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Again, there will be more Disney songs in this chapter sung incorrectly. Just so you know.
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Addie133- Maybe I'll reveal her name later, but for now, she'll just be "Cosette". Though I'm sure she'll want to change her name now that she's no longer Rosette's "pet". Glad to hear you liked the chapter, hope this one's just as good!
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Chapter 11- Unexpected Detour
Why didn't we bring cards or something? I'm even considering a rubix cube…Even though I hate them. Good god…What is HAPPENING to me?! But even if I we had brought ANY of those things, we would still be sitting motionless in this cart anyway. The books were sitting in the bags, just above my head…useless at this point.
Why did I bring them along? Oh, I don't know. Maybe I wanted to get back at Rosette and her tasteless aunt…By stealing their books…Yeah, I know how stupid that sounds. Don't you start rolling your eyes at me.
"I spy with my little eye…something depressing and gray." I talked softly, so that I could only be heard by Khairiya. I felt relieved that Marcellin didn't shush at me again. Apparently, throughout the entire trip, I wasn't very good luggage.
Good luggage (In Marcellin's standards) are silent. Which apparently means "no talking of any kind" or maybe "No crazy teenagers", if Marcellin is regretting his choice of letting me tag along. At this moment, he may be plotting to kick me out of this ride and making it look like an accident…Hmm…
"The sheet." Khairiya answered immediately.
"How'd you know?!" I asked feigning bewilderment and resisting the urge to move my body from habit.
"…Cosette, there's nothing else to see but the sheet covering us. Of course I would assume it was the sheet." I couldn't see her clearly, but I imagined her giving me an obvious look. It was still night time, but even though it was night, it was warm…Or maybe that was because for the heavy sheet. Either way, it was warm.
"Oh…Well, what else is there to do?" I yawned, and immediately heard Marcellin grunt in disapproval. It sounded as though yawning was forbidden as well. I felt like groaning, but knew I would only receive the same response.
"Nothing, we must remain still…And speaking of which, you keep on fidgeting." She scolded me as I felt her elbow me. I nearly elbowed her back but decided against it.
"I'm a 15 year old teenage girl, Khairiya, not a miracle worker." I said instead, sighing and filling the uncomfortable space with even more humid air. It was getting uncomfortably warm with each breathe that we took. Which was a lot since we need to breathe to like…live.
"Whoa, there." Marcellin's single voice rang out in a low murmur. The horses suddenly halted to a stop as we heard Marcellin step down from the front, I noticed it was very quiet. Too quiet for my taste... We listened in silently as Marcellin's footsteps came around to the back and to us.
"We must get out now. You must be silent." He lifted the heavy sheet ever so slightly and took it off us as we took in fresh air which was a relief to our lungs. I attempted at moving my arm only to be fought back was a strong tickly commotion of numbness, causing my arm to retreat to its original immobile position. Darn it...I think my body is numb now. Can I move? Darn it.
Khairiya somehow managed to move remarkably and was out of the cart in no time, waiting for me to do the same. I only rolled over on my back and could already feel the tingling sensation on the front part on my body and looked at her helplessly. "Help…please?"
Khairiya laughed softly as her cautiousness allowed, still ensuing to sound like a blessing to the ears. "Numb?"
"No, I just felt like laying there and asking for your help for no absolute reason." I said sarcastically as I tried to sit up, only to feel the uncomfortable aftermath of laying down on wood for…how long has it been? Well…A long time.
Khairiya was about to laugh again but Marcellin shushed us, telling us to "Be quiet." What is he, a librarian? Sheesh. That seemed to be his favorite sentence…throughout the whole trip in fact. But he was mainly saying it in a way that sounded like "I'LL CUT OUT YOUR TONGUE"!"
But as bothered as we were, we remained quiet as the mice skittering like shadows in the alleyways. Not that we were rats…Unless runways are considered rats. Khairiya and I weren't stupid, we had no intention of jeopardizing our plan to escape hell. Not when we've gotten this far.
Marcellin looked worried and nervous, "Quickly, this way." We had no reason to question his behavior. He was risking his life for us, after all. As annoying the guy was with his "be quiets", we owed him a lot for doing this.
"Marcellin, you okay?" I asked, noting the sweat dripping from his forehead. The guy was sweating like it was oven temperature as we continued moving along. His eyes were fear, now that I paid attention.
"I…It is nothing, please, just hurry." He said mechanically, his breath quickened and it seemed almost as though he was going to hyperventilate. What's up with him?
Khairiya and I exchanged looks and shrugged it off, whatever he was being bothered about, it was maybe something personal and we didn't really want to delve into that. Besides, we wanted to restrain from talking as much as possible. How I managed this feat…I have no idea.
Khairiya wasn't the sort of person to go into people's business, she was too considerate…Me? I didn't really care, to tell you the truth. Personal matters are for people with dramatic things happening in their lives and that wasn't me. At least…I didn't think so. The only dramatic thing that I could possibly recall was the time I nearly burned down the house from putting a Poptart into the microwave and accidently warming it up for 3 minutes instead of 30 seconds.
Yeah, the thing was…too burnt to be considered food by the time we got it out…
It wasn't long before we came to a broken down looking door that screamed "Fix me!" and it looked so haunted for some reason, like someone kept on beating the poor thing. Oh great, now I'm feeling sympathy for doors, this little intermission trip is affecting my brain big time.
The moon was our only source of light; it was still very quiet save for our breathing. Something was strange…And Khairiya noticed too. "Marcellin…Why are we here?" Her breathing quickened. "This is not Masyaf."
He stiffened and slowly turned to us. From the moon's light we saw tears fill his eyes. "Forgive me." His eyes watching us, looking haunted and filled with guilt as he just stood there.
For a moment I was puzzled. What the heck is he-?
Someone grabbed me behind and a shock of terror went through my body as I heard Khairiya's startled gasp. And seeing Marcellin's apologizing look before our captors bound and blindfolded us I knew then that he had betrayed us. I heard a few grunts from our captors as we struggled to break free.
Marcellin had betrayed us. The thought echoed in my head as our captors carried us, saying not a word. The doors opened. I whimpered, truly afraid and unable to see or say anything, hearing Khairiya's attempts to scream and struggle made me terrified but the captors kept covering her mouth to stifle her screams.
For the first time, my courage had left me. I had never been so caught off my guard before. I was so sure that everything was going to go all right. I hate you, God. Why are you doing this to us? I was unsure of what to do.
Khairiya managed to break free of the man's hand and used the precious time to speak. "Tell us, where are you taking us? What have we done? We are merely travelers, please-…" I heard Khairiya's face being slapped and I flinched.
"Quiet." Was all he said and a chill went through my spine. But I couldn't help but feel irritated again. Who the heck does he think he is? The jerk! I considered biting the guy's hand who was covering my mouth…or maybe slobbering over it. Maybe he'd be grossed out.
I decided against it. It was more likely that the guy would slap me in disgust. I was afraid of getting hurt and feeling pain. I felt like such a coward.
I heard Khairiya sniff, obviously tears coming to her, and I felt the urge to comfort her, but I couldn't. I was tied up, all we could do was stumble around, tripping over god knows what, and run into things (Most likely poles and walls, the jerks wouldn't even lead us).
Next thing we knew, we were thrown down like a sack of potatoes. Not again. I didn't know what kidnappers had against the people they were kidnapping. They never seemed to have enough respect or consideration to place their captives gently on the ground. Why is that too much to ask?!
"Ah. What have we here?" Strangely, it was a feminine voice, nothing I has expected, one that was bizarrely familiar. Is it…Rosette? No, it isn't…But I'm sure I heard that voice somewhere…I went through my mind to try and remember where I had heard the voice from.
"My lady." One of our captors responded, I imagined him bowing to her and didn't understand what she possibly did to deserve such respect. I nearly rolled my eyes…But that's kind of hard to do when you're blindfolded, the notion would have been ignored. "We have the two runaways, just as you ordered." Oh no…How did they…Grr, Marcellin.
I inwardly wished the guy would just shrivel up and die from his guilt, but then I saw his teary eyes within my mind and I quickly took it back. For all I knew, he could have been forced to betray us, I didn't know the reason. And until then, I guess I had no right to blame him.
"Lovely." She purred in a way that completely sickened me, she sounded sadistic. "Leave us, I wish to speak to Rosette's…pet and servant." Oh no…Now I remember who it is. Didiane…The girl who Rosette despised more than me. What the heck is she doing here?!
After the footsteps of the men left, the room felt uneasy and my breath quickened. For some strange reason, I wanted the men to come back, just in case this woman was going to do away with us in some twisted cruel way. I felt scared at the reason of why she would want us to be alone with her. When you're blindfolded, it gets to your nerves in the most horrible way possible.
"Didiane…" I muttered to show I knew who she was. Hopefully she heard me.
"Oh!" She sounded so gleeful; I thought she was going to jump up and down clapping her hands like a child receiving a cookie. "You remembered me…How thoughtful." Just when I thought it wasn't possible. A person I hate more than Rosette, amazing.
"Please…" Khairiya spoke up; her voice seemed hushed, yet strong. "Tell us why we are here."
"Perhaps I will….Perhaps not." I imagined her sneering in a very unladylike way and cherishing our uncomfortable looks on our faces, our vulnerability. "Perhaps…You shall tell me why you run…What were your names?" She paused. There were way too many "perhaps" in that sentence for my liking.
Khairiya and I stayed silent, both of us having no intention of answering her. She had no reason to know…well, for our benefit anyways. Anything that may of involved our release. Which I find highly not probable from her.
"Ah! Yes, Yvette and Cosette. Am I right?" Uh, actually you're dead wrong! Sorry, you get no price, thank you for playing!
She was answered by cold silence and the echoes of her own voice in the cold room.
I heard her come towards us, I considered rolling away from her but stayed put preparing for what she wanted from us (Also, I didn't particularly want to roll out of here with a blindfold…I wouldn't get very far).
She removed our blindfolds and we saw her beautiful brown eyes, cherubic smile and magnificent shampoo commercial hair. She looked sadistic, with her doll perfect face. She could have modeled for the design of Barbie. I was so tempted to spit in her face (but she pulled away quickly and I can't spit that far). Darn it…Come back here so I can smack that smirk off your face!
"Cosette…" She took my chin and started to examine me like I was some animal and I felt tempted to bite her or maybe growl at her. "You are nothing special; I see not what Rosette saw in you to take you as her pet." I was coming very close to considering my idea and acting like an animal. Maybe if I was lucky, I could give her rabies.
She glanced towards Khairiya. "And you." Her eyes flashed brilliantly, I never knew brown could flash so vibrantly…and full of hate. "You were a mistake."
Khairiya bit her lip as though to prevent herself from saying something regrettable. I, however, didn't have Khairiya's self control.
"What do you have against Khai…er, Yvette?!" My eyes filled with resentment as I glared at her. I had no idea what she meant by her comment, but the way how she expressed it sickened me. Khairiya had a pained look in her eyes which Didiane relished in delight.
She looked towards me, surprised, not expecting my outburst. "Nothing." She said it so simply, I felt confused. Why would someone hate anyone for no reason? I had never met anyone who was so shallow.
"Then why do you hate her?" I asked speaking through my teeth with vehemence.
"Because that is how it is…And how it shall be forever, my dear. Her kind was never allowed into our world. They were a mistake of God." What…the…heck?! Is she on something? Drugs?!
"You're crazy!" I found myself saying. "And I don't just say that to anyone! So I'll say it again...YOU'RE CRAZY!" Mistake of God?! Pft, as if she knew God. What? Was she best buddies with him and had conversations with him over tea or something?!
Fury filled her beautiful eyes as her face twisted in annoyance. "You dare defy me?!" I just love people who state the obvious. Don't you?
"Uh, yeah." I said obviously, my courage came back to me tenfold. I was glad that she gave me a reason to be sarcastic; I felt the need to laugh.
"GUARDS!" She screeched towards the door, obviously ticked off. She was only a few feet away from me and apparently couldn't…or wouldn't exact her revenge on me by clawing at my face or something. No, I guess she was too good for that. She just had to call for her posse who were in the other room.
The immediately came like obedient dogs, which disgusted me, how could these guys be so utterly loyal to a lady who acts like a spoiled child? "Take these…vermin to their rooms, lock them up…separately." She smirked at the last word so maliciously I reconsidered my idea of spitting in her face. Oh crap, so this is her revenge.
They manhandled us again and pushed us roughly into the rooms and I resisted the urge to kick one of the guys between the legs. But I did manage to stick out my tongue at Didiane before we left the room, so I basically had the last laugh. As we came to our "rooms" I forlornly looked towards Khairiya before she was pushed into her room and me into mine…I felt so alone. I had my friend taken from me again. And it sucked. I only hoped they wouldn't hurt her…
"Jerk!" I sneered at the guard before he shut the door in my face and I continued to scream at the door, knowing they would linger there as I heard them lock it. "PANSYS! GET A REAL JOB, YOU BOOBS!" I heard one of the guards tell me to shut my mouth as he banged on the door.
I leaned against the wall and looked around; there was a bed, worn down and hideous looking and an open window that was letting in cold air, I shivered and hugged myself. This sucks.
After what seemed like hours later, Didiane stormed in without even bothering to knock, not that I would have let her in if she did. She looked fuming mad. Oh goody, this is going to be fun.
"You have not spoken for a while. Tell me…Where is it?! Where was the destination?!" She gripped me by the shoulders shaking me as her obvious fury filled her eyes.
"Where you listening at the doors, you sicko?! Ever heard of privacy?!" I shouted back at her. Besides, who am I supposed to talk to? The wall? I was a little bothered and creeped out that she was listening in. Was there no privacy at all?! I should have seen this coming, I guess...but--
"Tell me!" She insisted, she seemed desperate. Every second that passed, convinced me that this lady had mental problems and was paranoid. She looked as though she was actually going to choke me for the information…But I don't think she would have risked tainting her perfect manicured nails.
"NO! I hate you nosey people! No one likes you! Why don't you just go home and talk to your pets or something?!" I pushed her off of me as hard as I could manage. Did she even know the boundaries of personal space?!
"You must tell me! Tell me; there have been too many of her vermin running!" Her eyes wide, in her extreme anxiety her beauty depleted. "I must know where those murderers reside!" I was very irked when she insulted Khairiya and her people…And this time when Khairiya wasn't even here to defend herself!
I started to get really annoyed of her "interrogation". "Under the sea! Under the sea! Darlin' it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
"Stop speaking nonsense." She gasped, again not expecting my spontaneous singing. I just love being unpredictable.
I continue deafeningly. "It's the CIRRRCCCLLLEE of LLIIIIIFFFFEEE! And it MOOOVES US ALLLLL (except you)! Like the Wheel of FORTUUUUNE (the television show)!"
"Stop!" She said backing away like I was crazy…maybe I was.
"DON'T wanna be like YOOOU! Oh yes, it's TRUUUUE! DON'T wanna prance like you, shriek like you, TOO! You see it's TRUE! It's totally MEEE! I want to be CRAZY, which is nothing like YOOOOU!"
She ran out before I finished the last verse. That was brilliant. I smirked to myself.
Whenever a guard came in to give me my food, if he even looked in my direction I'd just stare at him wide eyed and grinning widely and he would run out, terrified and totally creeped out. I was worried for Khairiya though, she wasn't like me, with my "weirdness".
The next guard that came in I looked away as though shy and afraid the minute the door opened. He set my food down and crept over to me. I closed my eyes as and pretended I was asleep and heard his footsteps thump closer. The guy probably heard of my antics and thought he was going to get to scare me into being good.
At the last second when he was about to touch me I shouted immediately looking at him. "MY FAVORITE NUMBER IS 24 MINUS 2 WHICH IS 22!"
He fell back, not expecting my sudden occurrence (but, then, who does?). "W-what--…"
"Oh." I said as though just noticing him. "I didn't know you were there, I was sleeping." I giggled.
He looked perplexed and wide eyed, not saying anything. Then I noticed his skin was honey brown. Okay…He isn't one of her lackeys. Didiane obviously made herself clear that she despised the sand colored people, so he was probably one of her close servants. I was immediately curious and found myself wondering…
"Who the heck are you?" I said on impulse.
He blinked, as though it was wondrous that I had spoken. I might as well have been a talking dog as he contemplated speaking for but a moment. "I thought you were dead…I thought they had killed you." I heard him mumble.
I didn't really have to be a genius to figure out who he meant by "they". "Uh…Apparently not…Unless I happen to be undead or we're in heaven…" I looked around the unsightly room with disdain and groaned inwardly. "Which I highly doubt."
"How did you survive this long?" I noticed he looked to be Khairiya's age as he looked around the room with curiosity mixed with distaste. He didn't seem to like the sight of the room either. If the room had a message to spread, it would probably be something awfully depressing.
"They fed me. And they avoid me because they think I'm crazy." I replied as though it were the simplest thing in the world. But inside my mind, I briefly wondered as to But inside my mind, I briefly wondered as to why they kept me alive. I didn't exactly give Didiane the time of her life to deserve food… "Do you know how the other girl is doing?"
He glanced at me, at a loss as though he had no idea what I was talking about. Oh dear. I tried to muster up all the patience I had as I sighed and tried to explain in a way that wouldn't be too sarcastic.
"You know. The girl in the next room to mine, dark skinned, beautiful, about your age, considerate, friendly…Any of this ring a bell?"
He still looked confused but then his face began to fill with worry. "There was no one in the other room."
It took a while for me to comprehend this. "What?"
"There was no-…"
"I heard you the first time, you dipstick!" I got up and grabbed him by the collar. "What the heck do you mean by that? She was there a few days ago, where the heck would she be!?" If Didiane had anything to do with this I'm going to put her on my hit list.
"She may have been…" Realization hit his face.
Being the normal human being I was, I had no physic powers to know what the heck the guy just realized. Oh darn. "What?! WHAT?! She may have been WHAT?!" I shook him. Just get to the point already!
"Would you please unhand me?"
"NO! JUST TELL ME!"
He looked at me silently, glaring daggers at me. This guy seemed stubborn to the point that he had no intention to listen to me as though I were his master. Even though he was dressed in servant's clothes, I realized he was not someone easily pushed around.
I sighed and let go of him and even gave him some space, sitting on the bed as it creaked. "There you go."
He paused a bit; I'm sure just to annoy me and continued. "I saw a girl whom you spoke of, she was wearing a heavy cloak and I could not see her face but she was dark skinned, she was with some guards and a young French woman."
I cringed at the thought of Khairiya being "escorted" by Didiane and her lackeys to-…God knows where. That is unless there are other young French women accompanied by guards and a young dark skinned woman. "Let me guess, did this "young French woman" have beautiful brown hair that was shampoo commercial worthy?"
He seemed confused at my comment but replied. "Yes, I suppose her hair was stunning." He seemed unsure of what to say, complimenting someone seemed like a foreign act to him which nearly made me laugh. Except for the fact that the person he complimented was now my archrival. Rosette now, fortunately for her sake, lowered to number 2 on my hit list.
"Argh…Didiane." I growled, grinding my teeth. "She doesn't know what she's getting into." The only reprieve I could get was from my imaginings of what I was going to do to her once I caught up to her and her sheep lackeys. Oh the possibilities!
I went to the door and kicked it with as much force as my anger could gather. The guy, however, came over to restrain me as his arms held me back. "What are you doing?! You'll wake the guards!" I tried to fight against him and found it was difficult. The guy had muscles.
"I don't CARE!" I said stubbornly making movement to ram into the door again, my head leaning forward. This time, I was aiming to put my whole body weight into it. Which I'm sure is a lot, cause' I am definitely not what you would call skinny.
"Do not be foolish! You will never save your friend if you yourself are captured." He shook some sense into me (quite literally), and I realized (to my great dissatisfaction) he was right. I was in a sardonic mood as I ceased my protests and stopped fighting against him. His arms loosened their pressure on me, but he kept them there, just in case.
I grumbled. "But we need to do something…I don't want another friend of mine getting hurt."
He hesitatingly patted my back as he let go of me completely. I could hear the uncertainty in his voice and smiled darkly. The guy apparently had a hard time with comforting people too. Either that or he just didn't know how to handle the overactive teenage emotions. "There, there…She will be fine." Oh yes, that was so comforting.
"By the way, who the heck are you?! You didn't answer my question." I turned towards him. Look, I'm not what one would call "smart" but I knew this guy wasn't a servant. What kind of servant carried a weapon? I inconspicuously eyed the small dagger at his hip with a sense of interest. Or maybe that's just me being nosey.
He seemed uncertain to answer me and looked as though he noticed me eyeing his weapon and hesitatingly answered softly as death. "I am…Farid."His name had told me nothing. Only what I was going to call him…No elaborate title or anything. Not even a last name. Oh that was so descriptive. I'm left with even more questions now.
At least I wouldn't have to call him "Hey, you" or "mister".
Farid...Hmm...Isn't he suspicious? Of course he has a bigger role to play, I assure you...Poor Khairiya...What is the crazy Didiane going to do to her? I can't tell you, it'll ruin the whole plotline. So...Sorry!
Hope you enjoyed this little chapter. Nothing ever goes as planned...Bummer.