Virginia wiped away the rest of her remaining tears. She kept reminding herself that she had to be strong, she couldn't lose hope, but her thread of hope was becoming thinner and weaker. She wasn't sure how she would be able to get out of there before they would do anything to her, or her baby.
The previous night she had noticed the full moon and immediately thought of Wolf. She never wanted to believe Ann's words about his death, but every moment that passed and he did not come to her rescue, like he had in the past, she grew weary. The way Ann had sung that song as she left sent chills down her spine. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. But, as much as she tried to talk herself into it, the more she fell victim to Ann's claim.
Virginia felt that more time had passed than it actually had, her time was completely out of order and she didn't even know how many days had passed since they brought her there. Most of the time she sat, her legs drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She hadn't seen the Trolls or Ann since they paid her their last visit, and frankly, Virginia was happy that they were out of her way.
It was incredibly frustrating to sit in there. No one to talk to, nothing to do, and placed in the hands of a crazy shepherdess bent on revenge from her spoiled sister's death. Virginia wanted to scream. She wanted to rip her hair out and knock some sense into Ann. The bottled emotions she held in her were coming out. Again, the tears began to fall. She blamed it on the pregnancy, but deep down, she knew that it was too overwhelming.
Hours passed and still there was no sign of anyone. The same dripping of water down the corridor was giving her a headache and the hunger she felt in her stomach made it worse. Wringing her hands, Virginia stood up and looked outside through the iron bars.
This place seemed centuries old, maybe she would be lucky enough to have weak bars. She went over to the small cot in the corner of her cell. Not knowing what had previously been on it, she herself didn't really like the idea of sleeping there. It smelled terrible and the mattress was stained and torn.
She placed her hands under the main frame of the cot and gently began to slide it towards the window. A loud, ear piercing screech bounced off the walls as the corner legs scraped across the concrete. Virginia winced and instinctively dropped the bed, only resulting in a dull thud that joined the scrachings in an echo.
"Nice going, Virginia." She quietly scolded herself.
The cot didn't seem that heavy, cheap piece of metal was all that it was really. She had to lift it, she decided. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it out quickly, she lifted the same side once again and rested it on her thigh. Stretching her arms out, she picked up the other side and balanced herself out. She shifted her weight and finally had the sides evenly held in her hands. She quietly and carefully made her way to the window.
She gently put the cot on the floor and barely made a noise. Satisfied, Virginia licked her lips and stepped onto the couch. It creaked, much to her dismay, but only a little. She balanced herself on the mattress and reached for the bars. When her hands touched them, she felt relief. Warmed from the sun, the black bars were a soothing touch compared to the cold and empty cell.
Freedom. She never realized how great being outside actually was. She couldn't believe Wolf had spent so much time in Snow White Memorial Prison, it must've drove him crazy. Just the quick thought of Wolf made her eyes water once more. She removed her hand from the bar and quickly brushed the tears away.
"Now's not the time Virginia!" She thought as she put her hand back on the bar. Just four bars blocked her from the freedom she longed for, the safety and the comfort. Her adrenaline was pumping and her heart was racing. She could do this, she knew it. At the closer view she now had, she realized that the bars were really rusted and worn. Not to mention how thin they actually were. Were they expecting her to escape or something?
She smiled despite her current surroundings, there was hope, she could do it. She took another deep breath and pulled. Her muscles strained and tightened, a small groan escaped her throat as she clenched her fists around the bars harder. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they actually began to bend!
She broke her grasp and caught her breath. She shook her hands out and cracked her knuckles, determined to get out of there. She took the iron bars in her hands again and pulled. She summoned all her strength to separating the bars, and it seemed to be working. Only a little bit more and she knew she could squeeze through. She arms were shaking and her knuckles had turned white.
Suddenly she heard the worst noise imaginable. Foot steps. They were coming her way. Again, the horrid rhythm echoed in her mind. One. Two. One. Two.
"No! Damn it!" She muttered out loud. The steps didn't belong to a Troll, they were more defined and somewhat cultured, and very womanly. Ann was coming. Virginia mumbled a few choice curse words and began to pull again. Time was a precious thing she didn't have, the footsteps were coming closer.
The iron creaked as she yanked at them with all her might. Her forehead glistened with sweat in the warm sunlight that streaked across her face. Her heart was pumping viciously in her chest and she could feel her arms began to tremble, not from being overworked, but from fear.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ann's bittersweet voice sounded from behind Virginia in surprise. Damn! She was out of time.
Virginia glanced at Ann who watched her from behind the door. Surprisingly, she noticed Ann wasn't opening her cell, which meant one thing. She didn't have the keys! Feeling another wave of hope flood over her, she ignored Ann and pulled once more at the bars.
"Stop that!" Ann commanded from behind her. Again, Virginia ignored her powerless demand. The bars bent further and further. Just a little more. "Burly!" Ann shouted down the corridor.
Virginia's breathing was ragged and her legs shook from under her. This was her only chance, she had to make it work. Hoping she had separated the bars enough, she took the chance and stuck her arms out the cell.
She grabbed onto the grass. So warm and lush, soft and comforting, it was what she longed for. She dug her hands into the dirt and pulled herself up through the window. She heard shouting from behind her, but blocked it all out. She could smell the fresh air and felt the sunlight as the rays washed over her.
"I made it!" She thought happily as she pulled herself through. She turned over and faced the cell again as she brought her legs up. Her left leg was caught on a stray nail by her sock. She yanked on it roughly and pulled it through the opening.
She stood up and turned around to her freedom, only to be extremely disappointed. In front of her, Burly, Bluebell and Blabberwart all stood, their slingshots aimed at her. Each one loaded with a large amount of pink powder.
"No." She thought dimly as she shook her head in denial. Her hopes had gone out like a flame in a bitter wind. Everything was over. She heard the triumphant calls from Ann who was quickly approaching. She turned her attention to her and felt nothing but rage and hate.
"You're going to pay for that." Ann stated harshly as she came closer.
Virginia felt something snap in her. She took off for Ann, determined to kill her, to make her pay for what she had done and was going to do. A hard thump hit her back, like someone had punched her. She tried to continue on, but multiple shots hit her and forced her down. The last thing she felt was her body fall against the warm grass, which she had terribly longed for, feeling it could be the last time she'd ever see it.
The previous night she had noticed the full moon and immediately thought of Wolf. She never wanted to believe Ann's words about his death, but every moment that passed and he did not come to her rescue, like he had in the past, she grew weary. The way Ann had sung that song as she left sent chills down her spine. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. But, as much as she tried to talk herself into it, the more she fell victim to Ann's claim.
Virginia felt that more time had passed than it actually had, her time was completely out of order and she didn't even know how many days had passed since they brought her there. Most of the time she sat, her legs drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them. She hadn't seen the Trolls or Ann since they paid her their last visit, and frankly, Virginia was happy that they were out of her way.
It was incredibly frustrating to sit in there. No one to talk to, nothing to do, and placed in the hands of a crazy shepherdess bent on revenge from her spoiled sister's death. Virginia wanted to scream. She wanted to rip her hair out and knock some sense into Ann. The bottled emotions she held in her were coming out. Again, the tears began to fall. She blamed it on the pregnancy, but deep down, she knew that it was too overwhelming.
Hours passed and still there was no sign of anyone. The same dripping of water down the corridor was giving her a headache and the hunger she felt in her stomach made it worse. Wringing her hands, Virginia stood up and looked outside through the iron bars.
This place seemed centuries old, maybe she would be lucky enough to have weak bars. She went over to the small cot in the corner of her cell. Not knowing what had previously been on it, she herself didn't really like the idea of sleeping there. It smelled terrible and the mattress was stained and torn.
She placed her hands under the main frame of the cot and gently began to slide it towards the window. A loud, ear piercing screech bounced off the walls as the corner legs scraped across the concrete. Virginia winced and instinctively dropped the bed, only resulting in a dull thud that joined the scrachings in an echo.
"Nice going, Virginia." She quietly scolded herself.
The cot didn't seem that heavy, cheap piece of metal was all that it was really. She had to lift it, she decided. Taking a deep breath and exhaling it out quickly, she lifted the same side once again and rested it on her thigh. Stretching her arms out, she picked up the other side and balanced herself out. She shifted her weight and finally had the sides evenly held in her hands. She quietly and carefully made her way to the window.
She gently put the cot on the floor and barely made a noise. Satisfied, Virginia licked her lips and stepped onto the couch. It creaked, much to her dismay, but only a little. She balanced herself on the mattress and reached for the bars. When her hands touched them, she felt relief. Warmed from the sun, the black bars were a soothing touch compared to the cold and empty cell.
Freedom. She never realized how great being outside actually was. She couldn't believe Wolf had spent so much time in Snow White Memorial Prison, it must've drove him crazy. Just the quick thought of Wolf made her eyes water once more. She removed her hand from the bar and quickly brushed the tears away.
"Now's not the time Virginia!" She thought as she put her hand back on the bar. Just four bars blocked her from the freedom she longed for, the safety and the comfort. Her adrenaline was pumping and her heart was racing. She could do this, she knew it. At the closer view she now had, she realized that the bars were really rusted and worn. Not to mention how thin they actually were. Were they expecting her to escape or something?
She smiled despite her current surroundings, there was hope, she could do it. She took another deep breath and pulled. Her muscles strained and tightened, a small groan escaped her throat as she clenched her fists around the bars harder. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, they actually began to bend!
She broke her grasp and caught her breath. She shook her hands out and cracked her knuckles, determined to get out of there. She took the iron bars in her hands again and pulled. She summoned all her strength to separating the bars, and it seemed to be working. Only a little bit more and she knew she could squeeze through. She arms were shaking and her knuckles had turned white.
Suddenly she heard the worst noise imaginable. Foot steps. They were coming her way. Again, the horrid rhythm echoed in her mind. One. Two. One. Two.
"No! Damn it!" She muttered out loud. The steps didn't belong to a Troll, they were more defined and somewhat cultured, and very womanly. Ann was coming. Virginia mumbled a few choice curse words and began to pull again. Time was a precious thing she didn't have, the footsteps were coming closer.
The iron creaked as she yanked at them with all her might. Her forehead glistened with sweat in the warm sunlight that streaked across her face. Her heart was pumping viciously in her chest and she could feel her arms began to tremble, not from being overworked, but from fear.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ann's bittersweet voice sounded from behind Virginia in surprise. Damn! She was out of time.
Virginia glanced at Ann who watched her from behind the door. Surprisingly, she noticed Ann wasn't opening her cell, which meant one thing. She didn't have the keys! Feeling another wave of hope flood over her, she ignored Ann and pulled once more at the bars.
"Stop that!" Ann commanded from behind her. Again, Virginia ignored her powerless demand. The bars bent further and further. Just a little more. "Burly!" Ann shouted down the corridor.
Virginia's breathing was ragged and her legs shook from under her. This was her only chance, she had to make it work. Hoping she had separated the bars enough, she took the chance and stuck her arms out the cell.
She grabbed onto the grass. So warm and lush, soft and comforting, it was what she longed for. She dug her hands into the dirt and pulled herself up through the window. She heard shouting from behind her, but blocked it all out. She could smell the fresh air and felt the sunlight as the rays washed over her.
"I made it!" She thought happily as she pulled herself through. She turned over and faced the cell again as she brought her legs up. Her left leg was caught on a stray nail by her sock. She yanked on it roughly and pulled it through the opening.
She stood up and turned around to her freedom, only to be extremely disappointed. In front of her, Burly, Bluebell and Blabberwart all stood, their slingshots aimed at her. Each one loaded with a large amount of pink powder.
"No." She thought dimly as she shook her head in denial. Her hopes had gone out like a flame in a bitter wind. Everything was over. She heard the triumphant calls from Ann who was quickly approaching. She turned her attention to her and felt nothing but rage and hate.
"You're going to pay for that." Ann stated harshly as she came closer.
Virginia felt something snap in her. She took off for Ann, determined to kill her, to make her pay for what she had done and was going to do. A hard thump hit her back, like someone had punched her. She tried to continue on, but multiple shots hit her and forced her down. The last thing she felt was her body fall against the warm grass, which she had terribly longed for, feeling it could be the last time she'd ever see it.