Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima
Not Even a Spell
Chapter 2:Weak to the Stomach
I struggled against the grip of the magic-bound rope, but my attempts were to no avail.
"Like that'll get you anywhere," The wicked voice scoffed, and I turned best I could to face the stranger, and he looked down at me with a sinister smirk. I narrowed my gaze on him, but he responded with bending down to my height, pulling something from his pocket, and wrapping the cloth behind my head. A gag. How wonderful. The still nameless man helped me to my feet gently, and I gave him a look, and his dark eyes hardened again. It was almost as if he had lost his act for a moment. What was with him?
I wanted to ask what he wanted from me, why he was capturing me, but not even putting the "capturing" part in action. Then, almost out of nowhere, he took hold of me by the torso, and hauled me over his shoulder. My brown eyes widened in terror and surprise, and I screamed around the cloth that I couldn't get from my mouth. I flopped around in his hold like a fish out of water, desperate for escape, but he merely tightened his grip on me.
"Would ya stop movin' already? It's getting' pretty annoyin', y'know?" The man snarled, and I finally managed to spit the cloth out, and I used my freedom to scream for a certain bluish-grey familiar.
"HAPPY!" I screamed as loud and alarming as I could manage, and I felt the man beneath my flinch at the sound. Soon, I saw something in the distance. It started with light winds in the bushes to the east, the direction of my house, and then the wind speed increased drastically by the second.
"LUCY!" The unforgettable voice of the cat screeched, and I once again tried to wriggle out of the strong male's grasp. My hair whipped against my face in every direction, and I felt the man's course hair lightly brushing against my lower back. And I was unfortunate enough to have his long scarf beat against me as well. My beloved familiar was soon inches away from us, and before I knew it, he rammed into the back of my kidnapper and we fell to the ground in a heap.
"Happy!" I cried, gratitude spilling from my lips faster than a busy river.
"Lucy! What happened?" The cat cried, and lifted my up by the antlers that protruded from the sides of my head.
"I-oof!"
"Did you think you were gonna get away that easily?" The man scoffed, standing up and grabbing both my feline friend and me. And then I felt something hit the back of my head, a cry escaping my lips before I hit the ground harshly, and everything swirled around me, and my eyes shut almost too hastily.
When my eyes finally decided to snap open, there was a rough rocking; the smell of salt, and everything creaked. My head was pounding, and I reached to cradle the back of my head. I groaned, and realized only a moment later that I no longer had the unused gag dangling from my neck, nor the tight ropes that clutched against my wrists and forced my back to angle at a bit of an awkward position.
"Hello?" I called out, but immediately regretted it when I heard a shifting to my left. That's also when I realized I was being held captive in a cage.
"Oh, you're awake," A voice said, and I nearly cringed at the sound of it.
"Why did you take me? What do you want? Where am I?" I hissed, grabbing at the sturdy poles that separated me from the voice. However, my strong of questions weren't answered, because the voice instead responded with a sigh of frustration, a scrape of wood against wood, and aggravated footsteps exiting the poorly lit room. Finally, after a few moments of waiting, my legs going numb from sitting on them, another pair of footsteps followed close behind the quickly approaching ones, and then there was a dainty looking man crouching before me. His cold eyes scanned me for a second, before he clipped a leather strap around my neck. I glared at him with confusion and anger spilled across my features.
"What did you just!-" I soon stopped. My voice was different. No, my voice was the same but…
"We had to give you a translator so that we could actually understand what you were saying. Humans can't understand witch-drabble, sorry," My kidnapper smirked, and I gave him a glower.
"Fine. But now you'd better answer my questions." I didn't even give him a chance to respond before I pinned him with my inquiries.
"Damn, you talk a lot. Alright, I took you because, uh, you're a witch. And I'm a witch hunter. It's kinda my job. Next, I want to kill you for money. Who wouldn't want to earn a pretty penny from such an easy job? And right now you're our ship. We're witch hunters. We travel around, taking requests to-" The male's voice was cut short when his face turned a sickly pale, and his hand flew to his mouth. I wasn't able to properly register what just happened when he bolted from the dark room, and his disappearance was soon followed with the telltale sounds of chaos echoing form outside.
