Note: Sorry for the long wait. Thanks everyone for all the reviews. Oh and did anyone get the part in the third chapter when Vicky saw a picture of Cosmo and Wanda? When she'd looked at their eyes and thought they were odd? What I was referring to was the fact that Cosmo and Wanda have pupils in their eyes. If you haven't noticed, on FOP all the fairies 'cept Jorgen, the Yugopatamians, the animals, and a few humans (like Veronica for example) have pupils in their eyes. Most of the humans have pupil-less eyes. Just thought I'd say that, well read and review! Oh and Timmy, Chester, A.J., and Chip will be in the next chapter!
Trapped In Eternal Darkness
Day 14: The Revenge
10 days later…
Vicky sat on her hard bed, with her back against the wall. She lightly pressed her legs to her stomach and wrapped her arms around her knees. Tears rolled down her soft cheeks and she placed her head atop her knees.
Why? She thought, Why'd this have to happen to me? Why can't I have a good life, why not?
Vicky sighed heavily, it seemed like she'd been on Yugopatamia for centuries. She was sure her birthday had already gone by, that she'd spent it in misery. The day she'd raided Mark's room proved pointless. She'd found nothing that could get her out of marring Mark. She now knew who exactly Mark and Timmy were, but what did it matter? She'd also discovered that Mark owned her, and once they married, she was his forever. Vicky'd read a bit about Yugopatamian culture and it was just about the opposite of human culture. She'd never adjust.
"Vicky you seem troubled, what is it?" Mark's voice came from the doorway
Vicky glared at Mark, but it didn't seem to affect him any negative way. The alien prince came in the room a little more, but Vicky stopped him with her voice. "Get out of here." She hissed. Mark didn't move. "I said get out of here!" Vicky shouted.
"But Vicky-" Mark was interrupted by the sound of glass crashing just above his head.
"Go!" Vicky yelled and Mark did. Her hands were clenched into fists, the very sight of her captor filled her with rage. Slowly she unclenched her fists and took in deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She didn't want to miscarry.
It was hard for her not to become angry at the sight of Mark though. She hated him for what he did to her. She hated him and would show him just that on a daily basis. But since Mark was a Yugopatamian he actually liked the cruelty she showed him. From her research, Vicky discovered that if she wanted Mark to suffer she'd have to be nice to him. However, Vicky'd rather die than be nice to Mark, even if he was so sweet. So she'd usually just sit in the room Mark gave her and think about how she hated him.
Vicky placed her chin on her knees and sighed. Why'd they have to get on their stupid ships and come to Earth to get me? Suddenly Vicky realized what she thought. Their ships, that was it! She could trick Mark into showing her how to drive one and later she'd steal it and drive it back to Earth.
"Don't worry." She whispered, rubbing her stomach, "We're going home." -
Vicky slowly sipped the soup she'd requested trying to think of how she would get Mark to show her space ships without making him suspicious.
"So how's it been Mark and Vicky?" The King asked.
"Oh it's been fine." Vicky answered in a sweet voice.
"Totally. It has been like so awesome that I cannot wait in till the marriage. And I'm sure that my Beloved Vicky feels the same." Mark replied, placing his tentacle upon Vicky's shoulder.
Vicky wanted to slap Mark's tentacle off her, but stopped herself. "Hey Mark." She said twirling a bit of her hair on her right index finger. "Can I have a tour of the castle and Yugopatamian capital? If I am to be Queen of this place I'm going to need to know my way around, right?"
"Of course my Beloved!" Mark answered. "Right after lunch." -
"This is the dungeon where all the prisoners are kept, starved, and tortured." Mark explained as they passed through it. Vicky couldn't help but look at the prisoners, becoming lost in their hypnotic stares that cried of hunger and insanity. They reached for her, tried to grab her with their hands, claws, and tentacles, yearning to be free.
Vicky hugged herself softly while slowly walking behind Mark, than suddenly something slimy brushed Vicky's shoulder causing panic to surge through her. She yelped, jumping to the side, her back up against the cell door of one of the prisons. Suddenly, Vicky felt them grab her, the claws and tentacles reaching out of the bars, grabbing her arms, legs, brushing against her face and neck.
Vicky screamed and tried to break free, shaking them off of her. She backed up, in her panicked state and ended up with her back to the opposite cell door. The arms reached out again, grabbing her, touching her. Vicky screamed and ran, smacking right into Mark.
She got up and rubbed the back of her head, looking down at a confused Mark.
"What is wrong my Vicky?" He asked.
Her pink eyes went to the ground in embarrassment, "Nothing." She replied.
Mark shrugged and turned, continuing to walk forward. Vicky followed as they exited the dungeon and entered a new room.
"This," Mark explained, "is the Grand Yugopatamian Library!" He stretched out his tentacles, emphasizing his words. Mark led Vicky through the rows of books. "There are over a million books in this very room." Mark commented, looking back as if to see Vicky's reaction.
"Wow." She replied, obviously uninterested.
Mark seemed to see this and continued the tour. He led her through the Throne room, kitchen, torture chamber, etc. Finally -after about three hours- Mark and Vicky reached the Yugopatamian Internal Airport. It was huge, filled with many types of aircraft. It was also extremely busy; many ships went in and out of space. Vicky marveled at it, it was wonderful. She turned around and faced Mark, it was now or never.
"Do you think you can teach me to drive one Mark?" She asked.
"Anything for you Vicky." Mark said, his voice all dreamy. He grabbed Vicky's arm and led her over to a ship. "This," He began, "is one of the greatest Yugopatamian aircraft's, Revenge."
Vicky looked down at it; it was about the size of a room, big enough for one person. 'Revenge' was written in navy blue next to its wing, the entire craft colored in an icy blue.
"Its wonderful Mark."
"You don't like it?" Mark asked looking disappointed.
"I mean it simply dreadful Mark." Vicky smiled, tracing the letters in 'Revenge' with her finger. "Simply dreadful."