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Notes: italics are thoughts
<< italics >> are flashbacks
[ italics ] are dream sequences
Third chapter! Once again, done very quickly, and is very short. Sorry, but there's been technical difficulties with my muse...
L'il dragon muse: ::is squished under a giant Writer's Block:: x.x
Oi...^^;;;
She was cold. It continued to pour and she had to abandon her temporary haven. Trudging aimlessly down an unknown street, she slipped her hands into the pouch on her hooded shirt. Her hands had stopped bleeding some time ago. She couldn't remember. All that was left were two thin pale lines on the backside of each hand from where the cuts were.
Her fingers touched something. Withdrawing it from her pouch, she paused to examine it. The fox. She had forgotten about it.
It was a beautiful thing. A green color with tints of white and twin ruby eyes. Delicate cuts were made in the stone to produce fur. Its head was held high, and the tail straight, as if ready to stand up against anything that would threaten it.
Her clothes were sodden and plastered against her thin frame. Her traitorous eyes that showed her fear for the entire world to see while trying to hide behind the strands of hair that were heavy with water. She was weak. And the motionless figurine knew that.
And it taunted her.
A growl from her stomach reminded her that she hadn't eaten since...well she didn't remember the last time she ate. But she needed food now. And there was only one way to get it.
Crawford frowned. How it happened, he wasn't sure. And what to do now?
"How could a girl have gotten pass our defenses?"
"I don't know," Schuldich grinned, "But she did. And probably would have gotten away with it too, had it not been that Junior here had to go potty."
Nagi protested, "Don't call me that!"
"Hm," Crawford looked at the unconscious figure. "And you say she fought back when you both tried to capture her?"
"Yes. She was very quick and agile." Nagi volunteered. "Not to mention good fighting skills. Some kind of martial art, I think."
Crawford looked at the redhead for his insight.
"Her mind..." Schuldich paused, "It was very elusive. Very hard to get a hold of."
"Hm," Crawford looked at their victim again. "Put her in the basement with Farfarello."
Both boys looked shocked.
"Are you sure?" Schuldich asked.
"Yes," He replied sternly, "There are some things I want know about our...guest."
He was surprised, truly surprised. Never would he have dreamed this would happen. Something has to be wrong. No way would God have let this happen. No way.
She was sprawled on the floor where Schuldich and Nagi had left her, water trickling down her face. Her hair fanned around her, almost like a halo. She glowed under the thin ray of light coming from the tiny window of the basement, his cell.
He grinned. He could still see the thin cuts along her hands, and the one on her arm was probably still there too. And those where only the beginning. No matter the improbability of her falling right into his hands. All that concerned him was that she was here. And as soon as he got out of his bonds, she would be at his mercy. Yes...
His grin grew wider and his eye lit up.
Soon, my angel...soon...
What do you think? Probably no good...
And don't worry, I will eventually get to her name!
~ Silver Fox ~
