So Sorry. This is fairly short, but I was writing distracted. Enjoy!

Chapter 9

Snow woke suddenly. He glanced around his dark room, frowning. He never woke up for no reason. He'd always been woken for something. But for the immortal life of him, he couldn't figure out what had woken him up that time. He sat up slowly, looking around the room carefully. He stared over at the door, a frown etched into his face. Hadn't he shut that before he'd fallen asleep. Knowing anyone who got woken up in the middle of the night and left the bed always died, Snow slowly threw the blanket aside, and strode silently towards the open doorway. He glanced around the hallway. No one there. No lights on. He turned to go back to bed, but froze. For a second he thought he'd heard a sound from the lower levels of the Big House.

"I'm and definetly going to regret this within the next ten seconds."

He muttered under his breath as he descended the stairs even though everything in him told him to turn back.

He fumbled around for the lightswitch as he reached the base of the stairs. Just as his hand brushed over it, his wrists were seized by strong, large, unforgiving hands, and a rag doused in chloroform was placed over his nose and mouth, as a voice hissed in his ear

"Now now Perseus. You know light would ruin the fun."

Snow immediately began to struggle, though already he could feel the chloroform taking affect and slowly his consciousness began to waver. In a last ditched attempt to fight the man holding him, Snow used his powers to drop the temperature to below -30. It didn't help, and Snow's eyes rolled up into his head as unconsciousness overwhelmed him.