(A/N: In case you haven't read the last chapter, this is the second part of the two-part episode "A View to the Skrill". I really feel like this will be a great time for some more character development with Helene and Smog, especially since they're separated.
I don't mean to sound demanding, but hurry it up with that poll, guys! It will be taken down very, very shortly and there are only a couple more Helene/Smog chapters left. I need these results pretty much yesterday, which means this needs to be put into overdrive. Like I keep saying, it's not my fault if you're not happy with the dragon she gets, (no pressure) it's yours, I'm just the messenger.
Warning: mild sexual interaction between dragons (not very much, not very graphic) and themes of unlawful imprisonment. I cannot stress how much I would beg someone who can't handle it to stay away if they're sensitive. In order words, don't read if you're very sensitive to these themes. Don't say you weren't warned.)
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It's been several hours since the twins and Skrill disappeared and Dagur captured Helene, and everyone's been on edge ever since. They searched high and low for them, but nothing was ever found. There were times where the inevitable was thought before becoming pushed to the back of the mind.
While everyone was focused on finding all of them, Smog could care less about the twins or the Skrill and just wanted to find Helene. He knew that she would most likely be with Dagur and once she was found, he would unleash all of his firepower on him and his Berserkers. He might be only one dragon, but no one messes with him or his trainer and best friend.
The thunderstorm rolled in when night fell, and that prompted everyone to turn back to Berk. Hiccup still wanted to search, but Snotlout and Astrid were already half-asleep and their dragons were practically flying in their sleep by the time they made it back to the island.
Smog didn't want to go home just yet, he wanted to search a little longer. Astrid practically had to drag him back to her house because he would have followed Hiccup and Toothless into the storm where he would have been fried by a lightning bolt.
Upon arrival at home, she had to drag herself up to her bedroom to sleep. He went into Helene's room, where he saw Twirl asleep in his nest with their still-unhatched egg and Helene's empty bed. There was a part of him hoping that it was just a nightmare and she would have just been peacefully asleep in bed, but that wasn't the case, it was agonizingly real.
He growled sadly to no one but himself and climbed onto her bed and curled up into a ball. Twirl raised her head when she heard his movements and went over to him. He was unresponsive to her and didn't even seem to notice her presence. She brought her face to his, warbling, trying to get him to acknowledge her. He was her mate, she didn't like the idea of him paying no attention to her, especially when their offspring would be hatching shortly.
She nudged the side of his face with hers while purring soothingly. Finally, he looked at her and she could see the sadness and the anger on his face and in the shine of his eyes that was now dull. He finally vocalized quietly to her what happened before turning away from her again and she felt the same way he did, Helene was her trainer and friend too, she was like a mother to her. But she knew how to cheer him up.
She licked him tenderly and looked at him with a seductive look in her eyes when he looked up at her. He stood up on the bed and that's when she tackled him to the floor. They rolled around in each other's hold while laughing and chattering, it was quiet enough that it would not be heard by anyone trying to sleep. They finally came to a stop with her on top of him, they were still continuing with their laughing and chattering.
Soon, a warm scent filled his nostrils and her body began to feel warm against him as well. Before long, his own body began to heat up slightly, especially in the lower half and it began to travel down to his tail. This was the result of pheromones both were producing, all it took was for one of them to feel aroused and it would spread like a fire to the partner.
They rolled their bodies and switched positions so that he was on top of her. The lustful and seductive look on her face invited him to continue, and it was an invitation he was willing to accept. Even if neither one was sure they needed another offspring yet, the egg in their nest was still unhatched. However, both needed a way to relax and relieve some stress to forget about their sadness and grief.
Just as he was about to succumb to this and allow a river of ecstasy to flow through his body, he looked up at the bed and frowned. He moved away from her and got back on the bed, curling up into a ball again. He felt ashamed of himself for almost having intimate relations with Twirl while his trainer was gone.
She got up from her position on the floor and got onto the bed with him. She nudged him again, although didn't try to entice him into anything else with her. He wasn't interested anyway, he was too depressed to have any relations with her for the moment.
Then, he perked when he heard a familiar howl in the distance, it was Toothless. He stood up and walked up the bed, jumping onto the window sill and looking out at the dark, cloudy sky. That's when he saw Toothless gliding in the night, he and Hiccup almost appeared to be using the darkness and clouds as camouflage.
He looked back at Twirl, who was still on the bed, and she smiled, as if she was giving him permission to leave. He smiled back at her and leaped off the sill, flying off in the direction where Hiccup and Toothless went.
Twirl got down from the bed once he was gone and went back to the nest, curling herself around their egg. Once she did, the egg nudged slightly on its own, as if the infant dragon inside could somehow sense that its father had left.
Helene wasn't sure how long she had been passed out, but eventually awoke from her deep sleep. When she did, she discovered that her ankles were bound with chains and she was on the floor of a ship, it was unmistakable in her eyes.
"Where am I?" she asked herself quietly.
She could hear the creek of a door opening and her whole body went cold, her face felt completely drained of blood. She began to pray that it wasn't her father, if it was him there was no getting out of this.
Unfortunately, she knew him better than anyone and knew how he enjoyed getting his thrills. She never saw it herself, but he would often threaten her with the torture he said he used on the authentic traders before sinking them and their ships. If that was to be her fate, death would be a blessing.
She could hear boots tapping and thought she was going to pass out again, that was until she saw who her capture was, Dagur the Deranged. She wasn't sure if she should be relieved or not, but his presence was certainly more reassuring than her father's - in her mind at least.
"Well, well, well, look who's awake," he taunted.
"What do you want, Dagur?" she hissed.
He crouched down before her and held her chin up with a finger, "Let me make this clear to you, you're completely useless to me, but I need you to get what I want."
"And what would that be?" she spat.
He sneered and removed his hand from her chin, clamping it around her neck. He squeezed her neck, but not painfully and not nearly enough to obstruct her air.
"I want… the Skrill," he whispered in her ear before releasing her. She took in a gasp in relief when he did so.
A soldier came into the room to inform him, "Sir, we're nearing the island's mainland."
He stood erect and began to walk out of the room, "Get her ready." Before leaving, he drew his sword and pointed it at her, "Try anything and you die." He then pointed it at one of his soldiers. "Touch her and you die, got that?" He nodded frantically.
She would be lying if she said what Dagur said to the soldier didn't concern her a little bit, but she pushed that into the back of her mind. The said soldier knelt down behind her as he unlocked the chains that bound her to the floor. He then cuffed her wrists and pulled her up to her feet, leading her out of the room.
When they went up to the upper deck, she expected to see Berserker Island, but that wasn't where they were. To her surprise and confusion, they were at the docks of Outcast Island.
'Why would Dagur come here?' she mentally questioned.
A soldier threw down the gangplank and they used it to get onto dock. There were only a few of them, Dagur, Helene, and the rest were soldiers, the rest remained on the ship. She knew escape was futile, so she went along with it.
They began to walk down the dock and it led to the arena, where Alvin the Treacherous and his right-hand Savage were standing, they appeared to be expecting them. Now, Helene was scared, and beginning to think her father may not be such a bad man after all. That thought was quickly thrown away.
Alvin held her lower jaw in his hand, forcing her to look up at him with narrowed eyes. "Nice of you to join us, my beauty." He removed his hand from her, but not in a rough way. "Take her to a cell. We'll talk later."
At that moment, she was transferred from Dagur's soldier to Savage. He gripped her bicep roughly and dragged her to the prison, which was next to the arena.
Savage, accompanied by a couple of guards, took her down into the prison and came to a stop at a random cell. He pushed her inside and removed her cuffs, she rubbed her wrists in relief as the cell closed.
"Enjoy your stay," he jeered as he and the guards walked away.
'Jackass,' she thought.
She looked at the bars, crudely constructed from old spears and rods, and began to think of a way to get out, but her mind drew a blank. Even if she could get out, what then? Hope to find a wild dragon and hope to train it? Or hope one of her friends finds her? Sometimes hope just isn't enough.
To make matters worse, directly across from her was a Whispering Death, surrounded by dozens of eggs. When she saw that it hit her, Alvin was breeding Whispering Deaths, so when they hatched they would tear apart Berk from within.
Although she thought it was unlikely, it was utterly possible that the Whispering Death across from her could be the mother of the Screaming Death. However, Alvin could have more than one, if that's the case then any one of them could be the mother.
Even though she knew there were definitely dragons there with her, Whispering Deaths were nearly impossible to train. She couldn't see any other dragons from her cell; escape by dragon was beginning to sound like an impossibility.
Now, all she could do was sit down on the slightly damp ground and wait. It was up to the gods now to debate what should become her fate.
She laid down with a sigh and allowed herself to be filled with her thoughts. Alvin mentioned that he wanted to talk to her, but what about? What did he have to say to her? A part of her wanted to know, but the other half didn't.
Still, she couldn't help but to be curious. Everything about the things he says seems to pique her curiosity and interest. Everytime she interacts with him, all she gets are questions that have gone unanswered.
She supposed she would get some answers to the questions swirling in her mind. Until then, all she could do was settle into her new surroundings until she's either killed or rescued. She hoped it would be the latter and not the former, but now she's at the mercy of not one but two madmen.
Shortly after she settled herself, she heard a roar, the roar of the Skrill. She gasped to no one but herself and sat up, her eyes wide.
"They have the Skrill?" she quietly asked herself. "How? How is it possible?!"
She heard additional roaring, a crash of lightning, perhaps some shouting, growling, and faint hissing. If she didn't know better she would have thought there was a battle taking place, but she knew there was not. A huge indication for her was the fact there were no explosions.
A short time later, she heard laughing and gleeful singing. Perhaps her ears were deceiving her, but she thought one of the voices sounded like Tuffnut.
After more than a half-hour of laughs and songs, she heard a door open and close. She held her breath, hoping that it wasn't Dagur or Alvin. She could finally breathe easier when she saw that it was, indeed, Tuffnut she heard earlier because he was walking right by her cell.
"Tuffnut," she spoke, getting his attention.
He turned to the cell she was locked in with a shocked look on his face, "Helene?! What are you doing here?"
"What are you doing here?" she asked, crossing her arms. "That's the real question."
"I'm undercover," he told her privately. He snickered, "Yep. I'm under the covers and here to find out what they're up to. I'll be out before they know it. Gone like a whisper."
She just looked at him with a blank and unamused face as he acted out, as he usually does, until he was finally finished. "Done yet?"
"Yes. Now, how the hell did you get here?" he asked.
"Dagur caught me and took me here," she answered.
"That's, that's rough," he commented, not knowing what else to say.
"Alvin said that he wanted to talk to me at some point," she mentioned. "We'll see what happens next."
"Here," he took out a burly cake from his tunic and gave it to her through the bars.
She took the morsel gratefully, "Thank you, Tuff."
"No problem," he replied. He was about to leave, but stopped himself and took out something else, "You know what? Here, you can have these, too." He handed her a couple of yak ribs, which she took.
"Thanks. You better get out of here before they start to notice how long you were gone," she advised.
"Right, yeah, got it." He ran off in the direction he came from, leaving her alone again.
She sat with her legs crossed as she tore off small pieces of the burly cake and ate them. It was surprisingly much better than she thought it would be. She never ate Outcast food before, but they were surprisingly very cooks, at least in her opinion.
She hadn't eaten anything since leaving Berk the other day, just hours before they found the Skrill in the ice, and she wasn't sure how long she had been unconscious after the battle with the Skrill, she was hungry. Although, she was almost too upset and nervous to eat anything at all, but the growl in her stomach told her to do so anyway.
Eventually, she set the burly cake down, it was halfway done, but she wasn't putting it down because she was full, she was moving on to the yak ribs Tuffnut gave her. Ordinarily, she would wait awhile before eating so much, but her stomach was far from satisfied, as proven by the slightly sour grumble she felt.
She started to rip off small strips of meat, causing a rather crispy tearing sound, due to the slightly dry meat. That sound hit the ears of the Whispering Death across from her, she eyed the meat in her hand and hissed hungrily.
She frowned, she had no idea when the last time she ate was, but she had to figure it had probably been some time, especially since it sounded like the Outcasts and the Berserkers were having a feast. With a sad sigh, she went up to the bars and threw the meat as far as she could.
It landed in front of the Whispering Death's cage and she used her tail to bring it to her so that she could eat it. She tore off another strip and tossed it to her, she used the same method to bring the meat to her.
The spiked dragon looked at her with soft eyes, eyes she never thought she would ever see from a Whispering Death. She smiled and gripped her cell bars, she closed her eyes and brought her snout to the bars of hers.
Helene took several steps back from the bars, stunned. Had she been able to train a Whispering Death? A dragon that could rip through solid rock and turn anything in its path into nothing in seconds!
While she was certainly in shock, she was also very confused as well. Dragons typically bond well with people who have similar personalities to their own; Whispering Deaths were highly aggressive and territorial, they also tend to be more solitary than social. That didn't fit her personality in the slightest, at least she didn't think it did.
Maybe she was simply sympathetic because she was locked up just as she was. Or maybe she could sense something within her that she didn't even know about, something that if she knew what it was, she may not be able to be without, as hard as it may be to think or mentally and emotionally admit.
She started eating again, but could only muster a few bites before she put them aside. She laid down and closed her eyes, but it was unlikely she would be able to relax and rest.
She wasn't sure how long she had been locked up before the cell opened. She looked up and expected to see Alvin or even Savage, but instead she saw Dagur.
"Get up!" he demanded.
She sat up and stood up from the ground, glaring at him. One of his soldiers clamped the cuffs from earlier on her wrists again.
"Are we going to see Alvin?" she asked in a slightly sluggish and sarcastic manner.
"Just the opposite, we're leaving!" He grabbed onto the chains of her cuffs and pulled her out.
She stumbled slightly, her head facing the ground for a moment before she looked up. When she did, she discovered that they weren't just breaking her out, but had taken the Skrill as well. He had a muzzle over his snout, preventing him from firing lightning or biting them.
"What the hell are you doing, Dagur?" she sneered as he closed the cell she was just taken out of.
He turned to her and stood brooding before her, "Like I said before, I have no use for you, I don't care what happens to you, your friends on the other hand? What do you think they'll do for you if it means watching as everything they care about burns to the ground?"
She could see the twisted zeal in his eyes and hid her gradual fear by glaring at him, "They will find a way to take you down, you son of a bitch!"
He snarled and slapped her, with enough force that her back collided with the cage of the Whispering Death. She hissed and roared at him in anger, she struggled against the chains that bound her and started biting the bars.
The Skrill growled, but there was nothing else it could do. With the muzzle over his face and the confined space they were in - an underground prison with bars made of conductive metals - anything he did would likely kill all of them.
Dagur banged his sword against the cage, "Quiet!" The Whispering Death hissed again, but backed down.
He grabbed onto her chains again and started to walk away, forcing her to follow, she dropped what was left of the food Tuffnut gave her for the Whispering Death. He took her and the Skrill back to the docks and onto the deck of his ship.
Once on the deck, he turned to her and forced her against the ship's mast, causing her grunt in pain, the Skrill growled when it saw him do that. While she was bound to the mast by his strength, a couple of Berserkers used ropes to tie her to it. When the entire length of the rope was around her and the mast, her cuffs were removed, no longer needed now that she was unable to move.
He had his soldiers chain the Skrill, but made sure it had enough freedom to walk without restraint. He had them put a harness on it before they finally removed the muzzle.
The Skrill tried to fly up in order to fire down on them, but the chains kept him from flying too high. It pained Helene to see him struggle for his freedom, but there was nothing she could do about it, not in her current situation.
"Set sail!" Dagur commanded. "We're headed to Berk!"
The ship began to drift away from the dock and the sail was released at the slight gust of wind. When it was, the Skrill was completely concealed from sight, no one but the people on that ship knew it was there.
Before they could get too far from Outcast Island, an Outcast ship blocked them. It wasn't just any ship, it was Alvin, and he did not look happy Dagur was taking the prisoner or the Skrill.
"Where do you think you're going?" Alvin sneered.
"I go where I want, Alvin," he responded.
"Not with our Skrill or my daughter, you don't," he affirmed.
'Daughter?' Helene mentally repeated, confused. 'Who is he talking about?'
"We had a deal, Dagur!" he growled.
"Yeah, about that deal…" He uses his sword to cut the ropes of the sail, revealing the Skrill. "I just changed the terms."
He gritted his teeth and growled viciously, unsheathing his sword. He leapt onto Dagur's ship and jumped him, swinging his weapon.
"I'll tear you to pieces!" he shouted.
He fell onto the deck, he sat up and wiped his mouth, "You'll try."
He stood up and took out his axe, he confronted him with it, but Alvin blocked him. They held each other's ground for a time, before Dagur fell back again, but he quickly got back up.
"Give me back my Skrill!" Alvin yelled as he charged him again.
"It was never your Skrill, Alvin," Dagur swung his axe, knocking him back. "It's our! It's always been ours!"
If Helene wasn't in her current situation, she would most likely be more or less indifferent towards this battle. It wouldn't have been her problem or any of the other riders for that matter, of course that's assuming it's a scenario where they weren't fighting over the Skrill. However, that was not the case, she was there and this was her problem.
As she watched this, she suddenly found herself mentally cheering for Alvin in the back of her mind. Alvin was in no way salvation, but she would take treacherous over deranged any day of the year.
Alvin eventually managed to disarm Dagur, she cracked a slight smile when he did. He continued to swing his sword at him, but he kept managing to dodge each attack.
"You can't run forever, boy!" he yelled.
Dagur was able to avoid more attacks and managed to grab onto the ropes that hung from the harness on the Skrill. "Oh, I think it's time you did some running!"
He yanked on the ropes and the Skrill drew in lightning from the clouds above in reaction to this. Once fully charged, he fired down at Alvin, who jumped out of the way.
He tugged on the ropes again and the Skrill fired down on him again, only for him to somehow dodge each attack. With each additional tug came another attack, but Alvin was somehow able to avoid each and every one.
Eventually, he was backed into the side of the ship, where there was no room to avoid more attacks. Realizing that he had no other option, he jumped overboard into the water.
"Tired of running? Wanna try swimming? That won't work either!" Dagur laughed as he made the Skrill fire into the water, just as Alvin swam under. The result caused the water in that one specific area to erupt like some sort of geyser, there was no way he could have survived. "Well, that takes care of that."
Helene couldn't believe this, she could have screamed, but she was dead-silent. She just couldn't believe what she had just seen happen right before her. It was like something that could read straight out of a gospel.
Savage and the other Outcasts jumped onto the deck with their weapons draw, ready for battle. As if sensing they were closing in on him, Dagur turned around to face them.
He could have destroyed them then and there, but had something else in mind for them. "Savage, I have a one time offer for you and your men. Join me, or you can join Alvin. Your choice."
They all looked warily down at the water and saw the dead fish rising in the boiling and steaming water. Then, they looked at Dagur as electricity from the Skrill flower down into the ropes, making it appear as if he was holding lightning bolts in both hands, giving him a more menacing and threatening appearance with the air of almost something godly and unholy.
The decision was not a difficult one. All of them dropped their weapons.
"All hail the High Berserker Chief, Dagur the Deranged!" Savage proclaimed.
He nodded with a smirk, "That's what I thought. Prepare to set sail for Berk!"
All of the ships were taken back to the docks in order to gather together all of the remaining Outcasts. While most were upset over what happened to Alvin, Dagur demonstrated what would become of them with one unfortunate Outcast, who was barely alive afterwards.
Once everything was ready to go, Savage went up to Dagur with a salute, "The fleet is ready to sail to Berk, sir!"
He smirked, contented, "Excellent. Now that this whole Alvin thing is behind us, we can lure Hiccup and his Night Fury into battle!"
"Why wait?" a voice suddenly called out, it was Hiccup. "I'm right here, Dagur. Me and my Night Fury."
Helene smiled, relieved, "Hiccup."
Dagur sneered, angered, "Hiccup."
"I thought we could settle this like real vikings, just you and me," he declared.
He grunts in frustration, his anger ready to explode like an erupting volcano. Savage tried to stop him, "Sir, don't let him bait you. We have the advantage in numbers-" He failed when he was elbowed in the face and knocked to the ground. Helena snickered when she saw that.
He ran back onto his ship for the Skrill, practically jumping as he gripped the ropes. "Me and my Skrill against you and your Night Fury?" The Skrill roared at them. "I like those odds."
He yanked on the ropes and forced the Skrill to fire at Hiccup and Toothless multiple times, but they managed to avoid each one. Toothless fired two plasma blasts and the Skrill fired twice in order to cancel them out.
After that, Hiccup and Toothless flew away, daring him to follow. Dagur chuckled and tugged on the ropes, angering the Skrill, it started to fly away from the ship with Dagur in tow. He directed the dragon by roughly pulling on ropes, while at the same time making it fire at them multiple times.
With them gone, Helene started to struggle against the ropes around her, trying to loosen them and free herself. Then, the ropes suddenly fell to her ankles, she was free.
She looked to her side and saw who freed her, it was Smog, her dearest friend and precious dragon. She's never been so happy to see him, it was as if the gods themselves sent him to save her.
He chirped and smiled when he saw her and she embraced him, "Oh, thank the gods, I never thought I'd ever see you again!"
"As much as I love a happy reunion, think you could speed this up?" Ruffnut called out as she and Tuffnut appeared above her on their dragon.
"Ruff! Tuff! Never thought I'd ever hear myself say this, but I am glad to see you two!" she smiled.
Smog latched onto the back of her tunic and lifted her up to the twins and Barf and Belch. He set her in between their two heads and sat down next to her. They flew upwards, above the vast number of ships below.
"Let's go find Hiccup," she uttered.
"Okay, but first…" Tuffnut looked down at the Berserker and Outcast ships. "Ruff, gas me!"
"With pleasure, brother!" She pulled back on Barf's horns slightly and gas was released down on the fleet.
"Yeah!" Tuffnut had Belch ignite the gas and all of the ships were caught in the explosion.
With that done, they went off in search of Hiccup and Toothless before it was too late. Eventually, they found Dagur, he was lying on the ground, seizing as electrical surges went through his body, without the Skrill.
Bright blue lights could be faintly seen in the distance, coming from due north of Outcast Island. If Helene's memory was right, that was in the direction of the island where the Skrill was found.
She gasped, "Oh, no. We have to follow the Skrill's lightning!"
They flew after Hiccup, Toothless, and the Skrill, she wanted to stop both him and them from doing something that would most surely haunt their conscience. Unfortunately, a Hideous Zippleback was nowhere near as quick as a Night Fury, they arrived just as Hiccup and Toothless flew out of a crevasse.
"Helene! You're alright!" he beamed.
"I am now, thanks to this guy," she scratched Smog on the head. She got up from Barf and Belch and jumped down onto Toothless' back.
"I'm glad you're okay," he looked back at the crevasse, "but now it's time to seal it back up."
She frowned, "Do you have to?"
"Yes," he answered, "to make sure that Dagur never gets his hands on it."
Toothless was about to fire a plasma blast, but then Tuffnut interjected, "Hey, what are we, chopped liver? Why should you have all the fun?"
"Yeah, this job was made for us!" Ruffnut added.
They flew along the length of the crevasse and Barf released gas, Belch ignited it once the gas filled it. There was an explosion and it quickly filled up with water.
Helene frowned again and took out the fish she put into Toothless' saddlebag. She threw the fish into the water and watched it sink as the water froze, once again trapping the Skrill.
"Guys," Hiccup started, patting Toothless on the side of his face, "let's go home."
It was dark by the time they finally made it back home to Berk. All were tired and nearly fell asleep in the air more than once, including their dragons. After the past couple of days they had to endure, a good night's sleep was the least they all deserved.
The twins were practically asleep on their dragon when they went home. Hiccup said goodnight to Helene and Smog and he and Toothless went home. He made a comment about his father organizing an entire search party if he didn't return home soon.
By the time she and Smog got home, there was a bowl of soup on the table with a note next to it. It was a note from Astrid, it read:
"If you're back and safe, Helene, I'm glad you're alright, I missed you and so did my parents and our dragons."
She laughed and shook her head at the part that said Stormfly howled for hours after returning home after the first day of searching. She continued to read more of the note.
"My Mom made a bowl of pea and mutton soup for you. I hope you can enjoy it when you come home. I can't wait for us to get back in the air together and I hope we can soon."
She smiled softly as she finished the note and set it down on the table. She sat down herself to eat the soup with Smog sitting on the table.
She started to eat her food, but took only two or three bites before she stopped. The food was good, but it was cold and she didn't want Smog to heat it up because the bowl was made out of wood.
She pushed the bowl to him, "Here, want the rest?"
He stood up on the table and began to eat it, he hardly ate anything since she was captured by Dagur. He stopped eating and there was still some soup left in the bowl, not much but enough to be saved.
She stood up and picked up the bowl, "What do you say we give the rest of it to Twirl?" He squawked in response to her question.
She smiled and went to her bedroom, opening the door. Just as she was about to step inside, she gasped and dropped the bowl in shock, spilling the soup all over the floor.
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(A/N: Whew! That was a lot of work, let me tell you. This was long, but at least not as much as the previous one. But I hope everyone found this to be enjoyable.
This was definitely one of my darker chapters and it most definitely deserves the T rating. If there was any more I'd have to bump it up to an M rating, but fortunately I don't have to.
I really hope everyone stays for the next chapter to find out what Helene saw. Although I'm sure you already have an idea in mind, especially if you read chapter twelve (*hint, hint*). Until that happens, stay safe.)