I'm back! Chapter Seven is up! Told you I'd have it up soon... Hope you guys enjoy it!
Ninja owns Lizzie only...
Chapter Seven
After a good night's rest, I awoke to a brand new day, which was surely to end in disaster, on way or another. And it's all because of that blasted Reaver… After a pretty calm morning, we began to go over, repeatedly, our plans for tonight. I practiced my aim (with John's help, of course), and eventually got my chance to spar with Page, which didn't exactly go over well. As we began to change, I still rubbed my arms anxiously, the stabbing pain a reminder of what was sure to come. Gonna be a fight, for sure… Whether I'll get involved is up for debate…
"You look beautiful, Elizabeth." I turned to look at Page, who was looking at me with what might've been jealousy, which was entirely new to me. Why would anyone be jealous of me? I can't look that pretty… Can I? I looked into the mirror, once again surprised by my appearance. My rose-colored dress was perfectly tailored to my petite frame, the long fabric holding up. Soft yet firm black shoes were on my feet, white stockings going up to my thighs. My hair was up in a bun, my rose pin placed in the center. Overall, I had to admit Page had a point… This outfit made me look amazing!
"Thanks. You do too." Her dress was red, her cleavage showing. (And, let me tell you this, I never understood why people where clothes like that…) She already had her mask on, a huge white wig on her crown. I saw her smile at me, grabbing my mask off of the tabletop. "Now, let's get this on just right…" After a bit of readjusting, I looked back, the mask hiding my face minus the eyes and lips. And, knowing Reaver, that's what he'll be going for. Well, unless you count Page's cleavage.
I laughed lightly, the sound barely audible. I saw Page make her way to the outer sewer, and I quickly followed her out, making sure to not get caught by a wandering villager. Yes, because anyone here isn't like those at Reaver's party? True, true… Still, I felt at least some sympathy for these poor folk, versus the disdain I felt for Reaver's 'guests'. However, this was an unavoidable scenario, although I would rather be doing pretty much anything else…
When we found ourselves on the outside, I spotted John with his back turned towards us, apparently scouting for any possible escape routes. Page lifted her voice to him, making him turn around. "We're here! Shall we go in?" I saw him look at me, stunned. I too was stunned by his devilishly handsome outfit, his bird mask dark compared to his radiant blonde hair. His light blue suit matched his eyes perfectly, the top hat much nicer than Reaver's…
"Um, Elizabeth?" I broke my train of thought, trying to hear him over the roar of hormones in my body. "Yes John?" "You look… amazing." I blushed. Never heard that before… especially from a guy like him… "Thank you. You look nice too." He nodded, then, after looking around carefully, locked arms with me and Page. We slowly made our way to Reaver's place, the sun long since asleep. The moon glowing ominously above us, almost as if warning us to turn away now…
"Are you guests?" I saw Barry looking at us, a clueless expression on his face. I felt as if he might blow this off, but he seemed to be ignoring me completely, focusing on the others. "Yes sir, we are." I heard John's regal voice chime, his words causing me to swoon. "This is Page, and this is Elizabeth." We both said our hellos, but Barry still seemed a bit out of it. Come on… Let's get this over with… "Do you have any weapons?" We all shook our heads, raising our hands in the air. "No weapons here…"
That was technically true… Before we left we each chose a weapon and hid it somewhere amongst our person. Speaking of which, my shotgun's metallic skin was starting to give me chills… "Alright then… Move it along…" "Thank you, sir…" As we made our way inside, I saw Barry look at me warily, as if to make sure I was still on their side. I sighed, nodding towards him as we entered the lavish establishment. All around us were villagers, clearly enjoying their drunken stupor. Many were hanging off of each other, and many more were committing vile acts… (I won't even say what… You know what's happening.)
We managed to find the center of the ballroom, which seemed to be filled with many dancing drunks and prostitutes. I was shocked to not find Reaver anywhere, but wasn't that a good thing? "So, let's split up." John's voice was low in the loud hall, making it a hassle to make the sound out. "Okay. I'll take the lower ring." I saw John look at me, his eyes filled with concern. "Elizabeth can take the center…" He bent over to me, whispering just loud enough for me to hear him. "Are you sure about this?"
I looked at him, tilting my head. "Well, I'm already here, so why not?" I tried to smile, attempting to lighten the both of us up. I saw him sigh, placing a caring hand on my shoulder. "Just be careful, okay?" I nodded, trying to reassure him. "I'll be fine, John… And if I get into any trouble, I'll shoot. Okay?" I saw him nod, leaving me alone in a swirl of people. Beginning to feel uncomfortable, I tried to search for something , when a familiar voice crept up behind me.
"May I have this dance, darling?" I turned, seeing Reaver holding out a hand for me. I looked at it, unsure about what he was suggesting. "So, just dance with you?" I saw him smile, his eyes twinkling beneath his mask. "Unless you want to take it farther, dear…" I shook my head, taking his hand. "I guess one dance can't hurt…" I saw his smile grew wider, beginning to twirl me around, our movements in tune with the music.
I heard him hum to himself, his eyes scanning my lithe form. I sighed, glaring at him. :Are you just gonna stare at me, or are we gonna focus on dancing?" I saw him nod, laughing loudly in the cramped space. "Feisty. You are an interesting one, Rose…" I felt myself twinge a bit, looking at him with shock. "How'd you know it was me?" He laughed again, his smile becoming smug once more. "I recognize that sultry voice anywhere…" I felt my cheeks grow hot, when I heard him speak up once more. "Also, that accent of yours is very distinctive."
I paused, thinking. I have an accent? As I stood there, I didn't realize that my companions were behind us, staring at me. "Elizabeth! What's going on?" "Are you okay?" Before I could reply, I felt myself being pulled back, a strong arm wrapped tightly around my chest, crushing my arms in the process. Another hand held a gun, which was pointed directly to my head, forcing me to look up. I was surprised to see the business man was the one holding me, his eyes dark and menacing. I gulped, my hands beginning to quake in fear. This isn't part of the plan.
"Elizabeth! No!" I saw John and Page pull out their weapons, which were aimed directly at my captor. "Let her go, Reaver, or die!" I heard the man chuckle, the sound making me feel even more afraid. "On the contrary, my dear… If you do not put down your weapons, then this lovely maiden will perish… And I am quite sure that this delicate creature will surely be missed…" I felt him press the gun deeper into my neck, making me loose my breath. "So, unless you want to this beautiful young lady to become a beautiful young corpse, I suggest you put those brutish weapons away…"
I saw the two look at each other, trying to make an escape plan. I heard another arrogant laugh from Reaver, and I began to shake even more. "And don't even think about trying to escape… I'll pull the trigger faster than you can say 'Oops.'" I looked into John's eyes, which were filled with sorrow. Unable to speak, I felt a flood of tears drip past my mask, dampening my elegant dress. With a sigh, I saw the both of them put away their weapons, stepping away slowly.
I felt Reaver move forward, dragging me along. He took in a whiff of my scent, making me feel like hurling, not to mention the fact that his arm was pressed against my chest. Such a pervert. "Now, then, let us make our way to the stadium… I hear that you two will be the stars of the show tonight." With that, he led us through, many others already making their way towards the nearby ring. As we headed over there, I felt Reaver's body pressed against me, and I felt as if my tears would never stop flowing. I'm so sorry, guys… I wish things were different… The cold steel against my neck made me begin to hate Reaver, now more than ever. I'm going to murder him!
This is going to be interesting, no? Well, I have to say that this swerve in the game will be a huge plot twist, so stick around!
Chapter eight should be up tonight, maybe even Nine... Hope you guys manage to see 'em!
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Farewell, and a tatty bye to you all.
Ninja is out; Peace!
