It's still not done, and I haven't really worked on it since, I have a little more done and edited. rewrote some parts I already made

Alana's eyes widened and her breath hitched in her throat as she looked over to her kidnappers; eyes widening. T-three? D-did they say three? But then that meant... Instantly Alana felt her heart begin to race and her fingers trembled very slightly as they grasped the blanket. It wasn't an action that went unnoticed by the men but rather one ignored in favor to her expression of shocked surprise.

"Three?" She asked, her voice the calmest it's been ever since she woke up in the bedroom. The man standing closest to her nodded, the bells on his jester hat making light jingling sounds.

"Yes." He confirmed, an unsettling grin on his face as he nonchalantly placed a fist on his hip. Alana's heart gave another sharp jerk and her mind began racing in that second. Then that means... but who?!

"A whore, a dunderhead jock and the insufferable know it all that sold you out. Keh, to think he believed that by telling us you had our masks we'd spare his life." The other man, who looked completely identical to the first with the exception of his warden uniform, sneered. His twin gave another small nod, though his smile didn't drop even a little. Rather, if anything, it became darker.

"We were quite grateful for the information but to sell out one's friend like that..." He paused, hanging his head very slightly as he closed his eye and laughed. When he opened it again it flashed with dark amusement. "Well, I suppose in desperation one will do just about anything to stay alive. Isn't that right, Alana?"

Alana shuttered as she felt a cold shiver shoot down her spine. Her fingers tightened their grip on the blanket and she turned her head to avoid the creepy gaze. Despite dressing as a jester, and neither having a temper nor speaking crudely like his twin, out of the two, he scared her the most. At that exact moment, however, she wasn't sure what bothered her more; the redheaded jester or that they revealed Zane had tried to trade his life for hers. In the end it didn't really matter all that much as the sense of fear and betrayal was overtaken by another. Relief.

"So not a drunk singing stupid songs?" She asked, more like demanded, as she turned her gaze back to the men. Just to be safe, she made sure to mostly focus on the warden.

For a brief moment neither men responded. They just stared at the girl as looks of confusion crossed their faces. It wasn't just her question that caught them off guard but her reaction as well. She seemed... so desperately hopeful and relieved. It wasn't what they had been expecting when they decided to tell her the truth. The two glanced at each others before back at Alana; the Warden having raised an eyebrow.

"No, I think we'd remember that." The Jester said, both his smile and hand having dropped from the confusion. Their confusion becomes even more pronounced as Alana's body sagged forwards and she released a heavy, relieved sigh; mumbling something both barely miss.

"You seem rather relieved despite most of your friends being dead. Were you hit in the head?" The Warden insulted, his hands placed on his hips as he leaned forwards. A small frown tugged at Alana's lips at his statement but she kept her head down and away from his gaze.

"Technically they weren't really my friends." The girl replied, feeling a bit of guilt form in her stomach as she continued to stare at her blanketed legs. "I was only associated with them because my best friend knew them."

"Oh?" The Jester asked, a bit taken aback by her bold and honest statement. A second later his smile from before returned and a chuckle floated past his lips.

"Even if you weren't close to them, to boldly claim that you don't care that three others died... that's rather cold of you, my dear." He trailed off with a sickening purr. Toward his accusation, Alana's hands tightly squeezed the blanket and her teeth clenched together. When she lifted her head she was glaring.

"I didn't say that I don't care!" She growled, her voice raised but not enough to be considered a shout.