Disclaimer: Never did get those stinkin' copy rite papers…
A/N: I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LAST CHAPTER!!! THE GRAMMAR SUCKED!!! NEVER LET ME WRITE ANYTHING AT TWO IN THE MORNING AGAIN!!! Well…now that THAT'S over…on with the story…
Time: Chains
"Owie," Holly mumbled as she woke up. Trying to sit, she found her hands and feet in shackles. She was chained to the floor. A rat ran past her, only to eat a very large spider. Holly screamed, then congratulated the rat. She hated bugs.
"You are awake," an intimidating voice said from in front of her. The woman seized up. This was not fun. Slowly, she struggled to lift her head up. A man in a "dress" with a very long beard stepped out from the shadows. Now, Holly had been tormented and captured plenty of times. This was nothing new…except for the chained-to-the-floor thing. She was perfectly relaxed.
"Hello," she said. The man before her glared at her.
"I have healed your wounds. Now you must answer questions," he said. Holly yawned. This whole torture thing was old. She stared at him, almost amused. He seemed so powerful, but not. He was disturbed…she could see that. Under someone else's thumb. When she served, not only did Holly do a lot of spying with Rachel as her right wing, but she was also the lie detector. Taking psychology in college was a good thing.
"Your name?" he inquired. Holly tilted her head to the side.
"My name is Bob. Now, let me ask you a question. Where the hell am I?!" Holly joked…kind of. A very large and creepy…umm…well, it was crawling towards her.
"Bob. That is not your name," the man said after much thought. Holly laughed. A rock was digging into her spine and she moved a little bit to the left.
"Naw shit, Sherlock. Who are you? Oh wait! Let me guess! You're…umm…you're Saruman! Yeah! That's it! The one with the freaky finger nails!" Holly said. She was serious, but with a headache. The only thing she remembered about Saruman, other than the fact that he looked a lot Gandalf (what was it with old men and beards anyway?), was that he had really funky nails. She used to joke about them all the time. Got in trouble for it once or twice in the barracks too…
"I am Saruman," the wizard confirmed. "Now tell me who you are!"
His voice rumbled and a few rocks fell from the walls. Holly rolled her eyes. She hated when people yelled at her.
"Gee, I don't remember…I think I have a concussion. That's odd because I was just thrown around by your little Igor-look-alikes for the past three days!" Holly practically spat in his face. Saruman made the lights dim. He seemed to grow in size.
"Tell me now!" he yelled. Holly's chest pounded from the echo of his voice. She wasn't about to loose her nerves. It would take a lot more than that. She sat, not even paying attention to him, but thought aloud instead.
"You know, I always thought bad guys wore dresses. I guess you've confirmed that for me, Chief. Thanks a million! Now my life's complete!" Holly yelled dramatically.
"When I return I want answers!" Saruman yelled. His face was nearly purple and shaking in rage as Holly kept babbling about how he had saved her humanity by wearing a dress during his interrogation. He roared and glided out of the stone door, slamming it shut behind him.
"Well, he's no fun," Holly told herself. She sat, singing "It's a Small World After All." Soon, she put her hands into it was pretending to conduct a symphony. She even tapped her feet. Even though it was Middle- Earth, someone was always watching. Better drive them insane instead of yourself. Holly had memorized the entire song just for this purpose.
A rock shuffled in the corner and Holly snapped her head in that direction. Again, spying abilities ruled. A small creature lay in the corner. It was a dog…or a wolf…or something.
"Aw. Such a cute wittle puppy wuppy!" she shrieked. It whined. Holly noticed that it could barely walked. It was barely old enough to be away from its mother.
"Hey, where is your mother anyway?" Holly asked him as it approached. He was so cute! Then, she noticed the large, unmoving heap of fur in the corner. The mother was dead.
The pup began sucking on Holly's finger. It was hungry. She pushed her hip towards it and, eventually, it found her small, but plentiful supply of chocolate. The pup snarfed the milky substance down.
"I know it's bad for dogs, but work with whatcha got, right?" she said to him. He barked and wagged his tail. She could tell that he was at least half wolf. Beautiful black coat with a bushy tail and sharp, but tiny fangs. Holly also saw his eyes…light blue. He was adorable.
"A name, eh? Yes, you need one, don't you, hun? Umm…let's see. How about Mornie!"
The puppy barked again and Holly laughed. It curled up on her stomach and scratched his ears. Holly was laughing…tickled.
"Tickle bad! Tickle bad!" she screamed. The puppy looked at her and tilted his head. Holly knew that she still had one live friend left.
A/N: Okay, so I'm trying to get to one hundred reviews, which I don't think will be hard. BUT, if I get 110 in the next few chapters, I'll make a sequel. (I will anyway, but this is to motivate you guys… ^_^)
A/N: I AM SO SORRY ABOUT THE LAST CHAPTER!!! THE GRAMMAR SUCKED!!! NEVER LET ME WRITE ANYTHING AT TWO IN THE MORNING AGAIN!!! Well…now that THAT'S over…on with the story…
Time: Chains
"Owie," Holly mumbled as she woke up. Trying to sit, she found her hands and feet in shackles. She was chained to the floor. A rat ran past her, only to eat a very large spider. Holly screamed, then congratulated the rat. She hated bugs.
"You are awake," an intimidating voice said from in front of her. The woman seized up. This was not fun. Slowly, she struggled to lift her head up. A man in a "dress" with a very long beard stepped out from the shadows. Now, Holly had been tormented and captured plenty of times. This was nothing new…except for the chained-to-the-floor thing. She was perfectly relaxed.
"Hello," she said. The man before her glared at her.
"I have healed your wounds. Now you must answer questions," he said. Holly yawned. This whole torture thing was old. She stared at him, almost amused. He seemed so powerful, but not. He was disturbed…she could see that. Under someone else's thumb. When she served, not only did Holly do a lot of spying with Rachel as her right wing, but she was also the lie detector. Taking psychology in college was a good thing.
"Your name?" he inquired. Holly tilted her head to the side.
"My name is Bob. Now, let me ask you a question. Where the hell am I?!" Holly joked…kind of. A very large and creepy…umm…well, it was crawling towards her.
"Bob. That is not your name," the man said after much thought. Holly laughed. A rock was digging into her spine and she moved a little bit to the left.
"Naw shit, Sherlock. Who are you? Oh wait! Let me guess! You're…umm…you're Saruman! Yeah! That's it! The one with the freaky finger nails!" Holly said. She was serious, but with a headache. The only thing she remembered about Saruman, other than the fact that he looked a lot Gandalf (what was it with old men and beards anyway?), was that he had really funky nails. She used to joke about them all the time. Got in trouble for it once or twice in the barracks too…
"I am Saruman," the wizard confirmed. "Now tell me who you are!"
His voice rumbled and a few rocks fell from the walls. Holly rolled her eyes. She hated when people yelled at her.
"Gee, I don't remember…I think I have a concussion. That's odd because I was just thrown around by your little Igor-look-alikes for the past three days!" Holly practically spat in his face. Saruman made the lights dim. He seemed to grow in size.
"Tell me now!" he yelled. Holly's chest pounded from the echo of his voice. She wasn't about to loose her nerves. It would take a lot more than that. She sat, not even paying attention to him, but thought aloud instead.
"You know, I always thought bad guys wore dresses. I guess you've confirmed that for me, Chief. Thanks a million! Now my life's complete!" Holly yelled dramatically.
"When I return I want answers!" Saruman yelled. His face was nearly purple and shaking in rage as Holly kept babbling about how he had saved her humanity by wearing a dress during his interrogation. He roared and glided out of the stone door, slamming it shut behind him.
"Well, he's no fun," Holly told herself. She sat, singing "It's a Small World After All." Soon, she put her hands into it was pretending to conduct a symphony. She even tapped her feet. Even though it was Middle- Earth, someone was always watching. Better drive them insane instead of yourself. Holly had memorized the entire song just for this purpose.
A rock shuffled in the corner and Holly snapped her head in that direction. Again, spying abilities ruled. A small creature lay in the corner. It was a dog…or a wolf…or something.
"Aw. Such a cute wittle puppy wuppy!" she shrieked. It whined. Holly noticed that it could barely walked. It was barely old enough to be away from its mother.
"Hey, where is your mother anyway?" Holly asked him as it approached. He was so cute! Then, she noticed the large, unmoving heap of fur in the corner. The mother was dead.
The pup began sucking on Holly's finger. It was hungry. She pushed her hip towards it and, eventually, it found her small, but plentiful supply of chocolate. The pup snarfed the milky substance down.
"I know it's bad for dogs, but work with whatcha got, right?" she said to him. He barked and wagged his tail. She could tell that he was at least half wolf. Beautiful black coat with a bushy tail and sharp, but tiny fangs. Holly also saw his eyes…light blue. He was adorable.
"A name, eh? Yes, you need one, don't you, hun? Umm…let's see. How about Mornie!"
The puppy barked again and Holly laughed. It curled up on her stomach and scratched his ears. Holly was laughing…tickled.
"Tickle bad! Tickle bad!" she screamed. The puppy looked at her and tilted his head. Holly knew that she still had one live friend left.
A/N: Okay, so I'm trying to get to one hundred reviews, which I don't think will be hard. BUT, if I get 110 in the next few chapters, I'll make a sequel. (I will anyway, but this is to motivate you guys… ^_^)