Dear Tomatoes that thrive in the ever-summer garden of ,

This is your…chapter. I received a review that informed me that the last chapter was a filler-suspense to my story. This time, I promise, that I will put Puckabrina and fluffs/stuffs inside.

L3ve,

hellolittleflowers

Chapter 9: A few hours in a prison cell teaches you stuff.

"Go, take her a cell. Take her out only when I order so, please." Mirror sneered.

Sabrina was gruffly shoved into a grimy prison cell. She stumbled onto the ground. Her hands felt the hard pavement, the rocky texture. It was then when she realized she was breathing so heavily. I…will…not show weakness. The thought tumbled bulkily into her mind, weighing out everything out her mind. She flipped onto her back and reached out, hoping to stop the cell door. The door slammed with a resonating CLAAAAA….. just centimeters before Sabrina would've met freedom.

She sighed. Her hands banged against the air, and her face turned into a twisted shade of hatred and anger. She spit curses into the air and thrust her arms and hands into the wall, only proceeding in scraping her hands badly. When she saw the sight of blood, it reminded her of scarlet. Nonetheless, on her hands. She crumbled into the corner when she felt the pain and germs rushing through her. The empty, gray cell gave Sabrina no comfort and only pushed her to escape. It was almost a dungeon. No windows, just a big steel barred door.

As she sat there, curled up, knees against chest, tears began to form in her eyes. She blinked them away. "But you won't see these tears…behind these hazel eyes…" she forced her tears and hands away, almost touching the pavement. She winced at the strength she was using. Her eyes closed faintly. Although she was not asleep, her thoughts drifted from plans to escape to…

Daphne, first. The little brunette was probably searching the town upside town. There's probably a spell for that. Daphne would figure it out. But Sabrina wasn't in town. She was in the deep forest, where a secret Scarlet Hand fort was held. A picture formed of Daphne. Her crisp brown eyes looked onwards to the shy, asking where she was. Her little dress, pale yellow with a lace frill, rippled slightly in the wind. She was barefoot. Her long hair cascaded to her chest, entwined in braids.

Then, Granny and Mr. Canis. Granny was most likely fretting as well, but believing she would take care of herself. She could already imagine…a flower sprouting in her hat, a frilly dress that covered her neck to toe, and her graying hair in a bun that stood straight and sturdy upon her head. A smile would adorn her face, bright and cheery. Mr. Canis would assist Red from imploding onto herself for not using her responsibility as first door on the hall to the stairs correctly, and Mr. Canis would secrete to his room for not protecting the family. And all of them would fear for Puck, as well.

Oh, Puck. She remembered her fist kiss, in which she whacked Puck in the gut. Then the second. How his lips only danced over hers. How warm his breath was, and how comforting he had been. All those times he 'quote' "saved her butt", were they out of love?... at this, Sabrina awakened and frowned. When did I get mushy?

But she allowed herself to return to her thoughts. Her eyes trailed that cruelly hadnsome, devil face that her adorned every day.

Then, clangs and grunts were produced from the door. Sabrina pushed her hands onto the ground, and pangs of pain and hurt shot through her. She stood up quickly, then observed the guard. Thin and sickly. His eyes looked at Sabrina's clenched hands. Trying to fit in, presumably, he said weakly, "Looks like you're getting used to customs already." Sabrina sneered. He led her out to a little room at the very end of the hall. "Wait here," she said. He entered the room and came out with a roll of bandages a little later. He carefully wrapped her hands. "This way," he said to her afterwards.

She was ordered to enter the place where she met Mirror again. There she saw Puck. His hair was still matted with dirt, some of his hoodie stained with dribblets of blood. She flung her arms around him, and Puck hugged her back. "We'll find a way out," he whispered into her ear. "We have to," she murmured back.

"When did you start liking Scumbag, here?" Mirror pointed to Puck and shooed the guards out. "Private talk time."

Puck and Sabrina glared. Puck noticed Sabrina's bandaged hands. His eyes narrowed as her took and held it out to Mirror. "What'd you do to her?" he asked. Mirror ignored the question. Sabrina trembled. "What did you DO TO HER?" he demanded.

"Puck, I did it!" Sabrina shouted. "I got mad and…" she trailed off. His eyes pierced her, but he gently set the hanad back in place.

"I'm up for negotiation. How about one of you be a spy for me in your family and secretly kill all of them while the other dies, or you two both can die?" he clapped his hands excitedly.

More glaring proceeded.

"Hmm… I'll give you two some time to think this through. Guards will escort you back here, to this fabu little place, and we'll discuss a bit more, OK?"

Puck grabbed Sabrina's hand this time. Sabrina winced. Puck didn't even care to peek at her. "I'd like to request we not be separated this time."

"Oh, get a room, go ahead!" Mirror smiled a cheeky smile at them and cheerfully sprouted, "Taa!"

They were shoved into a cell.

"Are you SURE they didn't touch you?" Puck interrogated.