The cell was small, cold, and dusty, it sent of a rather creepy vibe.
Apple woke up, her pale skin appearing almost grey, and her light blonde curls messed up under her faux grey fur hood.
Her once golden detailed tunic was now dusted with grey, and her red and pinkish skirt and rose red top was ruffled and a stained mess. Her fishnet tights were ripped in a few places, and her shoes now had mud and grass stains. Her usual outfit was, in fact, a mess, the only different thing about her outfit out of the ordinary was her hood, these girl didn't wear these very often. At least, that's what she thinks, she can't remember much of what had happened before she got here, only that she was about to leave her bedroom at night for some reason. If that even was her bedroom, she just assumed it was. It was a room, and it had a bed, it simply seemed like the most logical answer
She took in her surroundings, realizing she was being kept in by stone walls in what appeared to be a cell in a prison somewhere in the forest.
She noticed 3 other girls on the floor that have not awakened yet. One of them had long, dark silky brown hair with a single streak of white. The other two had either purple twisted hair or golden thick curls under their own hoods.
She walked over to them, as one of them appeared to be hurt, but she couldn't walk any further, something was pulling her back.
She looked down at her chained hands, and soon they became frosted and frozen, causing them to break and fall to the ground in a loud clash.
The temperature dropped, and the corners of the stone walls were starting to become icy, even tho she never minded the cold, she hated these part of her power backfiring on her.
She turned her head to face the door with a small barred window and threw a snowball at it.
The door that was now completely made of ice fell to the ground in a loud bang and shattered like glass.
She walked out examining her surroundings, but almost in seconds the sound of alarms could be heard and red flashes covered her vision.
Several guards appeared around the corner and she threw icicles at them without thinking, and no second thought ran out the hole in the wall she created and into the forest. Completely forgetting the other girl's. She may not have most of her memory, but something was telling her to run away like she had done these before. A familiar feeling brushed her pale flushed cheeks as she ran as fast as she could muster, in a way, she quite enjoyed it.
The dark haired girl by the name of Cerise woke up feeling lightheaded. She turned towards the broken ice door and towards the whole in the wall covered with a few patches of snow. There was an ice trail up ahead and she could see a faint blonde silhouette running up ahead, 4 guards chasing after her distant figure.
She quickly melted the chains and ran faster than any normal human speed, the guard's barely noticed her passing by with a breeze, and surprisingly her red hood stayed on. She didn't even noticed the other girl's. She wanted to know why this girl, in particular, had powers, clearly she was the one who caused these mess. One in which she was grateful for the easy escape, and yet despised since it was freezing in here, even with a thick fur coated hood on.
Kitty woke up and stretched like any cat would, and patted her purple hair, that for some reason was not messed up at all.
Her green hood fell behind her as she looked at her surroundings with a curious raised eyebrow. What had happened here? She must have missed something fun. She hated missing fun things.
To her right laid a girl with golden curls, and was chained.
Hmm, she was chained too, well that was no problem she couldn't handle.
Her claws came out and scratched the surface of her cuffed hands, and with the help of the pressure of water, broke in half and flew to a wall and landed.
She smirked, but it slightly faded when she realized the cell was now 2 inches in water, and it was increasing at a rather rapid rate.
Oh well.
The other girl was still asleep, she would probably drown, but she doubted she would sleep for much longer.
Red flashed of lights were everywhere, and the sound of sirens still brought a disturbing ring to her sensitive feline ears.
A few guard's came in, and was about to attack Kitty when he noticed she was free, but she simply threw water at his face with a giggle.
She stood up and straightened the small ruffles on her perfectly clean blue gradient skirt, and tighten the faux brown fur coated black gloves on her hands.
There was a hole in the wall, it seemed to have been made by ...ice? Interesting.
She walked outside, a breeze welcoming her, and noticed how there was a trail of ice, but some spots were melted and had small patches of smoke floating over it. For some reason, she started thinking about burnt toast and how much it bothered her.
Perhaps the many slices of bread she has burnt simply did not like her or were pure evil. Why was she thinking about toast? She had no idea herself. Not that she's complaining, she has a perfectly healthy weird mind.
Bread and Toast might be one of her many unexplained fandoms she had in her past. At least, that what she thinks, she docent seem to have much memory of her past other than one or two blurred visions.
Anyway, back to the matter at hand with the path.
So she did what any normal curious person would do.
She followed it.
She felt peaceful, like if she was in a pleasant dream-like state where reality was clouded. Until she breathed in a deep breath.
The golden hair girl eyes shot open, and in seconds, she started to cough and wheeze.
Why the heck was she underwater? And more importantly, where was she?!
The last memory she had was her eating cake.
What? To her cake is bae ok?
She sat up on one knee, the upper part of her body now on top of the water.
Eventually, her breathing calmed down, and she looked around the cell she was in.
It looked horrible. Not just because it was a cell, but because it was practically falling apart.
The walls were covered in frost, and it was freezing. Blondie shivered and wrapped her navy blue cloak around her for warmth, But sadly, since she and her clothes were soaked, it only made her colder.
The only warmth in the entire room was from the little bit of smoke coming from some chains, but barley any heat was coming from them due to the water.
She stood up, her temper getting madder by the second now that she realized she was wrapped in chains.
Her hands soon became sparks of lighting and the chains broke in half and fell with a splash.
She walked out of the cell, into the gloomy hallway in uncomfortable, odd steps due to the wet clothing sticking to her body. The door was broken and ice was shattered everywhere.
A few soldiers where fainted on the floor.
Blondie looked down at her reflection in a puddle, she thought the cell looked horrible? She looked 10x worst...and the side of her rib cage was killing her.
Her blue and yellow Lolita-like dress was covered in dirt, dust, and her clothes not only uncomfortably stuck to her, it had a weird smell, like a steal. Her blue tights were now more like high ripped knee length socks.
And her hair.
Her beautiful golden curls where now almost flat and extremely messy and wet, it must have over a hundred tangles in it.
Now she was furious.
Ignoring the pain and her clothes she stomped out the whole in the wall that was there for some reasons but slipped on the ice trail and fell.
"I'm killing whoever made me wet, and whoever made these and made me extremely cold" she mumbled, walking to the right of the path, only for her to slip in the mud, falling face first, since it appeared that this path was wet too.
"Ugh! I'm killing whoever ruined my outfit too!" she mumbled, again, and stood up to walk to the left on the left following the ice trail left behind.
One thing was certain.
She was very mad.