Sorry this took so long, but writer's block and a report on lichens for biology. Stupid composite, symbiotic organisms.
Uh hem, since I noticed this coming up in reviews again in Chapter Six when will be the X-men show up?
I'll give you a hint.
Read the summary. Now, no more.
Chapter Seven
My eyes fluttered opened and I moaned. My mouth was cotton dry and a throbbing bump the size of my hand on my forehead. I cringed and pushed myself off my stomach. Gently I touched my forehead and flinched at the pain that shot through my skull.
I began inspecting myself. My thumb was scraped, my head was sore, but if those were my worst injuries I was perfectly capable of surviving.
I hoped.
I sat up and looked around the room. It was a large room, with dark wood paneling and a deep burgundy carpet. And it would have been nice, if there weren't bars over the window. Although I already knew the answer, I tried the door anyway.
Locked.
My dress was torn and shredded and otherwise a general mess. The top was torn down almost leaving me indecently covered. I pulled my top up further and crossed over to the window.
A willow covered in Old man's beard was planted close to the window and obscured most of my view, but through the foliage I was able to make out water and more trees.
I turned away from the window. Why was I here? Where was 'here' anyway?
Too full of nervous energy, to sit still I started to pace like a caged animal, which I basically was.
"So, what'd we have 'ere?"
I turned and found Julian leaning against the doorframe. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "Anna Marie, what a pleasure to see you again."
"Why am Ah here?" I demanded.
"Because, ma petite, you are very valuable to me and to my dear copain Remy." He smiled in a way that was in no way reassuring.
I glared at him. "So, Ah'm a prisoner."
"If y'wan' t' look at it like dat. I prefer t'look at it as a forced guest." Julian held his hands out.
"What's mah ransom?" I asked.
"Dat's not for y' t' worry, y'r pretty little head 'bout dat," He shook wagged his finger at me like I was bad dog. He was enjoying this. "Don' worry, 'm sure Remy will pay de debt f'r y'." He took a step toward the door. "He likes you."
The door clicked shut behind him followed shortly by the fall of tumblers into place