A/N: Long time no see, huh? Just read.
Red POV
We were being held captive against our will, with the other's falling prey to the trap. What to do, what to do? Oh, and to top it off, the Scarlet Hand may be holding Basil captive. Yipee.
I looked around and took in my surroundings. It was a very dismal room, with only enough chairs for five people. Some of us on the floor, some of us in chairs. All of us were tied up, but only Henry was gagged because of his constant screaming. The brick walls extended high above our heads. It ended in a domed ceiling that appeared to be made of moss that could cave in at any moment. As a matter of fact, moss seemed to be everywhere, on the ceiling , the walls, the floor, the chairs. Everyone's morale was low. Veronica wouldn't stop looking at her hands, which were flailing around. Granny was darting her eyes everywhere, as if to see if she could find a doorway. Henry was simply fuming, and Mr. Canis looked like he was meditating. Briar was asleep on an equally tired Jake. Then, someone walked into the room. He wore a dark hood, and we couldn't see his face.
"I need Red," he stated simply.
I stood, and he led me away.
…o.O.o…
We walked down a long stone hallway with cobblestone doors. We finally stopped in front of a large wooden door, which the guard spoke a word to.
"खुला," he said.
"What did you just say?" I inquired. That definately wasn't English.
"Nunya, child. We are here."
I looked inside the room and was nearly blinded. It was so sterile and white, and the only thing not absolutely pristine was Blue. He was standing in front of a pristine white table (who would of thought?) with a cell phone in his hand.
"Blue," I said icily.
"Red, how nice of you to join me," he said with false warmth. "Please, come stand over here by me, why don't you?"
The hooded man forced me over to Blue's side. After that, I don't really remember what happened. I just remember getting on of those cloths to my mouth, then blacking out.
...o.O.o...
When I woke up, I was in my room. I couldn't find my cellphone. Whenever I asked anyone else about last night, they just told me they were reading journals or watching TV.
The weirdest part? When I went upstairs that night to go to bed, there was a crimson rose on my pillow.