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Episode 12:

The Bonny Special

-Frankie-

After dinner that evening, Frankie trekked down the main hall with Cleo, Ghoulia, Crecha, Blondie and Farrah towards the hall of windows.

Cleo huffed as she continued her tirade, "...just the nerve! Is the senior position cursed so they all become power mad?"

Farrah clutched her books close to her chest as she shook her head, "I don't think Mal has much of a choice-"

"Don't bother with excuses for her, I know she's the Faye queen, "Cleo waved dismissively, "But you're with me right now and the truth of the matter is that she is acting just like Freddie."

Ghoulia tilted her head and groaned. Cleo scoffed, "Okay well not exactly like her, but the rule through fear bit." Cleo touched her chest, "I rule my people with grace and humility."

"Oh to the siris, we get it, you're queen of the people," Petra exclaimed.

Frankie halted as she noticed Cleo's older sister, Petra De Nile across the hall partially obscured by shadow. The light from above glinted off the citrine yellow gem embedded in Petra's cheek as she flipped her jet black hair. Deuce, who stood next to her, leaned back as the green snakes of his head hissed in protest. Beside him was a pale normie girl with rose gold hair fixed in a plait with a red bow.

Cleo squealed as she ran to hug Deuce. Deuce grunted as she leapt into his arms.

Frankie swayed from side to side as she sighed, "Ah to be with the one you love."

Petra rolled her jasper green eyes, "Sickening."

Farrah adjusted her bag with a heavy sigh, "Better than no love at all."

Petra turned to the other junior present, "Come Apple, Deuce can have his moment. Let's go, we've got to stay in the lead."

Frankie tilted her head, "Stay in the lead of what?"

Petra glared down her nose, "Its none of your concern-"

"Its the junior-senior competition," Apple held up a finger as she beamed, "We're on teams of three competing to see who can find the most treasure around the school." She covered her mouth as she giggled, "Its mostly junk we have to find, but the real challenge is not getting caught while looking."

Cleo leaned back as she rubbed Deuce's shoulders, "Oh? You're in the lead I hope."

Petra tossed her head back and snarled, "Of course I am."

Apple cleared her throat, "You mean we..."

Petra rolled her eyes and cocked her hip to the side, "If that makes you feel better."

Ghoulia groaned inquisitively. Petra folded her arms as she leaned forward on one foot, "We are allowed to explore everywhere except the fourth floor, that's the principal's office."

Frankie's eyes widened, "Ooh, that sounds like fun, need any help?"

Petra scoffed, "Ugh, no. Its the junior-senior competition, sophomores aren't involved and besides you all have a curfew. What use would you be to me?"

Cleo glanced at her nails, "Well an extra set of eyes for one."

Petra narrowed her eyes, "And what would you want for helping?"

Cleo glided forward, "Eternal bragging rights for one, I mean really you can't do anything without me." Petra scowled. Cleo held up a finger, "And two, if we are with you we can go to places we normally aren't allowed."

Petra quirked a brow, "And?" Cleo leaned forward and smiled. Petra furrowed her brow as she leaned back and muttered, "I can see some benefit to this arrangement." She glared, "Not the bragging thing but the other part."

She turned on her heel, "Follow me."

Apple's eyes widened, "Wait, they're coming with us? Why? It could be dangerous for them."

Petra cast a scathing glance over her shoulder, "Hush now little Plum, you might learn something."

"You know that's not my name," Apple corrected through clenched teeth.

"Whatever Persimmon."

Frankie glanced at Cleo as she followed, "Um, I thought we were going to discuss ideas?"

Cleo nodded as they stepped onto the stairs in front of Ching's ground floor office, "The best ideas are formed when you have a working map."

Frankie nodded with dawning comprehension as she ascended the spiraling incline. Heat clung to her as she pushed through the damp air of the stone-carved stairwell. Behind her Ghoulia wheezed as she struggled up the steps, her stiff joints popped as she climbed.

Farrah pulled her wand out of her bag, "Here, allow me to help."

Ghoulia shook her head as she raised her knee and set her foot down. Frankie gave a small smile, "You'll get plenty of exercise, when we climb the stairs to the dorm tonight."

Ghoulia gurgled as she raised her other knee and put her foot down. Cleo, near the top of the stairs, chuckled, "See you when you get up here then."

Farrah gripped her wand as she cringe-smiled, "Its just a touch of magic, a simple levitation spell. Nothing too taxing." Ghoulia wailed as she shook her head.

Frankie held up her hands, "Okay." She smiled, "Ghoulia says no thanks."

Farrah pinched her lips together, "I gathered as much." She lowered her head and put her wand in her bag as she sighed with shoulders slumped.

Frankie furrowed her brow as she waited for the ascending Ghoulia, "Umm, there's more to that sigh than being unable to help. Want to talk about it?"

Farrah clung to her books, "Well..." She glanced up at the now empty staircase, "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you. I... have a crush..."

Frankie's eyes widened, "Oh my ghoul! Since when?"

Farrah shook her head, obscuring her face with her hair, "For a while now."

"Well, what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. It would never work out, he'd never go for a girl like me, besides... I'm... a fairy godmother in training."

"And?"

"We don't get to have boyfriends or princes. We get arranged marriages for the sake of continuing the family line. A man willing to drop his own name and take on mine, and since faye live longer than most that arrangement won't happen for quite sometime."

"No marriage for love?"

"Yeah..."

Frankie twisted her lips to the side as she hummed thoughtfully, "Hmm, well I just know there's someone out there that will just be crazy for you."

"Yeah, crazy," Farrah gave a bitter laugh, "Knowing my luck the guy will have pixie brain."

"What's that?"

"Pixie's can't really handle more than one emotion at a time, if they get overwhelmed they either grow full-sized or do something foolish."

Ghoulia groaned from beyond the stairs. Frankie gasped, "Oh, sorry," as she took the steps two at a time. Ghoulia shuffled through the open door of the first room on the second floor.

Cleo huffed from behind a podium in the corner, "Oh my Rah, were you two waiting on Ghoulia?"

Frankie's eyes widened as she stepped into the dark club room. The smooth stone walls were slick with moisture. Water dripped from stalactites onto forming stalagmites along the floor. She flinched at every audible plip as she cautiously sat down at the green table where chess sets had been placed.

Farrah sat beside her with a grimace, "Someone didn't finish carving out this room."

Cleo tapped the podium with a gavel, "Now that Ghoulia is here we can get started."

Petra harrumphed from the leather seat at the head of the table as she uncrossed and crossed her legs, "I hope you ghouls are ready to work because you'll all be searching this school to help me complete my list."

Cleo put her hands together and balanced her chin upon them, "In due time, Petra. Right now we need details, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about, you've been here long enough to learn a few things, surely."

Petra rolled her eyes, "This school has its secrets," She leaned forward and grabbed a red queen-piece off a chess board, "Most of which are tied up in its history. The trees of the blood forest are but a small piece of the puzzle related to the captain and she doesn't like anyone digging into her business. She's purged previous classes she's caught snooping around."

"Purged?" Frankie's eyes widened.

"Yes, purged, completely removed any undesirable class from the school in the most violent way possible."

Apple snatched the queen-piece from Petra with a smile, "Actually, she gives her most hated classes a punishment far worse than death."

Cleo grimaced, "I hate to ask but what?"

"She doesn't allow them to go home. Rumor has it that class 213, 215, and 218 were sent out into this world never to return to home ever again."

Frankie gasped, "Golly, I wouldn't want to irritate the captain."

Petra snatched the queen-piece back from Apple, "Yes well, that is why whatever you plan on doing, you must do it quietly. Now, the captain is always on edge before the summer since the freshman class isn't completely bound."

Apple plucked the queen-piece out of Petra's hand as she added, "And don't forget the magical barrier that prevents them from leaving the island if they did manage to get past the main door."

Petra ripped the queen-piece out of Apple's hand, "You're just a princess so stop it!" She flipped her bangs out of her face, "As I was saying, any attempts to communicate with the freshmen are met with swift punishment."

Frankie furrowed her brow, "Oh, do you think..."

Petra slammed the queen-piece onto the chessboard, "It's not you that will be punished but the senior class lead."

"Oh..." Frankie grumbled, "That explains Mal..."

Petra rose from her seat and reached for a portable dry erase board in the corner. When she moved it, a large portrait of a young man became visible. Frankie shuddered at the man's unnatural eyes which seemed to stare at her. She turned her head to block it from view as she watched Petra draw a rough sketch of the school.

Petra tapped the board as she explained the school layout. Frankie took detailed notes of everything. I'll bet Captain Jones uses the threat of never going home to keep people obedient. I hate to get Mal in trouble but I can't let my friends get bound here. If I can give them a fighting chance, I will. There has to be a way they can escape and bring help back to save us. Even if I get punished with the never go home sentence, if I can get them home it will be worth it.

-Twyla-

Sunday, June 4, Twyla awoke early in the afternoon to Abbey speaking quietly with a sobbing Darling. Twyla crawled out of shadow, "Is everything okay?"

Darling wiped her face, "I feel just fine, I just, don't know what came over me."

Abbey patted Darling's shoulder, "What came over you, if had to guess, would be nerves. Happens sometimes. I take you to infirmary, LT Montoya give you fat of yak soup, you eat, you feel better."

Twyla squinted, "I doubt LT Montoya has yak fat."

Abbey held up a finger, "You be surprise what Montoya have. Every time I see her she gives good medicine. It all in back."

Twyla tilted her head, "I've never been to the back of the infirmary."

Abbey wrapped her arm around Darling's shoulder and pulled her up, "Well now we all go, friend in need."

Twyla got dressed and followed Abbey and Darling down to the infirmary.

LT Montoya looked up from making a bed and sighed in exasperation, "Again Sombrita?"

Twyla pointed to Darling, "I'm not here for me."

Montoya dropped the linens on the bed and walked towards them.

Abbey gestured towards Darling with her chin, "Darling have bit of rumble yesterday and today she too weak to stand. I think it is nerves."

Montoya placed a hand on Darling's forehead and motioned for Darling to follow, "I will be the judge of that. Come along now Charming, if your classmates keep getting into fights like this you need to become well acquainted with my infirmary."

Darling leaned on Abbey as she followed Montoya, "No thank you, three times was enough for me last year."

Montoya pointed to a bed next to her medicine cabinet, "Go ahead and lay right there- Ah!" She rushed towards Twyla, "Don't come any closer."

Twyla stopped, "What, what's wrong?"

Montoya turned her around and sat her on a bed closer to the door, "That could have been disastrous. Please don't walk that far into my infirmary."

Twyla sat on the bed, "What? Would I have disintegrated?"

Montoya nodded and shrugged, "I don't really want to find out the hard way, safe bet is to just stay right here."

Twyla squinted as she watched Montoya walk towards the back. When Montoya had walked far enough she pulled a curtain that divided the infirmary in half. Twyla didn't know what the curtain was for, but she could only guess that the glowing runes that flowed up the cream-colored curtain were what Montoya did not want her getting near.

After about two hours of waiting in silence, Walker strode into the infirmary. She smiled and waved, "You seem to always be in here little one. What troubles you today?" Twyla started to stand up but Walker crossed the room in three steps and pushed her back onto the bed, "No need, stay seated."

Twyla looked at the large silver pail in Walker's hand, "What's that for?"

Walker sat down on the bed and held it up, "It's a late lunch for Josefina and I." She glanced towards the curtain, her face took on a pained expression for a moment before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "But it seems she'll be a while."

She reached into her pail and pulled out a small bundle wrapped in wax paper, "Here, have some cookies."

Twyla opened the wax paper and pulled out a cookie in the shape of a letter. Twyla furrowed her brow as she gazed up at Walker to inquire.

Walker laughed heartily, "Ha-haha. It's an R. Whenever I bake, I always shape the cookies into letters, reminds me of better times. Go ahead pull them all out, it spells something."

Twyla smoothed out the wax paper and spread out the cookies. She furrowed her brow, "Still north?"

Walker nodded, "Inside joke between Josefina and I. When you finish eating tell her what it said for me okay?"

Twyla nodded and bit into the T as Walker patted her head, stood up and glided through the curtain. A burst of sound and light escaped through the small opening in the flap before disappearing. Twyla paused mid-bite when she realized the sound had been the agonized cry of Darling.

When the curtain reopened Darling ran out of the infirmary. Twyla shrank back when the infirmary door slammed shut.

Abbey sighed, "I think I said too much. Hurt her feelings."

Twyla tilted her head, "What did you say?"

Abbey looked at Twyla and opened her mouth but paused and closed it with a shake of her head, "If I learn anything from Darling is that I best not say everything."

Twyla slid off the bed and grabbed the wax paper, "Well Darling is probably feeling overwhelmed about her upcoming fight. I don't have that kind of baggage; you can tell me."

Abbey shook her head and walked towards the door, "I go check on Darling, make sure she no kill, you stay here."

Twyla blinked in confusion, "Kill?"

Montoya strolled over to Twyla and placed a sealed cup in Twyla's hand, "Sorry to keep you waiting but it looks like I will be seeing you after all. Here."

Twyla looked at the cup, "Uh…what am I doing with this?"

Montoya pointed towards the door, "Go tinkle in it."

Twyla scrunched her nose as she leaned back, "What? Why?"

Montoya laughed and put her hands on her hips, "Random drug test, why do you think?"

Twyla raised an eyebrow and shook her head, "Ah, okay. Oh, and the message in the cookies was still north."

Montoya blinked and her shoulders sagged with relief, "Well that's one less thing I'll have to worry about this year. If only…"

She gazed down at Twyla and placed a hand on her shoulder as she spoke in a wavering voice, "You go fill that cup okay?"

Twyla furrowed her brow, "All…right. No need to cry."

Montoya shook her head and wiped her eyes with her apron, "It's okay just be careful from now on."

Twyla slowly back out of the infirmary, "I will…be right back with this."

She stared at the cup as she went to the latrine. Random drug test? How would I even get drugs? Twyla completed her task and returned to Montoya, by the time Montoya finished her physical and informed her of the results it was going on dinner time.

Twyla entered the chow hall and loaded her tray with food. She didn't wait to see if anyone else from her class was present, she just sat at a table and ate.

Mid-bite Billy became visible in front of her, "Hungry much?"

Twyla coughed and covered her face with her napkin, "Announce yourself next time, geez, and shut it you, I've been in the infirmary with LT Montoya all day."

Billy laughed, "I can tell. Did you fall asleep in there?"

Twyla reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling out large chunk of silver fairy dust, regular dust, and glowing yellow infirmary dust. She wiped her hands with a napkin, ""I did take a small nap thanks, " She coyly pursed her lips as she suggested, "But if it bugs you so much you can wash it, Invisi bear."

Billy leaned forward as he chuckled, "Well then I guess I'll have to shadow bunny." He sat back, "So what did LT Montoya say, clean bill of health I hope."

Twyla nodded, "Yeah, my leg is healing nicely, I'm not on drugs, blood pressure is normal, you know the normal stuff."

"Drugs?"

"I was randomly drug tested today."

"How were you supposed to take drugs? Where would you get them? I am so confused."

Twyla shook her head, "No idea. But that's what happened."

His eyes scanned her frame, "Maybe she thought you were snorting dust or something. Since you're always covered in it."

She tilted her head back and pouted, "Hey…"

Billy held his hands up defensively, "Sorry, calls it like I sees it." He leaned forward as he put his hands on the table, "Tell you what, I'll give your hair extra special attention tonight."

Twyla squinted at him as she dug into her meal. He seems eager to spend time with me, now more than ever. I'll have to confirm after I'm healed that he's not doing it out of pity before we can make it official.