Hello, my dear minions..
I do apologize for the wait on this chapter, but I had one written the day after the last chapter I posted, it was 900+ words (estimate - it was LONG), and when I went to save the document, my internet server glitched, and it wiped off the entire chapter.
I now present you with a nearly seven hundred word chapter instead. Sorry for the downgrade.
Hope you all enjoy it, though! :)
Disclaimer: This isn't even necessary.
After a few hefty tugs to each side of the glued blinds, I pulled them from the wall (rather ungracefully, I might add).
I squinted and blinked a few times, my eyes in shock from the new light streaming into the room.
I stepped back, in examination of my new goal; pry the window open.
To my dissapointment, it wasn't going to be the easiest feat.
I stepped towards the window, yanking on the window's handle, but it stood firmly in its place.
I looked up to see that the slash cords weren't even there, which told me that even if I could managed to open the window, I would need something to hold it up while I made my escape.
I studied the frame carefully, and noticed that it had seemingly been painted shut, and as far as I could guess; glued shut as well.
James Moriarty had obviously taken every caution possible to keep me in...
But he didn't board me in, I thought with a smirk.
I plopped onto the bed with a sigh, trying to think of a way to get the window open. I obviously could't break it, that would be far too loud and would give me away in an instant.
And I wasn't by any means planning on getting stabbed by a shard of glass.
"It's bulletproof glass. And it's got an alarm."
I whirled around, searching in the direction of the voice.
"You're trapped, Guin. I'm sorry."
I looked over to my doorway to find the silhouette of a woman. The lighting in the room illuminated on her dress faintly, but her head was lowered and she wore a veil, shielding her face from me.
"Who are you?" I asked hesitantly.
She laughed lightly - it was a bitter, remorseful type of laugh.
"I'm like you."
"What?!" I asked, walking towards her.
"Imprisoned."
I stepped closer, almost close enough to see the face of this ghost like woman.
I took another step, but was stopped when a cold, frail hand touched my shoulder, as if to distance me from her.
"Please... May I have your name?" I asked.
"I'm-" she began, but was quickly interrupted by the loud, needy cries of an infant.
Confused, I looked around.
"I should go." She said, quietly gliding out of my room, and down the hall.
I looked around, and slowly slipped out of my room, following in her footsteps.
She went up one flight of stairs, and then what seemed to be half of one, and turned into a room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Slowly, I stepped closer, looking over my shoulder frequently.
Then, I heard a frightening sound - the slow and steady thump of what sounded to be a man's shoes were coming.
Closer they etched. And closer. I pushed my body into a decorative crevice in the wall, darkened by the lighting in the hall.
I saw the shadow - a very recognizable one at that. And it stepped all but two feet away from me, before turning and closing the door behind it.
Sighing in relief, I dashed to the room, flinging open the door, and effectively frightening the mystery girl, who was sitting in a chair with her back turned from me. In her arms I could tell was an infant, now quiet and content.
I could see her jump, but she didn't turn around.
In a quivering voice, she began to speak.
"Jim..." She said, "I'm truly sorry if he disturbed you. I hushed him as quickly as I could - it won't happen again, I promise!"
"I wasn't disturbed." I said, closing the door behind me. "Nor am I Jim, though."
"Guin?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"You shouldn't be here."
"Tell me. Who are you?"
"Guin, it's best you don't know."
"Please tell me!" I begged.
Slowly, she moved to place the child in it's crib, and turned a lamp on, dimly lighting the room.
She turned around, and what I saw before me turned my stomach.
There you go!
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~lostfincayra
