Chapter 6: Back to the Dungeon
Meanwhile, Back in the dungeon….
Sami awoke that morning to a pounding headache; she sat up, groaning and looking around at her surroundings. Suddenly everything came flooding back to her, she was coming out of Bible towards the music room, where he locker was, when a grotesque, dark shape slipped out of the glass door, it was dark and shadowy with glowing red eyes, Sam it seemed had been the only one able to see it, others walked right past, chattering to their friends. The shadow and begun to drift towards Ava and Mel, when Sam let out a piercing scream, it had attracted it's attention, and in a moment it was there was by Sam, time froze, everyone except Mel and Ava vanished, and they were frozen in place like terribly accurate and beautiful waxworks, half way facing her, obviously caught in mid-whirl. It was reaching out towards her drawing nearer, the terrible cold darkness looming closer, pulling her in, sucking the life from her, she wanted to scream again, to run, to warn Mel and Ava, anything to get away from the terrible dark coldness that was sweeping over her taking control of her mind and boldly functions, freezing her in place, then it was upon her, all the warmth and consciousness swept from her body, she gave one last shudder, and collapsed, never hitting the ground but rushing, rushing, somewhere. But where? "Here." She answered herself, and then here she was in this pit, talking to mice, then that thing delivered her water-the water! That had to be it, the water contained something, something that had caused this terrible headache. She reached up to clutch her head.
"I told you not to drink the water" said as small, smug sounding voice
"Is it the mouse again?" Sam asked looking around, trying to locate the owner of the voice
"No, it's the wall, of course it's the mouse!" The mouse said in a highly sarcastic voice, moving out of the shadows into plain sight.
"oh, there you are "Sam said, spotting the mouse and walking towards it, she sat down about a foot or two away from it "now tell me where I am and what you meant by 'one of the chosen', by the way, that's a way overused phrase" the mouse looked as if it would very much like to tell her nothing for that comment, but it knew it must. It gave a small, very mouse like sigh, and began
"Well it's all foretold in the prophesy of Zella-"
"Wait a minute" Sam cut in "prophesy? How story bookish is that? I mean, come on, you could be a little more original"
"Would you like to tell this story?" the mouse asked annoyed.
"I would tell it better" Sam mumbled under her breath, the mouse pretended no to here her, and went on
"I can't exactly quote the prophesy, but it tells of 3 girls going against great odds to set their people, and the whole kingdom of Ansella free from the tyrants that control us, the Kzares, that is, and then it says some more, but I just can't seem to recall it…" the mouse said voice trailing off, knowing that it mustn't tell anymore of the prophesy.
"Ok" Sam said "so you mean to tell me that me, and two other girls are supposed to set this whole place, anselet-"
"Ansella" the mouse corrected wearily.
"Ya whatever" Sam continued "free from the kzarethingies?"
"Kzares" the mouse corrected again
"Ya sure whatever" Sam continued "you get the point, what do they mean 'my people' my whole universe has been sucked into this place by this thingamojoms?"
"I don't know" the mouse said feeling agitated, "I just told you what the prophecy said, I don't know what they meant by it, and got Goodness sakes, its KZARES,"
"Whatever, so I'm not supposed to drink the water, why? And what does it do?"
"That is not water, it's a mixture of kumjum fruit, and tilti leaves that causes the drinker to sleep for who knows how long, sometimes it will result in an enchanted sleep, or flash backs of past events. The tilti leaves cause you to realize how hungry or thirsty you are, when you get to close to it."
"Wow this is weird" Sam said in a disbelieving voice "I'm in a new world of some sort, in this weird prison, talking to a mouse about water that makes you sleep, I must be dreaming" the mouse sighed
"About time you went into shock, you've been taking this in to fast"
"I'm in a movie..." Sam speculated obviously no longer aware of the mousse presence, her eyes unfoucusing" that's it, their trying to make me think it's real so I'll act better, right outside these walls, people are having their coffee breaks" Sam said, her voice getting higher pitched. "These walls "she said eyes getting wider and wider "their made out of foam! Or plywood! I could make it fall over!" the mouse sensing where this was going yelled
"No, don't!" But it was too late, in a sheer moment of madness, she ran towards the wall shoving all her height and weight into momentum, smacking the solid stone wall with a loud thud, and crumpling to the floor, whimpering
"Hard wall" she croaked, clutching her bruised wall. The mouse just watched, he had forgotten to mention that a side affect of that stuff was a few minutes of insanity, depending on how much they had consumed, and there mental stamina, not helped in her case by the fact that she was just learning that she had been transported into a parallel dimension. After a while Sam's head cleared, and her shoulder stopped throbbing as painfully, although it still produced a dull ache. "so it's real" she said in a small voice, mind rapidly trying to accept the fact "but how-"there was a thud above, and she saw the trap door beginning to open, she didn't know why, but she rapidly and silently sunk to the floor, pretending to still be sleeping, she felt the presence of that ugly creature, she sensed that rope, slithering down to pick up the old tray, and she know that more was on the way. The thing cackled quietly to itself murmuring vile things under its breath. Finally Sam heard the door thud shut and then all was silent once more. Sam cracked one eye open, she saw a new tray sitting in the center of the cell, its enticing false innocence reaching out to her, she felt the urged to draw towards it, she struggled, "No!" she fought, "NO don't drink it!" her mouth felt as dry as a desert, her tongue sandpaper against the roof of her mouth, she turned away, breaking contact from the tray, breathing heavily, soon her mouth was back to normal, and she had calmed down. She sat down, facing the wall, and curled up into as small a ball as her long legs could manage and closed her eyes, her thoughts going back to Ava and Mel, wondering where they were, and if they too had been transported to this strange world.
Dante limped though the torch lit corridors, his club foot slowing him down, this was good, this was very good indeed, the girl had been fool enough to drink! Oh master would be pleased, very pleased indeed. He reached the large wooden door and knocked with the large brass knocker, immediately the brass snake on the knocker sprung to life looking at Dante, eyes glowing a sickly green,
"Enter" it hissed, and the door swung open. He limped down the narrow room towards the high-backed chair, turned away from him, towards a fireplace whose flames were a nasty green, tipped with black, licking the logs in the fire cruelly. Yet the flames did not let off any heat at all, leaving the room in its icy cold chill, he bowed down a few feet from the chair
"Master, I bring good news" he rasped, the chair was slowly turned around to reveal a tall, bony, man with skin so pale and stretched that it was almost transparent, and you could see the unnaturally blackish green veins in his forehead. He had oily, scraggly black hair with slight streaks of gray and red, dirty orange colored eyes, with more than a hint of insanity in every singly glance, his pupils were merely slits, his mouth a cruel slash in his peaked face. His nose was sharp and cruel like a hawks, his chin bony, and fingers long and twisted, he had fingernails that looked like talons, they were yellow and cracked, and he reeked of death and suffering.
"yesssss, Dante whaat isss it?" he asked drawing out his s's in his snake-like voice.
"The prisoner, master, she was fool enough to drink! I found her passed out on the prison floor"
"Fool!" he cried triumphantly "ssssshe issssn't ssssso ssssmart, now isss ssshe?"
"No master, nothing compared to you, my lord, my master, my-"
"Enough!" he snapped "I am growing weary of your tongue, ssssilence it or I sssshall do it for you. How much did sssshe drink?"
"The pitcher was empty master." Dante answered
"good, ssshe issss greedy, I admire greed, now go and prepare her sssuper, jussst in casssse ssshe getssss up" Dante rose clumsily, bowing profusely
"yes, yes master, right away master, most defiantly your servant will-" she stammered ringing his hands and still bowing.
"GO! You idiot!" Dante stumbled into action, limping and tripping backwards out the door, muttering more apologies, and "yes master, of course master, right away master"'s under his breath, getting out the door and shutting it behind him, hurrying off. When the mad heard the faint thumps of his minion fading, he grinned cruelly, revealing sharp yellow fangs, and laughed, the high-pitched insane laughter of a mad man, his forked tongue slithering in and out. This was good; he had her right where he wanted her, helpless, and defenseless in her dreams.
A.N. yay! Enter crazy bad guy! Muhahhaa! So how was it? Sorry it took so long, the hurricane came, and then I lost half of the chapter…..anyway, more to come soon hopefully! Please R&R I do accept anonymous reviews.