Dear Loyal Reader, this is a "what if" fanfic. Past stories I have written will have twisted endings instead of the usual "happy ending" I've used soo much. I just wanted to try writing in a different style and see what kind of different stories unfold when the situation is changed. Please note, a few things in this chapter and future chapters HAVE been changed. I really hope you enjoy! -Samantha1105

A Girl, A Wizard and Two Super Heroes- Chapter 9, Not the Heaven I Expected (Edit Part 1)

I woke up in a lab. Not the heaven I expected. I was sorta low tech and had alot of bubbling chemicals. I was in a cage that was large enough for me to only sit up in. I couldn't stand if I tried. From watching crime shows with my mother, I knew not to make a sound. I tried to open the cage door, but it was locked. I searched my pocket for my cell phone. It was still there! I dialed 911 quickly.

"I'm sorry, but the number you have dialed is not in service at the time. Please hang up and try again, or dial 611 for assistance. Thank you. Goodbye."

"HOW IS 911 NOT IN SERVICE?,"I thought to myself. Sigmund. He was too smart. He must have messed with my phone. I stuffed it back into my pocket and whimpered quietly, letting the tears escape my eyes. I heard the door swing open and slam closed. My eyes grew in fear. I swatted the tears from my face and played dead, not allowing myself to breath. I slightly opened my eyes and saw Sigmund standing over the cage with a smirk on his face. I quickly closed my eye. He giggled.

"I know your awake Rima,"he whispered. I continued to play dead. He opened the side of the cage. "Your free to go,"he added. I knew it was a trap and didn't bother to get up. He stepped away from the cage. "Any day now, love,"he said. My eyes shot open. I didn't want them to, but they did. As though I wasn't in control.

"Good evening,"he greeted. He did more of those hand motions and controlled me to crawl out of the cage and stand up.

"What's going on?,"I yelled.

"If you won't love me, I suppose I'll help you out a little,"he replied. He walked towards me and held me by my waist. I couldn't push him away. I couldn't move at all. This wasn't heaven at all, this was pure hell. He just stood there and stared at me. And I was forced to stand there, frozen.

"Why are you doing this to me?,"I asked,"What did I ever do to you?"

"You've done nothing wrong,"he laughed,"I just simply wanted to get to know you. You may grow to love me."

"Your just making things worse,"I said,"Your making me hate you more than I already do."

"Hate can turn to love," he replied.

"I WANT YOU DEAD! I WANT YOU TO DIE COLD AND ALONE SIGMUND! I WANT YOU TO DIE A SLOW, PAINFUL, MERCY LESS DEATH!" I don't know where that came from, but I know I meant it. He grabbed my shoulder, digging his nails into them.

"Your going to wish you never said that,"he growled. He dragged me out of the room, into a hallway. It sorta looked like an old fashioned school, but no one was there. He pushed me outside in the dark. It was cold and raining hard. I looked around and noticed the area was set up like a campus. Outside, the building had the letters "M" and "A" on the door. I knew where I was, but I didn't know how to get home from here. What bus do I take home from Milkweed Academy? Do they even have buses?

He left me alone outside and stormed back into the building. I quickly stood up. What was he gonna do? A few seconds later, he came back outside with a girl in a maid's uniform. I hid behind a bush. I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, but I wasn't going to stick around. I ran, making sure my footsteps didn't make a sound when they hit the ground. There was an open field of grass that was bare and empty with nowhere to hide, but I ran easily with nothing in my way. That's when something bizzar happened, I tripped over a small log and went flying. It wasn't there before. I knew I had gotten caught.

I hit the ground hard and grabbed onto my leg. It was bleeding alot and stang like CRAZY! There were splinters stuck in it that were sticking out and it felt broken. Sigmund made his way over to me with the maid and laughed loudly at my state.

"What were you trying to do, Rima?," he laughed. He dragged me to my feet and looked down at my leg. "Oh my, look what you've done to yourself."

"Why are you doing this to me?,"I cried. I really didn't want to cry infront of him, but I was in soo much pain and I was...afraid. He patted me on my head and let it rest on his chest, stroking my hair as he spoke.

"Darling, don't weep. If you want to go home, you can!" I looked up at him. I knew it couldn't be that simple and easy. He wanted something.

"How? How do I leave?" I felt him tense up a little, as though something had just pricked him. He looked down at me and smiled.

"Do you really want to know?,"he asked. I nodded slightly, afraid of what he was going to say. "You'll work for me."

"I'll what?"

"You will be one of my maids. My little helpers, I call them." I suddenly didn't feel the pain in my leg anymore. I looked down at it and my eyes grew at the sight. Little purple sparkles working the pain away and helping me stand straight again. Sigmund pushed me in the direction on the maid. "Take her, now,"he commanded. Quickly, she bowed.

"Yes, Master,"she replied softly. She turned to me. "Hallo,"she greeted me in a think accent,"You will come with me." She grabbed my hand quickly and lead me back towards the building. I turned my head to look back at Sigmund, but he had vanished. They spoke about this...it was all apart of his plan.

Sigmund's maid lead me down a long hallway. It was lined with what looked like red velvet curtains and gold accents. Crystal chandeliers hung above my head and an eerie glow from the scattered torches slightly darkened the hall, making it seem endless. I noticed I was holding on rather tight to the maid's white-laced, gloved hand. I glanced at her. Her sea, blue eyes stared straight ahead, not even acknowledging me. I cleared my throat before I spoke.

"W-where are you taking me?,"I asked. She stopped her fast paced walking and turned to face a large, ancient looking wooden door.

"Here,"she spoke in a professional soft tone. Her laced hand turned the crystal door handel to reveal another dark, gold lined room. There was a medieval themed vanity on one end of the room, a colonial bed with red velvet curtians drapped on each side, a closet filled with maid's gowns, and another large door. The room felt closed in, since there were no windows to see the oustide world. The room was too dark for my taste and it still held that eerie glow from the use of candels to light the room.

"Why aren't I going home? I don't wanna be here,"I whimpered. The maid looked at me with knowing eyes. She looked as though she didn't want to be where she was either. She let her golden, blonde hair out of the tight bun it was in. It fell slightly over her shoulders.

"I'm sorry,"she spoke in almost a whisper,"I understand. Your the youngest of us all. I remeber when I was taken as well." My eyes grew. What did she mean by taken? And did she say,'us all'? Are there more maids here? She walked over to the opened closet and motioned me to come over. "Master request that you wear the navy blue gown tomorrow morning for his breakfast."

"M-Master?"

"Sigmund, darling. He is our master. He cares for us and shelters us. He feeds us and clothes us. We must repay him by working off his stress from all his shows. You will be serving him breakfast tomorrow morning as he has requested." She pulled the blue gown and an ironing board out of the closet. Setting the dress down on the vanity chair, she opened the ironing board and placed the dress down for preperation to begin.

"But, he's no good! He brought you here in the first place! You don't need to repay him for anything!" She giggled slightly.

"He loves me. He loves US,"she said smoothly,"He wants to help you as well, Rima. Kyle is no good for you." I gasped. WHAT WOULD SHE KNOW ABOUT KYLE?

"HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?"

"You musn't shout. We are not allowed."

"I'M NOTHING LIKE YOU! LET ME OUT OF HERE!" I ran towards the opened door to make another run for it, but it suddenly slammed in my face. I heard the loud sound of a lock and I knew I was officially closed in. I turned to the maid, who was now working quietly to iron the wrinkles out of the navy blue gown.

"Tsk-tsk sweetie,"she giggled,"Your not leaving." My mouth dropped.

"B-but, how?,"I panted from the running. She flashed her blue eyes at me before looking back at the gown.

"Master,"she smiled,"He's been teaching me. I'm his most valued maid and I was put as leader here to watch you. He trusts me with this task and I shall not fail him." She placed the now smooth dress on a bench infront of the large bed. "Nothing you can say will sway my love for my dear Master. Your not leaving this room while I'm still alive and well." I felt my stomach drop at the rough tone in her voice. She was totally brainwashed by the idea that Sigmund cared for her well being.

"Please, my friends will worry for me! My family-"

"Darling, we are your family now. We're your sister of maids. I, am Gretta. I'll be your keeper from now on."