Note- sorry for the long wait but here its chapter 18. Don't worry now that I have finished my main story I can now work on these ones. SO SORRY! Anyway I don't own anyone but me and Becky owns herself.
Chapter 18
Steph felt her body stiffen as she watched the solders from Taker's army walk underneath her. She was hiding up in a tree shadowed by leaves. She would be safe for a while that is until the dogs had her sent again. She felt her body let out a shiver. She was freezing and wet. When she was running away she used the river to help blur her scent from the hounds that were with the guards. She had cut her self open and allowed her blood to travel the water in hopes of eluding them. She held her breath as she watched them go by one after another. When she saw them head off from her she lowered her self on the branch and sat there. She tore off her sleeve and wrapped it around her wound.
She cursed at herself for not being more prepared. Then again she never thought of Becky being able to break free from her. Her teeth chattered as a strong wind blew hard against them causing her to curse again. She was in rags and filth. She was a complete wretch and looks as though she was rolling around in the dirt like some pig. Her eyes were burning and her stomach was empty. She hadn't had any decent food since she left the safe a comforting home of Rob. She wished she was there now, safe and warm in his embrace. She closed her eyes thinking of his cocky smile, his long brown hair, and gentle eyes. Then she grew angry. Angry enough that she could have spat out nails.
"It's all her fault." She said through clenched teeth. She was angry at Becky for everything that happened to her since she left Taker's manor. In fact now that she thought of it she wished she had left that damn bitch to die by that wolf. She wished she had never helped her or took her along as a hostage. Then maybe she wouldn't have been caught and Taker would never have looked into her eyes. Her eyes were aid to be mysterious as they told her. Her eyes brought men to wonder about her and desire her in vulgar ways. She hated the way when she was when she was taken young and forced into slavery. She had to keep looking like a dirty, disgusting, wretched woman to keep them from fulfilling there based desires of having her.
Then her heart pounded painfully. She wouldn't have mind having Rob touch her and hold her. She loved having him kiss her already and she couldn't have wanted anyone else. She only wished that she could have died as well and leave this horrid life for a better one. Many times she wanted to take her own life but she could never bring herself to doing so. She felt warm salty tears against her ice cold face. She wiped them away and slipped out of the tree. The solders were far enough for her to move without anyone noticing. She had to get across the river and travel north to the ports. She realized now that Taker would not rest unless he had broken her. She then realized the only way to not be his whore was by leaving this country herself.
The traveling through the night had been harsh and cold. She was tired and famished. She needed sleep but fear kept her awake and being found kept her from stopping to eat the fresh fruit from the trees in the woods. Several times as she went she struggled from the pain as her body ached for rest and her eyes burned from no sleep. Many times she fell to the ground and got scratched up from the twigs and sharp stones on the ground. She ignored the immense pain her body was taking and kept moving. She needed to get to the ports as soon as possible. She needed to keep a good distance from the solders and the hounds seeking her.
As dawn was nearing Stephanie had left the forest and came from a long stretch of grassland. She cursed silently as she continued her journey. She needed cover that the forest had given her and the darkness as well. Now with lighting peeking through if any of the solders were near the edge of the woods they would see her. Halfway across the grassland she collapsed. Her legs had given up on her from the running and the painful yet minor injures she had sustained. Her hand was throbbing from the cut she used to send her blood into the water to delude the hounds. She cursed again trying to force herself to comply. If she were to rest she must do it where no one would see her. She dragged her body along the grass and dirt. She bit her lower lip in aggravation. It was so hard and her body was heavy. Then she heard something
She looked up and not to far was a wagon. She blinked and gasped. A wagon! A wagon that was carrying goods to the port! She was ecstatic she could rest in the cart if she were quiet enough to sneak on. If though whoever was riding the wagon found her she would knock him or her out and then steal the cart herself and take it to the port. She wondered though. What was the person carrying his cart. She prayed for food. She would love to eat something but not before she slept. Sleep.
She crawled across the ground waiting for the wagon to go past her. Once she knew the driver wasn't looking she would sneak on and try and be quiet. She stayed low to the ground like an animal hunting her prey. After watching the wagon go past her she jumped up from her position and ran to the wagon. She carefully and as quietly as she could jump up onto the back of the wagon and slipped inside. It was a little tight but she didn't care she found a spot between to crates of whatever and laid there. She looked up to see if it was possible for the driver to see her. No. She was well hidden. She smiled and closed her eyes. She could finally sleep and it was well worth it. The wagon would be in port later in the after noon and she would wake up before so she would not be discovered.
The rest he received felt good and refreshing even though her body ached from the cramped fit she was in. She sighed though. Nothing was ever easy and beggars couldn't be choosers. She looked through the holes of the wagon cover and saw the sun was almost overhead. She let out a breath and felt her stomach grumble for her food and her mouth thirst for water. She peeked through a crack in crate and saw some preserves inside. Jelly or honey. She didn't care what it was. It would do her some good and keep her from wasting away and become easier to catch. She carefully and as quietly as she could, pulled the cracked board from its place and saw a jar full of jelly. She grabbed the jar and hoped it would be easy to open. It took several tries but the tight lid unscrewed. She dip her fingers inside and licked the delicious strawberry jelly.
It tasted so sweet and so good. It felt foreign to her to eat something so good. She had only eaten something good was when she was with Rob and long time before that with her family. She sighed and dip her fingers inside and ate handful. She would have continued to eat if she didn't hear the driver sneeze. She jumped and mentally cursed at herself for being so stupid. The driver stopped and got off his wagon.
He was wondering what made that sound. The driver was a dark haired man with equally dark eyes and facial hair. He was tall around six foot and muscular. He wore a cloak, a straw hat and a weird emblem around his neck. He had full lips and his hair tied in a ponytail. Thinking the thing in back was some animal he pulled back the wagon cover and saw nothing. He stood up on the wagon and looked around and saw one of the crate boards missing. He then saw a jelly lid on the ground a spots of jelly everywhere. He scratched his head in wonder and then turned to go back to drive the wagon when he saw a girl in front of him. Before he could do anything Stephanie smashed the jar on his head knocking him out.
"Sorry boy." She said referring to him as if he was younger then her but was clearly older. "I need a ride and well I can't risk anything. I don't trust anyone." She then placed a piece of his shirt on his bleeding head and pushed him up onto the back of wagon and cover it. She then got onto the drivers seat of the wagon and snapped the reins causing the horses to move in a faster pace then before.
No sooner had she taken control of the wagon had she arrived at the port. She had stolen the man's cloak and hat to pass as the driver and not arouse suspicion. She carefully led the horses into the town and through it toward the ports. As she arrived she felt tension growing. She had to get away. She needed to get away. Fear caused her to sweat bullets, not to mention the hot sun beating down on her. As she came to boats she saw two blond hair men working. Both men had long blond hair drawn back in ponytails. One was taller then the other and he had green while the other had blue eyes. Stephanie lowered the hat and drew the cloak tightly around her to keep everything but her hands and feet covered. One of the blond men smiled as he saw her cart. He then waved. Steph refused to wave to him. She then felt her heart drop as she saw several people she thought she had lost. The solders from Taker's manor were questioning people.
When her cart came up to him the one blond haired boy said, "Jeez Matt don't have to be rude." Steph gulped feeling tension grow. This blond boy knew the man in the back. "I'm sorry that last time I had couldn't find ye a place to stay for the night but don't have to be angry, brother." Steph felt the color from her face drain. The man in the back was his brother. She bit her lower lip and saw the second blond man come up to him. "Got more preserves?" he questioned. Steph nodded not knowing what else to do. The brother of the dark haired man, Matt, huffed. "Don't be rude to Shannon it wasn't his fault! Sometimes Matt Hardy I could hit you!" Just then she saw Shannon head to the back of the cart. She felt a lump grow in her throat. "I swear Matt…" Shannon began and then he gasped and then screamed in terror. Jeff jumped and Steph cursed and snapped the reins violently.
The horses screamed themselves and took off in a burst of speed. Everyone watched as the cart went out of control. Matt's body flew from the carriage and rolled across the ground with most of the crates of preserves. People jumped and ran out of the way as her cart came crashing through the port. Taker's solders and the guards were running after the cart. Steph then saw she was coming to then end of the port and was heading right to a dock and at the end water. She urged the horses forward. She had one last plan and this was the only was she thought would work.
People began screaming and shouting and then it happened. The horses jumped off the dock into the water. Steph had leapt off to the side as it hit the water and discarded the cloak and hat. Then she swam down as far as she could go and under the dock. She emerged from the water as she hid under the dock. She heard people screaming and shouting. She smiled at herself as she swam under the dock. A perfect distraction.
As the people were gathering at the end to try and get the horses out Steph slipped out of the cold water and onto the port. She then quickly stole from a mercantile that empty from most likely at the dock. She quickly took a new cloak and a knife. She then took an apple and some smaller fruits and hit them in her cloak pocket. She hid her knife on the inside of her boot. She then ran from the mercantile and slipped into the back allies of the port to try and locate a ship, any ship to exit this country from. She only had minutes until she picked a boat. It was a small boat yet a boat that would serve her well. A slave ship.
She knew it would be dangerous to go on but she thought of it as a perfect plan. No one would suspect it and after the ship docked in whatever country in whatever port she would kill the guard and run to freedom, hopefully. That was if she was found on the ship during the journey. Her second idea was to hide somewhere. Maybe in a cabin where no one was occupying or in the supply room. That would be ideal. She could hide in an empty barrel and then eat at night after the crew was asleep. She sighed and then went with her plan. She would never find freedom in her homeland. No never. As long as Taker was there she would be a fugitive and never able to see freedom.
It had seemed like an eternity since she had hidden herself in the barrel in the storage room. Although cramped and incredibly uncomfortable she had managed. She had also eaten better then she had in days. She ate once sometimes twice a day if she was sure no one would walk in. Going to the bathroom was tricky. She had to sneak out at the dead of night and find the bathroom as they called it. All in all it was better then being in Taker's clutches.
Early one morning Steph woke with the sound of a man shouting "LAND!" She blinked open her tired eyes and stood up from the barrel she was in, pushing the lid off. She stretched her cramped muscles. She couldn't wait until she could sneak out and see what this new land was like. After waiting for an hour for the passengers to leave with the slaves she snuck out of the storage room and headed on the deck. She scanned the area and from what she could see she saw no one. Then she crept out. She sighed with relief but then felt a strong hand clamp onto her shoulder.
"A stowaway!" growled a person. Steph gasped an instantly elbowed the person in the chest. She then ran away from him looking back to see a short stubby looking man. She then went to run down the ramp connecting the ship to the dock when she saw several men look up at her. "A SLAVE ESCAPED!" shouted one of them men. Steph cursed her wretched appearance. She ran away from the ramp and looked back to the short man coming toward her. She gasped and ran to the other end of the ship and did the only thing she could think of. Jump into the water and hoped it was cold. Luckily it wasn't really cold but falling from that high hurt her. The water whipped at her as she plunged in. She opened her eyes and swam lower under the docks hoping to elude the crew of the ships.
After she ditched them she came up from the water and hid in the shadows. She had to find out where she was and what to do next. As she pondered on what to do she heard the sound of people crying and some shouting. Drawn by there attention Steph turned the corner to see the slaved being pushed in a small iron cart. Her heart went out to those people. She was like them and it made her angry. She couldn't believe she was becoming soft. She growled her frustration and then sighed. She was going to help them out. What could these people in whatever country she was in do? None of them knew of her or of how Taker wanted her. She was… safe.
She followed the cart for a while and watched the driver, slave trader stop it in front of a plaza. She casually pulled her knife out of her boot and hid it in her cloak. She needed they key and if killing was the only way she would do it. She casually made her way to the iron cart and slicked her wet hair back. The sun beat down her warming her. She looked at the people inside and felt her heart hurt. Many were children. Then she felt someone tap her shoulder. She spun around and saw the slave trader looking at her.
"Can I help ye miss?" he said smiling a toothy grin. He was a old man and he looked disgusting. He was staring at her like she was a prize, like so many others. Not Rob though. Rob looked at her with passion and love. This guy looked pleased. Steph felt repulsed by this man. "Yes." She said calmly. "I'd like to see these people." The man looked at her and had a sinister look in his eyes. "My dear I do not think you will be able to pay for one of these… unless you can find another payment." He went to touch her shoulder but the second he did Steph quickly moved out of the way and held her knife to him. She found the key around his neck and snapped it off his neck and opened the lock.
The second she did the man began screaming in a panic. Steph punched him hard and told the servants to run. Then she too ran. Guard came running after her. She cursed herself for having a heart. She was once again being chased. She then saw a fruit stall. As she ran past it she knocked several of the fruit to the ground causing the guards to slip and fall. She smirked and ran and as she turned the corner she crashed what seemed to be as hard as a wall. As she looked up she felt her mouth hang open. She hadn't run into a wall but something worse. "K-Kane." She stuttered. She now knew where she was. Ireland where Kane was sent by Taker.
Chapter 18
Steph felt her body stiffen as she watched the solders from Taker's army walk underneath her. She was hiding up in a tree shadowed by leaves. She would be safe for a while that is until the dogs had her sent again. She felt her body let out a shiver. She was freezing and wet. When she was running away she used the river to help blur her scent from the hounds that were with the guards. She had cut her self open and allowed her blood to travel the water in hopes of eluding them. She held her breath as she watched them go by one after another. When she saw them head off from her she lowered her self on the branch and sat there. She tore off her sleeve and wrapped it around her wound.
She cursed at herself for not being more prepared. Then again she never thought of Becky being able to break free from her. Her teeth chattered as a strong wind blew hard against them causing her to curse again. She was in rags and filth. She was a complete wretch and looks as though she was rolling around in the dirt like some pig. Her eyes were burning and her stomach was empty. She hadn't had any decent food since she left the safe a comforting home of Rob. She wished she was there now, safe and warm in his embrace. She closed her eyes thinking of his cocky smile, his long brown hair, and gentle eyes. Then she grew angry. Angry enough that she could have spat out nails.
"It's all her fault." She said through clenched teeth. She was angry at Becky for everything that happened to her since she left Taker's manor. In fact now that she thought of it she wished she had left that damn bitch to die by that wolf. She wished she had never helped her or took her along as a hostage. Then maybe she wouldn't have been caught and Taker would never have looked into her eyes. Her eyes were aid to be mysterious as they told her. Her eyes brought men to wonder about her and desire her in vulgar ways. She hated the way when she was when she was taken young and forced into slavery. She had to keep looking like a dirty, disgusting, wretched woman to keep them from fulfilling there based desires of having her.
Then her heart pounded painfully. She wouldn't have mind having Rob touch her and hold her. She loved having him kiss her already and she couldn't have wanted anyone else. She only wished that she could have died as well and leave this horrid life for a better one. Many times she wanted to take her own life but she could never bring herself to doing so. She felt warm salty tears against her ice cold face. She wiped them away and slipped out of the tree. The solders were far enough for her to move without anyone noticing. She had to get across the river and travel north to the ports. She realized now that Taker would not rest unless he had broken her. She then realized the only way to not be his whore was by leaving this country herself.
The traveling through the night had been harsh and cold. She was tired and famished. She needed sleep but fear kept her awake and being found kept her from stopping to eat the fresh fruit from the trees in the woods. Several times as she went she struggled from the pain as her body ached for rest and her eyes burned from no sleep. Many times she fell to the ground and got scratched up from the twigs and sharp stones on the ground. She ignored the immense pain her body was taking and kept moving. She needed to get to the ports as soon as possible. She needed to keep a good distance from the solders and the hounds seeking her.
As dawn was nearing Stephanie had left the forest and came from a long stretch of grassland. She cursed silently as she continued her journey. She needed cover that the forest had given her and the darkness as well. Now with lighting peeking through if any of the solders were near the edge of the woods they would see her. Halfway across the grassland she collapsed. Her legs had given up on her from the running and the painful yet minor injures she had sustained. Her hand was throbbing from the cut she used to send her blood into the water to delude the hounds. She cursed again trying to force herself to comply. If she were to rest she must do it where no one would see her. She dragged her body along the grass and dirt. She bit her lower lip in aggravation. It was so hard and her body was heavy. Then she heard something
She looked up and not to far was a wagon. She blinked and gasped. A wagon! A wagon that was carrying goods to the port! She was ecstatic she could rest in the cart if she were quiet enough to sneak on. If though whoever was riding the wagon found her she would knock him or her out and then steal the cart herself and take it to the port. She wondered though. What was the person carrying his cart. She prayed for food. She would love to eat something but not before she slept. Sleep.
She crawled across the ground waiting for the wagon to go past her. Once she knew the driver wasn't looking she would sneak on and try and be quiet. She stayed low to the ground like an animal hunting her prey. After watching the wagon go past her she jumped up from her position and ran to the wagon. She carefully and as quietly as she could jump up onto the back of the wagon and slipped inside. It was a little tight but she didn't care she found a spot between to crates of whatever and laid there. She looked up to see if it was possible for the driver to see her. No. She was well hidden. She smiled and closed her eyes. She could finally sleep and it was well worth it. The wagon would be in port later in the after noon and she would wake up before so she would not be discovered.
The rest he received felt good and refreshing even though her body ached from the cramped fit she was in. She sighed though. Nothing was ever easy and beggars couldn't be choosers. She looked through the holes of the wagon cover and saw the sun was almost overhead. She let out a breath and felt her stomach grumble for her food and her mouth thirst for water. She peeked through a crack in crate and saw some preserves inside. Jelly or honey. She didn't care what it was. It would do her some good and keep her from wasting away and become easier to catch. She carefully and as quietly as she could, pulled the cracked board from its place and saw a jar full of jelly. She grabbed the jar and hoped it would be easy to open. It took several tries but the tight lid unscrewed. She dip her fingers inside and licked the delicious strawberry jelly.
It tasted so sweet and so good. It felt foreign to her to eat something so good. She had only eaten something good was when she was with Rob and long time before that with her family. She sighed and dip her fingers inside and ate handful. She would have continued to eat if she didn't hear the driver sneeze. She jumped and mentally cursed at herself for being so stupid. The driver stopped and got off his wagon.
He was wondering what made that sound. The driver was a dark haired man with equally dark eyes and facial hair. He was tall around six foot and muscular. He wore a cloak, a straw hat and a weird emblem around his neck. He had full lips and his hair tied in a ponytail. Thinking the thing in back was some animal he pulled back the wagon cover and saw nothing. He stood up on the wagon and looked around and saw one of the crate boards missing. He then saw a jelly lid on the ground a spots of jelly everywhere. He scratched his head in wonder and then turned to go back to drive the wagon when he saw a girl in front of him. Before he could do anything Stephanie smashed the jar on his head knocking him out.
"Sorry boy." She said referring to him as if he was younger then her but was clearly older. "I need a ride and well I can't risk anything. I don't trust anyone." She then placed a piece of his shirt on his bleeding head and pushed him up onto the back of wagon and cover it. She then got onto the drivers seat of the wagon and snapped the reins causing the horses to move in a faster pace then before.
No sooner had she taken control of the wagon had she arrived at the port. She had stolen the man's cloak and hat to pass as the driver and not arouse suspicion. She carefully led the horses into the town and through it toward the ports. As she arrived she felt tension growing. She had to get away. She needed to get away. Fear caused her to sweat bullets, not to mention the hot sun beating down on her. As she came to boats she saw two blond hair men working. Both men had long blond hair drawn back in ponytails. One was taller then the other and he had green while the other had blue eyes. Stephanie lowered the hat and drew the cloak tightly around her to keep everything but her hands and feet covered. One of the blond men smiled as he saw her cart. He then waved. Steph refused to wave to him. She then felt her heart drop as she saw several people she thought she had lost. The solders from Taker's manor were questioning people.
When her cart came up to him the one blond haired boy said, "Jeez Matt don't have to be rude." Steph gulped feeling tension grow. This blond boy knew the man in the back. "I'm sorry that last time I had couldn't find ye a place to stay for the night but don't have to be angry, brother." Steph felt the color from her face drain. The man in the back was his brother. She bit her lower lip and saw the second blond man come up to him. "Got more preserves?" he questioned. Steph nodded not knowing what else to do. The brother of the dark haired man, Matt, huffed. "Don't be rude to Shannon it wasn't his fault! Sometimes Matt Hardy I could hit you!" Just then she saw Shannon head to the back of the cart. She felt a lump grow in her throat. "I swear Matt…" Shannon began and then he gasped and then screamed in terror. Jeff jumped and Steph cursed and snapped the reins violently.
The horses screamed themselves and took off in a burst of speed. Everyone watched as the cart went out of control. Matt's body flew from the carriage and rolled across the ground with most of the crates of preserves. People jumped and ran out of the way as her cart came crashing through the port. Taker's solders and the guards were running after the cart. Steph then saw she was coming to then end of the port and was heading right to a dock and at the end water. She urged the horses forward. She had one last plan and this was the only was she thought would work.
People began screaming and shouting and then it happened. The horses jumped off the dock into the water. Steph had leapt off to the side as it hit the water and discarded the cloak and hat. Then she swam down as far as she could go and under the dock. She emerged from the water as she hid under the dock. She heard people screaming and shouting. She smiled at herself as she swam under the dock. A perfect distraction.
As the people were gathering at the end to try and get the horses out Steph slipped out of the cold water and onto the port. She then quickly stole from a mercantile that empty from most likely at the dock. She quickly took a new cloak and a knife. She then took an apple and some smaller fruits and hit them in her cloak pocket. She hid her knife on the inside of her boot. She then ran from the mercantile and slipped into the back allies of the port to try and locate a ship, any ship to exit this country from. She only had minutes until she picked a boat. It was a small boat yet a boat that would serve her well. A slave ship.
She knew it would be dangerous to go on but she thought of it as a perfect plan. No one would suspect it and after the ship docked in whatever country in whatever port she would kill the guard and run to freedom, hopefully. That was if she was found on the ship during the journey. Her second idea was to hide somewhere. Maybe in a cabin where no one was occupying or in the supply room. That would be ideal. She could hide in an empty barrel and then eat at night after the crew was asleep. She sighed and then went with her plan. She would never find freedom in her homeland. No never. As long as Taker was there she would be a fugitive and never able to see freedom.
It had seemed like an eternity since she had hidden herself in the barrel in the storage room. Although cramped and incredibly uncomfortable she had managed. She had also eaten better then she had in days. She ate once sometimes twice a day if she was sure no one would walk in. Going to the bathroom was tricky. She had to sneak out at the dead of night and find the bathroom as they called it. All in all it was better then being in Taker's clutches.
Early one morning Steph woke with the sound of a man shouting "LAND!" She blinked open her tired eyes and stood up from the barrel she was in, pushing the lid off. She stretched her cramped muscles. She couldn't wait until she could sneak out and see what this new land was like. After waiting for an hour for the passengers to leave with the slaves she snuck out of the storage room and headed on the deck. She scanned the area and from what she could see she saw no one. Then she crept out. She sighed with relief but then felt a strong hand clamp onto her shoulder.
"A stowaway!" growled a person. Steph gasped an instantly elbowed the person in the chest. She then ran away from him looking back to see a short stubby looking man. She then went to run down the ramp connecting the ship to the dock when she saw several men look up at her. "A SLAVE ESCAPED!" shouted one of them men. Steph cursed her wretched appearance. She ran away from the ramp and looked back to the short man coming toward her. She gasped and ran to the other end of the ship and did the only thing she could think of. Jump into the water and hoped it was cold. Luckily it wasn't really cold but falling from that high hurt her. The water whipped at her as she plunged in. She opened her eyes and swam lower under the docks hoping to elude the crew of the ships.
After she ditched them she came up from the water and hid in the shadows. She had to find out where she was and what to do next. As she pondered on what to do she heard the sound of people crying and some shouting. Drawn by there attention Steph turned the corner to see the slaved being pushed in a small iron cart. Her heart went out to those people. She was like them and it made her angry. She couldn't believe she was becoming soft. She growled her frustration and then sighed. She was going to help them out. What could these people in whatever country she was in do? None of them knew of her or of how Taker wanted her. She was… safe.
She followed the cart for a while and watched the driver, slave trader stop it in front of a plaza. She casually pulled her knife out of her boot and hid it in her cloak. She needed they key and if killing was the only way she would do it. She casually made her way to the iron cart and slicked her wet hair back. The sun beat down her warming her. She looked at the people inside and felt her heart hurt. Many were children. Then she felt someone tap her shoulder. She spun around and saw the slave trader looking at her.
"Can I help ye miss?" he said smiling a toothy grin. He was a old man and he looked disgusting. He was staring at her like she was a prize, like so many others. Not Rob though. Rob looked at her with passion and love. This guy looked pleased. Steph felt repulsed by this man. "Yes." She said calmly. "I'd like to see these people." The man looked at her and had a sinister look in his eyes. "My dear I do not think you will be able to pay for one of these… unless you can find another payment." He went to touch her shoulder but the second he did Steph quickly moved out of the way and held her knife to him. She found the key around his neck and snapped it off his neck and opened the lock.
The second she did the man began screaming in a panic. Steph punched him hard and told the servants to run. Then she too ran. Guard came running after her. She cursed herself for having a heart. She was once again being chased. She then saw a fruit stall. As she ran past it she knocked several of the fruit to the ground causing the guards to slip and fall. She smirked and ran and as she turned the corner she crashed what seemed to be as hard as a wall. As she looked up she felt her mouth hang open. She hadn't run into a wall but something worse. "K-Kane." She stuttered. She now knew where she was. Ireland where Kane was sent by Taker.