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Chapter 3
A Hiss That Could Kill
Returning to the castle, I drove at an incredulous speed. My patience had dwindled down to but a small nothing and with each passing moment I was forced to wait for Micah, my anger grew.
As we pulled into the castle's driveway, the car seemed to move to its side and we skidded sharply along the asphalt, creating ashen tire marks on the street.
"Amy, you may stay the night if you wish."
"Oh, well thank you Frank."
"Magenta shall take you to the guest-" I stopped myself. Ava had begun to remodel the dreadful room she slept in when she had first arrived - she had plans to transform its weakening form to one of a beautiful library. I couldn't let Amy anywhere near where Ava had been; I wanted to preserve every remaining part of her until she came back to me.
After moments of pure silence, the doorbell rang and the residents of the castle, including myself, shot up and grew alert. As I walked over to the door, I grasped one of the umbrella's hanging upon the coatrack and held it like an aluminum bat.
I waited a minute before slowly creaking open the substantial, oak door.
From the other side of the entrance, Micah stared up at me and lifted an eyebrow. "Jesus Frank, put it down. Ava may have disappeared but you don't need to beat the shit out of me!" An angered growl erupted from her throat and she pushed me out of her way, grasping Magenta's throat tightly when she drew close enough.
"Where's Ava?" she hissed.
"I-I don't know. I tried to stop him, I really did."
At her words, I lifted my right hand as if to strike her. Micah slapped me back. "I actually believe her Frank," she said confidently, her grip still tight.
I shot her a questioning glance, "yo-you do?"
"I'm a lesbian Frank. I know women and I know when they lie. She's not lying." Her eyes rolled back before she looked towards the wavering being in front of her and released their throat. "Now, where is she?"
"I-I don't know," Magenta cried. "I didn't wish to help him . . . he struck me with something."
"Don't lie to us Magenta," I hissed.
Amy stepped forward and made an effort to avoid the surrounding gazes of everyone around her. "Th-there are security cameras at the shop."
Looking as to be pulled from a deep thought, Micah's eyes grew wide in realization. "I know where they are. We best go before he tries to destroy them."
I nodded slowly in response to her words and before I could even take a second breath, Micah had since grabbed me by the arm began to lead me towards her car. "Where do you think he took her Frank?" Micah whispered.
"I-I don't know," I stuttered painfully. "Away from me."
All the emotions that had consumed me were trying to pry through, but as the drive grew on, I strained to withhold the tears that were suddenly forming in my weakening eyes. Ava was gone and the thoughts of her never returning had overcome my mind. Riff Raff was an ingenious bastard and Magenta was no use to me at all.
"Please Micah, bring Ava home to me."
"I will Frank. I promise you."
