VERY IMPORTANT A/N, READ, THIS STORY MAY BE DISCONTINUEDDDD.
Okay, guys, I think I'm going to finish this story soon. I'm not feeling the enthusiasm that I first felt when I began the story. So there are two options: readers, REVIEW, gimme some inspiration, some reason to keep writing. I feel like I'm writing and talking to a WALL. I need some reasons to continue this story. Or two, I finish the story in another chapter or two and don't write more Sisters Grimm stories for a while. Your choice. And I'm getting really behind with writing cuz I'm working on my other story which people seem to actually LIKE. My readers for that story want me to keep writing and actually SHOW that they do by positively reviewing. Or reviewing at all.
To answer Scarlet Wolf's question, no, I'm not a fan of South Park. I'm not even sure what it is. Sorry for the disappointment. Any particular reason you asked? And yes, there is a Scarlet Hand in this story. It actually comes up in this chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of the Sisters Grimm. Although, I did hear from a friend that looked on Wikipedia saying that Michael Buckley should be releasing the new book in winter! EXCITEMENT!
We drove for what seemed like forever until the car finally screeched to a stop. Cold air infiltrated the stuffy bag as I was heaved out of the car trunk. I shivered violently as I was brought up a long flight of stairs. (Remember, I was relying on my other senses besides sight, so I was assuming it was a long flight of stairs.)
"Let me out!" I screamed as I started thrashing around.
"Shut up!" a gruff voice commanded and I was knocked unconscious.
When I woke up, I found that I was out of my bag and in a comfortable-looking bedroom. The walls were a soft, baby green and I was lying on a plushy, king-sized bed. There was a tan, four-drawer, wooden desk in one corner and a bookshelf against the wall in front of the bed. I curiously poked around the room and discovered that there was a huge bathroom (with the very few beauty supplies that I use since I don't wear makeup {yes, I listened to Puck's opinion}) and walking closet (filled with extremely fashionable clothes that I would probably wear to a banquet, but would never wear on a normal day in fear of ruining the clothes), as well as a cabinet filled with (all my favorite) food. The room itself was quite spacious and it seemed like it had been taken out of my dreams.
After poking around for about 10 minutes, I remembered how I got there. Only problem, I didn't remember how to get out.
It's times like this that you actually WANT Puck around. Even though I'm still mad at him for making me think that I killed him. Normally, I would get over a prank in a few days, but he really scared me. He made me feel weak, vulnerable, and I hate feeling like that.
After waiting for what seemed like hours, I concluded that no one was going to come for me. I had to escape on my own.
I was planning on ending the chapter here, but I was having a bit of fun, so I decided to keep going.
Not putting it past them too be stupid enough to forget to lock the door, I tried to open my bedroom door. Sure enough, it opened. I walked down the hall (I was in the last bedroom of the hallway) and turned into what seemed like a kitchen. I love kitchens. So many good hiding places.
I hid in a cart that had a cloth draped over it, covering me. In about 5 minutes, I felt the cart rolling. I had to keep myself from yelping when we hit a bump on the ground.
"Man, this cart is a lot heavier than I remember it to be." I heard a man say.
At that, I crawled out of the cart, making sure he didn't see me, and hid under a table that had food on it. I just sat there, thinking of an escape plan.
After about ten minutes, I heard an alarm go off and a voice. Mirror's voice. He screamed, "SABRINA GRIMM HAS ESCAPED HER IMPRISONMENT! CLOSE ALL GATES! SECURE ALL BUILDINGS! ASSURE THAT SHE DOESN'T ESCAPE! FIND HER, IDIOTS!"
Everyone began scrambling to find me. But no one was smart enough to look under the tables. Seriously, the members of the Scarlet Hand are such idiots. Not that they weren't always idiots, but honestly, hiding under the table is the oldest trick in the books.
I started crawling. Didn't really know where I was going, but I just knew I had to keep moving. And be as silent as humanly possible.
I reached the end of the tables, so I peeked out from under the coverings. Everyone seemed to be running around, trying to find me. I saw a door really close to where I was standing. But I knew if I went out in public I was as good as dead.
A white mouse passed me. I kept thinking, how in the world I was going to get out.
A second later, that mouse was no longer a mouse. It was Puck.
ALRIGHTY, this is where I stop for today. Again, I'll finish this story soon if nobody reviews. In the month I didn't update, I got 3 reviews. That was just a bit insulting. So review if you want this to keep going, or it's ending in the next chapter or two. :( Buh bye for now.