Disclaimer: Forgot this before for two chapters. You guys know what is and
isn't mine.
A/N: All right, does anyone know how to make my font on ff.net change color/size/face? I need it for another ficcy and I don't know how to change the font beyond italics and bolding.
Dawn watched as the door to her new room on the second floor swung open. She turned her head from the now invisible wall to the person now entering her room. There had been naught but food coming to her through that door, which now brought her Krana and Calar. She waited patiently as they entered, almost excited to hear their newest plot to make her comply to their will and make her help them in their murders.
"We have a visitor for you downstairs," Calar announced with a cruel grin. "She might just live if you do what we ask."
Dawn looked at them skeptically. "She's resting downstairs in the room below you if you don't believe us. That little trick of yours should be able to let you see her," Krana added with a sneer.
Dawn made a small bit of the floor fade away so that she could see below to a room with a familiar female figure laying peacefully on a cot. "Lady Sandry," she gasped in recognition, looking carefully to see that she was breathing very softly, but seemed to be quite far from consciousness. A bandage encircled one of her arms was quite red, fading into a darker crimson. She turned enraged eyes onto her captors. "How do I even-"
"You either do it or the stitch witch dies!" Krana snapped. "We're generous people, so we're giving you three days to decide. Say no and we'll go and get another one."
"Can she even wake up now?" Dawn asked, her eyes now blazing with anger.
Krana made a vague gesture to the invisible portion of the floor. A man came out from a shaded corner of the room. He looked much like a random homeless man they brought off of the street to do their bidding. He took something from Sandry's hand and Sandry began to immediately stir. The man smacked her across the cheek to fully awaken her.
Sandry shot straight up, hand clapping to her sore cheek and looking around to try and orient herself to her new surroundings. Last thing she remembered was facing a woman Dawn's house and being incredibly tired, but now she felt more powerful than before and was fully alert. She spotted the man behind her and immediately labeled him as an enemy, beginning to cocoon him within the threads of his own clothing.
She had only just begun when another hand clapped over her mouth holding another piece of cloth. The scent of it wafted into her nose, instantly making the room spin into darkness. She was out before her head gently landed back on the pillow.
Dawn watched speechlessly above, her face mirroring both her relief and her horror at the scene below as Sandry was awoken, only to be overpowered by another person who she did not notice before. It was a cheap trick, though Dawn had to admit that she could see the bad-guy logic in the event.
"You have three days to decide," Calar reminded her eerily as he left with Krana on his arm. "after that we'll kill her, maybe even let you watch. Then we can just find someone else. Too bad that boy, Pasco, is already dead thanks to you. Perhaps the infamous Yazmìn Hebet would like to service us in this."
The door clanged shut, the sound of wood on wood echoing in the small room. Dawn put her head to her knees and let out all of the tears she had been holding back since this entire ordeal had begun.
A/N: All right, does anyone know how to make my font on ff.net change color/size/face? I need it for another ficcy and I don't know how to change the font beyond italics and bolding.
Dawn watched as the door to her new room on the second floor swung open. She turned her head from the now invisible wall to the person now entering her room. There had been naught but food coming to her through that door, which now brought her Krana and Calar. She waited patiently as they entered, almost excited to hear their newest plot to make her comply to their will and make her help them in their murders.
"We have a visitor for you downstairs," Calar announced with a cruel grin. "She might just live if you do what we ask."
Dawn looked at them skeptically. "She's resting downstairs in the room below you if you don't believe us. That little trick of yours should be able to let you see her," Krana added with a sneer.
Dawn made a small bit of the floor fade away so that she could see below to a room with a familiar female figure laying peacefully on a cot. "Lady Sandry," she gasped in recognition, looking carefully to see that she was breathing very softly, but seemed to be quite far from consciousness. A bandage encircled one of her arms was quite red, fading into a darker crimson. She turned enraged eyes onto her captors. "How do I even-"
"You either do it or the stitch witch dies!" Krana snapped. "We're generous people, so we're giving you three days to decide. Say no and we'll go and get another one."
"Can she even wake up now?" Dawn asked, her eyes now blazing with anger.
Krana made a vague gesture to the invisible portion of the floor. A man came out from a shaded corner of the room. He looked much like a random homeless man they brought off of the street to do their bidding. He took something from Sandry's hand and Sandry began to immediately stir. The man smacked her across the cheek to fully awaken her.
Sandry shot straight up, hand clapping to her sore cheek and looking around to try and orient herself to her new surroundings. Last thing she remembered was facing a woman Dawn's house and being incredibly tired, but now she felt more powerful than before and was fully alert. She spotted the man behind her and immediately labeled him as an enemy, beginning to cocoon him within the threads of his own clothing.
She had only just begun when another hand clapped over her mouth holding another piece of cloth. The scent of it wafted into her nose, instantly making the room spin into darkness. She was out before her head gently landed back on the pillow.
Dawn watched speechlessly above, her face mirroring both her relief and her horror at the scene below as Sandry was awoken, only to be overpowered by another person who she did not notice before. It was a cheap trick, though Dawn had to admit that she could see the bad-guy logic in the event.
"You have three days to decide," Calar reminded her eerily as he left with Krana on his arm. "after that we'll kill her, maybe even let you watch. Then we can just find someone else. Too bad that boy, Pasco, is already dead thanks to you. Perhaps the infamous Yazmìn Hebet would like to service us in this."
The door clanged shut, the sound of wood on wood echoing in the small room. Dawn put her head to her knees and let out all of the tears she had been holding back since this entire ordeal had begun.
