She felt that something was off, there was something unusually hard and chilled beneath her. It didn't quite sink in for the moment since she was still half asleep but it soon clicked, she was no longer on her bed. And it was safe to say she's no longer in her room.
Bolting up right she found her arms restrained by something, she guessed it was some kind of magical restraints from the small amount of power coming off of it. Opening her eyes she saw they were rusted shackles connected to the floor, frosted chains. One name came to mind as she scanned the room.
Icy.
True to the nature of clich' hostage taking the capture was in the shadows, arms crossed and smirking. "How nice to see you up, little pixie."
"What is it now?" Bloom snapped as she struggled with the shackles, "run out of ideas to get that dragon fire you want?" She growled as she twisted her wrist around the cufflink but nothing happened. "Where's Flora? If you did something to her I-" Bloom was cut off by a hard slap to the face.
"You talk too much," Icy said. "Whether your nature loving friend is alive or not depends of Stormy's mood, and you know who she is."
Bloom let out a curse as she lunge at Icy, if the restraints weren't bolted to the floor she would have hand her hands around the cold witch's throat. This didn't stop her from trying though, when she realize how futile it was she sat on the floor rubbing her raw wrist. "I hope you burn."
"From what I heard," Icy said. "Hell's cold."
Bloom was silent but she glared death at Icy as she walked away.
Flora felt something mossy beneath her, it reminded her of home. Opening her eyes she found she was in the woods, not the one around alfea. This place was decayed and no life within the trees, it was the forest around Cloud Tower. The plant pixie bolted up prepared to summon her powers, when she finished she was still in her night clothes. That's when Stormy appeared, at first in the shadows but slowly emerging. At first Flora thought her eyes were playing some tricks on her but the temperamental witch wasn't wearing make up or the usual skin tight cat suit. Instead she wore something that was still revealing of curves but left some mystery by some flaps and garments of dark colours that blend with the situation.
"What is going on?" Flora try to demand despite her natural shy tone. "Why have you brought me here?"
"Be quite," Stormy said sharply while dark clouds formed overhead. "As long you are under my spell you will do what I say."
Rain fell down lightly, Flora stood there waiting for Stormy to make her move but she waited in vain.
"If you are waiting for something important don't expect anything," Stormy crossed her arms. "This spell is enough, I just have to reinforced some orders with simple shocks." She wave a hand towards a large stump, "take a seat."
Flora cautiously walked over to the stump and sat down next to the witch. The rain kept coming but it was rather light. "What do you want with me?"
Stormy smiled as she looked up. Her casual look place the pixie on edge farther, she never actually seen Stormy so calm. "How lovely would it be that I could tell you, that Icy wants her revenge on your dear friend, Bloom. You were merely a prize for helping."
A prize? Flora thought within an out of character edge of anger. "You wanted me as a... Prize?"
"Yeah," Stormy said as the rain intensified. "You can hate me all you want, you're mine forever to do with as I please." The rain came down in sheets, soaking both of them. Flora hear something within the rain speaking of lies and intense sadness, Stormy was facing away still with the same smug look but it appeared to be more like a mask. A persona.
"Is there something wrong?" Flora said. "There's a slight sadden aura about you."
"SHUT UP!" Stormy shot up and facing the tan girl. "Don't ever think I HAVE any emotions besides hate, evil and lust." Stormy's hand shot out and caught the back of Flora's head while she brought her face closer to forcibly slip her tongue into the pixie's mouth.
She love you, just ride it out.
Flora couldn't believe what she heard, within this darken and dead atmosphere was a tiny voice. Stormy shiver but it wasn't from the cold atmosphere, her finger dug deep into the back of her head while her tongue darted around Flora's mouth.
Just ride it out.
"I AM NOT WEAK!" Stormy screamed after pulling away from Flora. "I'm not weak, I am not in love." The witch was now crying hard, the rain lighten up as she fell to her knees. "I'm in love, but I am not weak."
Flora kneel down next to the witch, one hand was on the witch's back while the other was being used for support on the stony ground. Stormy just cried, she try to resist Flora but in the end she collapsed into her lap.
"I am not weak," Stormy choked out.
"Don't cry," Flora said in her most soothing tone. "You're not weak, love happens no matter what. You are not weak."
"I am." Stormy said. "I failed my sisters, everything I worked for and I had to throw it away. I should have died at the hospital that day, Icy and Darcy don't have a use for me anyway except for cannon fodder."
Flora said nothing but tried to let actions speak louder than words as she tried to comfort her.
"I am weak," Stormy said. "I need help."
"I'll help you," Flora said.
"I don't want it."
"But you need it."
The sun slowly came over the horizon casting a soft light upon the exterior of the school of magix. Some students woke up to greet the day while others took the advantage of the situation of the weekend and slept in.
One of the awake students was Tecna since it was kind of biologically "program", sort of speak, since she was young. Her roommate was also waking up, last night she came in a little late but Tecna didn't say anything as she stretch slowly.
"Well, that was an interesting yesterday," Musa said. "Poor Stella wouldn't stop crying." She shifted her weight. "I went to comfort her last night."
"Well that would explain why you came in late last night."
"Sorry if I woke you," Musa said. "I better get the others up."
Walking into the main hall she saw a few other girls that were ether chatting with friends or just shaking off some left over sleepiness. She greeted some with a nod or a word, at Flora and Bloom's dorm she first knocked softly. She didn't think much about it except they didn't hear her and knocked a little harder, the door creaked open a little.
Something is wrong here, Musa thought as she carefully looked in. There was a slight odor in the air, there was also a slight tingle of dark energy.
Concerned Musa closed her eyes while focusing on a single spell, her mind's eye she saw two figures walk in but never leave.
The witches! Musa thought as she opened her eyes.