WCNG: Too Long

Chapter Twenty-One:

None of us are as smart as all of us

- Japanese Proverb

Nabu, made his way up the mountain, where the Trix were living. Snow fell, and he shoved his hands into his pockets. Something sharp poked his left hand; he grabbed it out of his pocket, a picture. Not just any picture, it was a picture of a girl, with sparkling blue eyes and flowing light brunette hair matching perfectly with her skin, she was five foot two inches of perfection.

Nobody is perfect; nobody except the girl in the picture. The moment Nabu first put his eyes on this girl; he instantly fell in love with her enchanting beauty. She's the reason why he needed to get rid of Layla. Maybe not all the Winx Club, but Layla was what he needed to get out of the way.

Yes, he did love Layla. He loved her ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, but after a few years, when he met Elizabeth he knew she was the one. It wasn't just her looks; it was her kindness, and lovingness that he fell in love with as well. He desperately wanted her.

His determination is what had brought him to the Trix. He got the plan, and he knew the Trix would do anything to get revenge on the Winx. He should've just settled with just having them get rid of Layla, not all of them. He knew he had ruined his buddies' lives getting rid of the other girls, and Riven, though he did find it relaxing that Riven's rude comments weren't always around. But he still regretted it. He was going to have to tell them the truth sooner or later. But how? And what about forgiveness? Would they ever forgive him? Probably not.

Nabu stuffed Liz's picture back into his pocket as he arrived at the house. Before he even knocked on the door, Darcy was already there to open it.

"Urg, it's you," Darcy snorted, and held her hand out gesturing him to enter. But he didn't. "Aren't you going to come in?"

"No," He answered. "What do you know about the kids being kidnapped?" Darcy crossed her arms.

"Nothing you shouldn't know," She replied.

"You know who did it, don't you?" He said, and thought for another second. "It was you three." Darcy uncrossed her arms, and began to clap her hands, slowing.

"Congratulations, you finally put the pieces together."

"You won't get away with this Darcy,"

"I believe we already have, bye-bye" Darcy shut the door in his face. Anger grew in the male's body. They weren't going to get away with this. His son or daughter is in there, or somewhere. He was going to save them, and the others, one way or another.

Seven out of eight kids, sat at the tables, as they ate the food served to them from the dumbwaiter elevator.

Oriana had just woken up with the biggest, most painful headache of her young life. Dewy told her to stay down, and fed her some Tylenol that was served with the food for Oriana. He said she probably had a concussion, quoting the book he had read exact words:

Traumatic brain injury, or TBI, is an exchangeable word used for the word concussion. This term refers to a mild brain injury. This injury is a result due to a blow to the head that could make the person's physical, cognitive, and emotional behaviors irregular.

Symptoms may include: Clumsiness, Fatigue, Confusion, Nausea, Blurry Vision, Headaches, and others.

Mild concussions are associated with sequelae. Severity is measured using various concussion grading systems.

A slightly greater injury is associated with both anterograde and retrograde amnesia, or inability to remember events before or after the injury. The amount of time that the amnesia is present correlates with the severity of the injury. In all cases the patients develop post concussion syndrome, which includes memory problems, dizziness, tiredness, sickness and depression.

Cerebral concussion is the most common head injury seen in children.

Oriana had trusted this kid to take care of her, though he just turned eight last month, he was the oldest, and the smartest in the room. According to him, he knew exactly how to treat a concussion, and she had wished on every star, that she had seen every so often when she slightly moved positions when Dewy told her not to, that he knew what he was doing and that he was right.

The kids wanted to get out of this place, the desperately needed to. The food was nasty, and the bed's according to Oriana who was the only to be on the bed were not comfortable one tiny bit.

Melony's eyes were locked onto the dumbwaiter as she ate her plate of nasty spaghetti, or at least that's what it looked like. They weren't exactly sure what they were eating but they didn't care, they were starving.

Her mind was completely on escape. The tiny little elevator was just their size; could that be their way out? Her little brain thought. She might not have been the smartest of the group, but she was smart. And having any idea of there only way out proves her right.

She finally spoke up over the silent two tables.

"Guys, can't we just use the elevator thingy to get out of here?"

"You mean the dumbwaiter" Dewy corrected her; Melony just rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Well can we?"

"It's worth a shot. It can't be guaranteed but it's worth a try, anything is," Aiden said. And that's what the kids did. Brooke was the test dummy; she was lowered down into the wooden box. When the box hit the floor, the scream of a little girl echoed throughout the shaft.

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Here is a short little preview of chapter 24! Three chapters from this one...

Chapter Twenty-Four:

There is always a pleasure in unravelling a mystery, in catching at the gossamer clue which will guide to certainty.

- Elizabeth Gaskell

Bad luck and good luck come to all of us. But recently, all the Winx had been getting was bad luck, and the Trix good luck from the past eight, almost nine years.

Darcy let out a smile through her frown once they all removed the hoods, and the few who wore sunglasses removed those. "Now, it seems that everything is in place," She said. "You're children are safe... for now. In fact, this is what is going to happen. They are all hidden, scattered among the city. There will be six teams of two. Each team will have to find their own kids. Twins are hidden with their twin and individuals are hidden by themselves. You have twenty-four hours."

"You will each get a very hard to solve clue," Stormy said. "It will give you a hint of where your child will be. We will all meet here at exactly noon tomorrow. If you have found your kid/kids, you will bring them as well. If you haven't found them by that time... they will die all of them, even the ones that you have found."

"Your clock is ticking," Icy snapped her fingers and six pieces of paper appeared in front of each girl. "You are all lucky we are being nice enough to give you a clue. Let the games begin. Have fun playing!" The three vanished.