This is the explanation of chapter 4. Sorry if it left you lovelies confused for a while! Please, do, enjoy!
The young lady woke up and blinked her eyes groggily. Her arms ached like hell and her neck really needed to be cracked. Once she gained complete awareness of what was going on, she began to freak out. Her wrists were in metal cuffs suspending her from the ceiling, her feet barely touching the ground. The petite brunette began pulling herself up to try and undo the cuff with her feet when she heard a noise. She dropped her feet immediately and looked around the pale, wooden room. It looked like an attic. Out of the shadows came a man she just barely recognized.
"Cry! Where's your mask!? Why am I here?" she yelled at the man standing next to a chair before her.
"I'm not Cry you idiot. And my mask got cracked while I was taking care of some…business," he trailed off with a snarl.
"You sure as hell look like Cry. Ya know what, forget it. I just wanna know why I'm HANGING FROM A FUCKING CEILING!" she spat at the blue-eyed man.
He sat in the chair, "You're my leverage."
"What on earth are you talking about?" she asked, genuinely confused.
"I'm talking about if your love decides to move against me, I'll use you as leverage. Why else would I need you?" he scoffed.
"WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!" she screamed.
"Well, Krism, you're a wildcard. I couldn't afford to even try and make you one with my darkness, but you're also an amazing fighter. You'd threaten my reign either way, so I just decided to lock you in my attic!" he chuckled way too light-heartedly.
"Ugh, you asshole! What do you mean 'threaten your reign'? What exactly are you getting at?" Krism grunted.
"Well, if I'm going to take over Victubia, I can't have people getting in my way, now can I?" he cackled maniacally.
"T-take over Victubia?" Krism shrunk into her skin.
"Yea. That's pretty much the main thing of my plan."
"How do you supposed you're gonna take over the entire fucking kingdom alone?"
"I won't be alone, silly Krism. I'll have my followers helping me."
"Well, whoever your little disciples are, it won't mean a damn. You're gonna lose."
"So sure of yourself. Are you telling me that there's literally no possibility of evil triumphing over good?"
"No. Because my fiancé is gonna fuck you up."
"Hahaha, dear Krism. If your fiancé tries anything of the sort, she'll die. I can assure you that."
"Talk about being sure of yourself. Why are you so cocky? Are you telling me there's literally no possibility of you losing like the little bitch you are?" Krism mocked.
The man looked up and revealed him diamond-ice eyes, cutting Krism's nerves to shreds. He walked up to the young woman, standing centimetres from her face. He formed a dark, shadowy ball in his right hand and brought it between them. Smiling, he placed the shadows just above Krism's bosom and opened his hand slowly. Krism screamed a glass-breaking scream and the shadows seemingly surrounded her chest and travelled up to her head. Her nose, ears, mouth and eyes began to bleed. Soon, streams of blood flowed freely down her neck, staining her clothes. The man then stopped and the blood flow stopped. The blood in her eyes was quickly replaced with tears that she tried desperately to keep away.
She looked up at him. "Who the fuck are you?"
"I'm Mad. Nice to meet you." At this, he walked down the staircase from the attic, waving her off.
Krism felt her heart fell. Something happened to Cry that made him snap. He's always been fragile; she knew that. That's why he always tries to keep a calm and collected composure. He's told her before that he feels too dangerous to be around people. Krism had told him not to worry and that everything would be find. I guess he was right. Sadly. She looked up at her cuffs and sighed. Krism began looking around for some sort of key or sharp object. Nothing. Well shit. The young warrior flipped her legs up to the chains and crossed them over her hands. With all her might, she pulled her arms back. A sickening crack rang in her ears and she fell to the ground. She held her hands close to her chest and gasped. Krism had broken her thumbs and dislocated her wrists. She stood up slowly and looked around. Ew, gross. She looked at her blood puddle on the ground. Walking away from the area of her brief torture, she left behind bloody footprints.
Krism walked down the ladder, out of the attic. Ever so quietly, she tip-toed in her soldiers' boots down the hallway; searching for an exit. The Crimson Warrior almost gasped as she saw Mad walk right by the doorway she was about to sneak out of. She braced herself tightly against the wall, holding her breath as we walked by. He whistled a sad little tune as he walked to his kitchen. While he was getting something from the cupboard, back turned to Krism, she sneaked past him. Krism came to the front door. It was blocked with some kind of aura or dark barrier. She looked around frantically to find some stairs.
Krism sat atop the railing and slid down quietly until she came to the next flight. She tip-toed down the rest. The room around her was a small basement full of scrap metal, potions, spell books and goodness knows what else. The brunette came across a little window just big enough for her to fit through. She climbed up some crates to the opening. Suddenly, something grabbed her ankle and she screamed in absolute terror.
"You're not getting away from me that easily!" Mad sneered.
"Let go of me!" Krism yelled.
The panicking Lady began to kick with all her might. She felt her feet come in contact with Mad's head many-a-time.
"You little fu-" Mad's words were cut off by a grunt and a loud thud.
Krism looked down. Mad's figure sat motionless on a crate; breathing in slight huffs. Yes! I knocked him out! Now I can get out of here. She climbed up the final crate and slid through the window. Krism breathed in the fresh air and looked around. She spotted the castle just north of her position. Pulling up her hood, she ran toward it. I need to tell my bebeh what's going on and that I'm safe.
Krism is so badass. She just took down Mad the Almighty Magical Tyrant by kicking him in the head a bunch of times. That's how you escape Mad, folks. Life lessons from TIV. I hope you all liked this chapter and are no longer left guessing who Mad's prisoner was and why Cry saw a puddle of blood in the attic. I'm gonna apologize in advance; the next few chapters are going to be pretty all over the place. I need to get the story's time table in place.
Anyhoo, thanks for reading! Toodles!
