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I couldn't speak. I couldn't move. I could barely think.

I was starving. I had been in the cell for about a month and a half now, and I had only gotten 6 or 7 meals. I was so thin.

My baby bump (more like a hill now) was the only big part on me now. I was big for 7 and a half months, but my arms and legs looked thin and emaciated in the little sunlight that got into my cell.

Aaron had been kicking less and less with each coming day, but the fact that he was still kicking was the only thing pushing me to survive. He had scared me, about a week earlier, when he didn't kick for 2 days. No kicking. I had started to panic, and started talked frantically while rubbing my stomach. Eventually he kicked, and I was so relieved.

I could only hope that Pinocchio had gotten word to Puck when he went to the store in the morning to get food for Bluebeard.

The door opened. Pinocchio stepped inside, and the inviting smell of chili warmed me right up.

I crawled over to the cell door, and leaned against the bars to hold myself up. I was so weak. Hands trembling, I slowly ate my chili as Pinocchio watched.

When I finished, I had a little more energy than I had had before, so I looked up towards Pinocchio.

"Did you tell him?"

Pinocchio nodded. "Yes, I told him. I'm sure he went right home to tell the family."

I felt so relieved. Finally, some hope. I was so worried about Aaron, and the prospect of making sure he was well fed filled me up inside. I was happy for once.

"When is he coming?"

Pinocchio shook his head. "I have no idea. I didn't ask him."

The happiness passed, replaced with fury. "I told you too!" I yelled, getting to my feet, filled with adrenaline. "I told you to ask him when they would come! I needed to know! I need to- I need to-"

My knees buckled, and I fell to the floor. I curled up in a ball and for the first time since I had been captured, I allowed myself to cry.

I don't know how long I cried, but eventually my sobs came to an end, and I just lay there, on the floor, shaking.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up. Pinocchio was looking at me through the cell, but for the first time, he had actually comforted me. I was surprised, but it made me feel good, like for a second, I wasn't alone.

The feeling passed when he took his hand off, and then he helped me sit up.

He looked me in the eye. "Listen Sabrina, I know you're stronger than this. You can make it through this, I just know it. Puck will come soon enough, and then you both can leave. Okay? So don't cry."

I sniffed and nodded. "Okay." But I didn't believe him. If I wanted to escape, I was going to have to do it myself.


I woke up the next morning ready to put a plan into action. I slowly sat up, and my stomach grumbled. I was hungry again. Stupid chili. The funny thing was that I would always be even hungrier after I ate something than I was before I ate it. It was annoying.

I looked up at the tiny window high above my cot. If only I could get a good look at my surroundings, maybe I could formulate a plan to get out of here.

It was a far fetched plan, but it was the only thing I had. I stood up on my cot and craned my neck, but I was still a few feet too short.

If I only had something else to pile on top, I thought, and looked around. There was a crate in the corner, so I took that, and put it on top of the cot.

Still not tall enough. I took the child size wooden rocking chair from the other corner, and put that on top of the crate. I was almost there. I just needed one more thing.

I peered around my small cell, and spotted my waste bucket. Pinocchio had given it to me to go to the bathroom in, and he took it and emptied it each week on the day after I got my meal.

It was still foul smelling from the previous night's chili, but it would have to do.

Crinkling my nose, I emptied the, ahem, contents of the bucket in the corner as far away from my bed as possible. Then I piled it on top of the rocking chair.

I stood back now that the pile was tall enough. The logical part of my brain told me that it was unsafe, that it was a bad idea. But I was going to do it anyways. Sabrina Grimm was well known for thinking illogically.

I climbed on top of my pile and looked outside. It was actually quite beautiful outside. The sun was coming over the treetops, and the dark forest outside was illuminated with light. I sighed wishing to get out of the stinking cell.

BOOM!

Startled, my fingers slipped from the bars on the window, causing me to lose my balance, and the unstable bucket slipped out from beneath my feet.

And I fell. I hit the ground hard, and screamed out in pain. Aaron kicked me, hard. In pain, I looked at my teetering pile of things.

BOOM!

The ground rumbled again, and the pile of chair fell on top of me, hitting the side of my stomach.

I cried out, and quickly moved away. I sat in the corner in pain, softly crying. Excruciating pain swept through my stomach and I doubled over.

Ow ow ow ow what the hell?

Puck's POV

The sun rose and the whole family awoke. We were all ready within 5 minutes. Equipped with explosives, magic items, and swords and daggers, we headed off towards Bluebeards castle.

It wasn't long before we reached it. The sun was just below the trees, making the forest look dark and menacing.

I lead the group towards the front door, hoping Pinocchio would open the door and let us in, but that's not what happened.

Bluebeard answered the door, and drew his sword when he saw us. I took out mine. It was a long silver one, with a golden hilt. I had replaced my wooden one in the Scarlet War with it.

"So I see you've come to rescue you're young fiancé," Bluebeard said with an evil glint in his eye. "Well, this is a problem. Now I have to kill you."

He lunged towards me, and I countered his attack I jumped high in the air, and shouted to the family, "Get Sabrina!"

As they ran inside, I fought Bluebeard. Taking one of the explosives off of my belt, I threw it at Bluebeard.

It missed him by an inch, hitting the castle wall instead.

BOOM!

The walls crumbled, and Bluebeard laughed. He whipped his sword around, trying to get at me, but I countered every move. He was really easy to read. I could see which move he was going to use next. It was all in the eyes.

Then I heard a pain-filled cry that sounded strangely like Sabrina's. Losing my concentration for a moment, Bluebeard swiped at me and sliced my shoulder. I cried out, and with my good arm, threw a piece of dynamite at him. It stuck to him like glue, and he screamed.

I laughed for a second. The sticky dynamite had been my idea. It stuck to whatever it hit, and nobody could get it off.

Bluebeard ran away screaming, but he fell the dynamite exploded when he was 150 feet away.

BOOM!

Fortunately, the dynamite didn't send body parts flying everywhere. It instantly vaporized him. No more Bluebeard.

Clutching my injured arm to stop the bleeding, I flew down to the castle, calling Sabrina's name.

"Puck! Come quick!"

Daphne's voice sounded panicky, and I followed it, racing down to the dungeons. I got to the cells, and everybody was crowded into the first one. They stepped aside as I came through. Bracing myself for the worst, I raced in.

Sabrina was on the floor, looking skinnier than I had ever seem her. She was sickly pale, and shudders ran through her body. Her eyes were wide open and scared, and filled with pain. Veronica was kneeling next to her with her hand on Sabrina's stomach.

I raced over and kneeled next to Sabrina. I took her hand. "What's wrong, Sabrina? Tell me what's wrong!"

Sabrina just stared at me, and slowly dragged her eyes to her mom.

"Mom?" she asked weakly.

"Yes?" Veronica answered.

"What's wrong?"

Veronica looked pained.

"This is the worst thing that could have happened right now," she answered, looking wildly around.

Sabrina cried out in pain again, and squeezed my hand so hard I thought it would explode. Then she leaned to the side and threw up.

"Oh my god, Mrs. Grimm, what's wrong with Sabrina? What's wrong? Tell me!" I begged, smoothing Sabrina's hair as she leaned back and closed her eyes, shuddering.

Veronica looked bewildered and panicked. "Sabrina must have fallen hard, or something, I don't know how this happened, this is crazy-"

"God dammit, tell me!" I yelled.

"Sabrina's going into labor."

Uh oh... what's gonna happen now?

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