Dungeons
Attraction fatale
K+
(with one swear word)
Summary: "... When the monster's blood
is spilled/when the warrior has been killed..." Luxa muses in
the dungeon
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, not the
basic plot line (luxa in a dungeons) all the above are owned by
Suzanne Collins, and Scholastic Press. On the other hand, I do own an
imaginary friend who just beat up you imaginary friend. Ha!
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"... When the monster's blood is spilled/when the warrior has been killed..."
Those two lines were pounding with a regular beat inside of Luxa's head, making her blood run cold. Why? Why did every person she cared for, why was every loved one, stolen from her? What had she done to deserve this?
She was sitting inside the cold dungeon, darkness surrounding her like an uncomfortable blanket, smothering her. And it was all thanks to Gregor. If he hadn't told Solovet that she was going to leave, she could be out there, and if she couldn't save him, she would at least be with him in the end.
Luxa screamed on the inside, and pounded the walls with her fists until they were raw. What was that word he had used when he got really mad... Dane, dame, Damn! That was it damn! Saying that word made Luxa feel a little better.
For one, it was obviously a bad word, and she was feeling very rebellious. And two, Gregor used that word. As ridiculous as it sounded, Luxa felt a little closer when she said the word.
If Gregor did come back to the palace to die, instead of on the battlefield, Luxa wasn't sure what she would do.
Start crying.
Nani, tears were a
sign of weakness
Attack him.
Also negative. She
didn't want to speed up his death.
Hug him?
That could work.
Yell at him, and then hug him.
Yes.
That's what she would do.
He had better not die Luxa thought; I still need to scream at him. That's when the door slid open a crack. A slip of parchment was slipped though with a torch, then it swung shut.
Luxa grabbed the paper, and when she decoded the message, decided against the yelling at him. But the hug was definitely acceptable.
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I'm very sorry for the inconsistencies, and (probably) incorrect facts. But I do wish to inform you that I have not read the book in a long time, and also that i would be pleased to change any errors if you point them out to me. I ask not that you indulge my behaviour, but simple request that you do not dugle it with considering it's context, and the reasons behind it. (modified from The disreputable History of Frankie Landau Banks)
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