Chapter 3

Nyx

I slipped through the hole. They were really trying to keep me in here. I turned away from the soft moonlight, my head still aching. The metal container was about as big as my room, thirteen by ten feet. The chair was a heavy metal rocking chair. And I saw a backpack in the corner. I climbed back in, walked over to it, and opened it up. There was a lot of junk food, six bottles of water, and a box of matches. I stood up, backpack on my shoulder, and trotted over to the hole. I began the process of shoving the back pack through. I crawled out behind it, just to find myself on a field, with the crate sitting behind me. It wasn't moving, and there was nobody in sight. No cars, just a field with flowery bushes that were shaped like perfect circles. I realised I had been set up right when a bullet whizzed past my ear and got me running through the field in the direction the bullet had come from, because I knew whoever did this wanted me to run away from the danger. No more bullets came, and I found myself incredibly lost. I started to jog toward the bushes, thinking they might lead me somewhere. After two water bottles and three bags of doritos, I found a mansion. It had a huge statue of an electric guitar, with water pouring out of four holes in each of the strings. It was made out of a clear glass, so was the pool where the water flowed into. I began running when I saw a woman with rainbow colored hair in a maid's outfit. She was wearing big earphones, and had had a mop and bucket with her.

"Ma'am! Please help me! I was kidnapped by these men, and I need to call my parents!"

She slowly looked at me, reached her pocket, and pulled out a gun. I raised my hand, and fired a dark matter ball, she shot the dart. I barely managed to dodge the dart, but I felt it scrape past my neck. Diving behind the fountain, I made a plan. I rolled, and jumped up, the woman who I had hit was laying on the ground, probably unconscious. I turned, looking for anyone else. I realised too late that my power wasn't strong enough to allow me to make a grown person unconscious. I whirled, just to hear a gunshot, and feel the sting of another dart in my arm. I fell, my consciousness fading. Again.

I woke up in another room. The pounding in my head worsened, and I wondered who was repeatedly stabbing my forehead. But when I opened my eyes there was no one there. I was just in a room with furry furniture that was shaped like various band instruments. I was again faced with the terror of not knowing what this was, not knowing how to escape.

I slowly tried to stand up, and felt the room swirl all around me, and I found myself dizzily falling. Once the room stopped acting like a roller coaster, I sat up, only to feel like I was being watched. I glanced at all the possible places, and slowly got up. it felt like the floor was spinning beneath my feet, but I stumbled my way into a bathroom. I slowly undressed, then realised that someone could be watching me. I placed my hands on the wall, and slowly sent out an electric signal, similar to the clicking noise dolphins make. I discovered that there was a hidden camera behind the mirror, where I was about to take my undergarments off. I zapped the mirror, short circuiting the camera.

"Perverts."

I muttered, and jumped into the shower.

I finished, and found a brush that was designed to be carned like an electric piano. I smiled to myself as I noticed my name, Nyxen, carved in curly letters on the back. I slowly brushed my long dark brown hair, and stared myself in the eye, thinking.

But none of this made sense, I am a eight year old girl with superpowers who was just kidnapped away from her older brother and family, by unknown people who shoot me with poison darts that don't kill me. And now, after not killing me, they give me a beautiful hairbrush, hair products, a king size bed, my own living room, and a deluxe shower that runs into a bathtub and has water jets. Assuming I'm still at the mansion, it all doesn't add up. When I had put on my dirty clothes, and walked out of the bathroom, I saw a whole outfit that looked like something a doll would wear. It was the most frivolous thing I had ever seen. It had a puffy skirt, and a tightish neon pink shirt. The fluffy skirt that came down to my knees was black. I slowly put on the dress, and discovered a pair of expensive pink stoned earrings what made me look like even more of a barbie doll. There was a matching necklace made of black metal, that spelled my name in the same curly letters I saw on the brush. I finished putting everything on, then looked in a mirror. My jaw dropped. I looked like a princess barbie doll. But the clothing was strangely comfortable, and I kind of enjoyed walking around and feeling the puffy skirt bounce. Right when I was about to take off the dumb clothing, the wall slid open, revealing a man who was wearing a classic butler suit. He bowed after taking a smooth step in.

"Mistress, the owners request a lunch with you. Please come with me."

I decided to play their little game, and I followed him, still in the dumbly girlish clothing and jewelry. We exited the invisible lift into a dining room, and I watched the wall slide back together. I turned to see a table with five also doll-like ladies in it. Two of the rushed over to me, and began brushing my hair. Two more had me sit down in a chair. I noticed that all the ladies were wearing low-cut maid uniforms, and had the same hazel eyes. In addition, they looked exactly the same. Bright white hair, tied back in two braids circling their heads. In fact, I doubted they were different people at all.

"Hey, so can I leave now? Or do you guys want me, a kidnapped eight year old, to stay away from my loving family?"

I asked, but none of them even looked at me. My hair was being braided into two long braids in the back, on that reached my lower back. I was instructed to close my eyes in a monotone voice my one of the ladies. I felt her putting makeup on my face. I was instructed to bring my feet into a bowl of water, where they painted my toenails, and my fingernails were painted too. all the while, I asked why they would let their owners kidnap an innocent eight year old, hoping to get some kind of answer out of the identical maids. Suddenly one of the maids sneezed on my hand, ruining the nail polish.

"I'm so sorry Mistress! Please forgive me!"

But before I could say a word, she was hoisted through a wall door, and I saw the four other maids concentrate harder. The butler walked back into my line of vision.

"These four will be your maids. They are not to talk to you, and they will come into your room every morning to bathe, dress, and make you look like what you look like now. Please do not resist, because if any of them make a mistake, then they will have to be dealt with. Don't worry about the maid you just saw, she has made one too many mistakes."

I was pretty sure I knew what 'dealt with' meant. I suddenly wished I could have been kidnapped by evil criminals who didn't do things like this. He even said it in such a sinister way, almost like he was trying to scorch the maids that were left.

"Oh, I apologize my mistress, call me Butler. Just refer to them as 'Maid', it will be fine. Maids, finish up!"

I felt so strange to be getting such special treatment. The maids finished, helped me up, and stood in a perfect line, staring at the floor. The way this mansion worked, I couldn't even deal with it.

"Follow me Mistress."

"Call me Nyx."

"Please follow me Lady Nyx."

I slowly followed him through yet another sliding wall. What alarmed me most about those maids, was the utter terror I had seen in their eyes. When I walked into the next room, I saw a mirror, and looked at myself. I had perfect black and pink nails, two perfect braids gently bumping my back, and make up that made me look like some sort of, yet again, doll. i even had the long eye lashes to go with it.

What I didn't know was how terrible what I was about to hear would be.