manically laugh, and he starts to back away.
"Bloody, bloody Marry!
Death comes in a berry!"
I sing, over and over, rolling my head around.
Then I stop, and stare at him, a mad twinkle in my eyes.
He runs.
I let out another mad laugh, as he goes.
He totally thinks I'm crazy now.
Nailed it!
It's then that I notice I'm covered in something red........blood.
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