(A/N)- Jadis appearance :-P And ... this might be the end. Depends. inspired by the song 'Plowed' by Evergreen Terrace.
-Chapter 3- Say a Prayer For Me
And again, she shot out of her sleep. But she'd wished she hadn't- she'd much rather have preferred it if she died in the night.
A sharp prod of some kind of hard weapon or something jabbed her piercingly into her ribs. She cried out, and clutched her side. Her eyes squeezed shut in pain, and when she opened them, she saw the White Witch. Towering over her with her cold dark eyes. She stared down at her as if she was a bug on the floor that needed to be squashed.
"Do you remember your crime now?" she asked.
"What?" she asked. Wrong answer.
She went to jab her again but Hazelle darted as fast as she could, but her shackled hooves held her down and she fell with an 'oomf' over the cold hard chains.
"You've worked for me long enough- you know the penalty for disobeying your master."
Hazelle took her time sitting up. She stared hard at the floor as she spoke- she could feel both Tumnus' and Jadis' eyes glaring into her right now.
"I committed no crime. I've told you plenty of times before that I will harm anyone but a youngling."
"And I've told you plenty of times that your rules do not apply to what I order you to do!" she thundered, and her voice lightened, "I've lost a valuable ally … just because you wouldn't harm a child?" she asked incredulously, "Children are weak. They grow to be strong. You must take them down whilst they are young!"
She poked her roughly with her wand once, twice, three times as she said, "Do you understand?"
Gritting her teeth from the pain, she replied, "I do now." She lied.
Jadis' eyebrow twitched slightly, "You do? Good. Something for you to keep in mind while you crumble away in my courtyard."
She turned, making sure she whipped Hazelle in the face with her dress. A tear trickled down Hazelle's face, shocking her. She'd be walking out the door with her mistress right now, if she'd only concentrated on a good lie beforehand. But now … she was absolutely positively done for.
The prison doors sealed shut, and with it, they had sealed her fate.
Her eyes still focused on the icy floor in front of her. Her mind ignored the fact that her hooves were uncomfortably twisted over one another in her struggle.
"Why did you lie to me?" Tumnus asked. She didn't stir.
He didn't press on like she thought he would; he just turned his back away in resentment.
"It's the only thing I'm good for." She answered in a small voice, "Besides, I hardly even know you so it's better off that way, innit?"
He didn't reply.
She sighed, "I don't want to be missed. I just want to take what's coming to me." He still didn't respond, and she continued, "I didn't lie to you much, you know." She pointed out, "The only lie that I said was I didn't know why they jumped me, but I did. Funny how doing the right thing will get me in trouble." She said, pulling her hooves in front of her and rubbing her legs to try and numb the pain.
"That crap about Aslan not coming to my aid," she scoffed, "I don't deserve his help. I got what was coming to me."
"Oh, stop being so melodramatic!" Tumnus snapped, turning around, "You're just making it worse for yourself by saying your life has no value. Truly you don't honestly feel that way!"
She stared into his eyes for a moment, and then turned away, staring into the palms of her hands, "How can a life be valued when one hasn't any friends? When one lies to make their life go their way? When one resorts to allying with the enemy just to save one's back?" her voice rose slightly, and she coughed, looking up at him, "You're the only one I've had a nice little talk with in my whole life, and not even three days in here and you hate my guts."
"I never said that." He answered quietly.
"No you didn't but I bet you were thinking it." She retorted, "Traitors don't deserve to live. I betrayed Narnia. I betrayed Jadis."
"But don't you see?" he said earnestly, "By betraying Jadis, you did what was right. Whether or not you believe in Aslan, you did good, Hazelle!"
A weary smile crept slowly across her face, "I suppose so … but … doing one good deed doesn't justify my past actions."
"Maybe not," he agreed, "But you'd be amazed of what a difference one good deed can make," he said with a smile.
She smiled shyly back, trembling a little.
It wasn't long after that she heard steps coming down the hall, heading right for them. Her eyes went wide with fear, and she scooted quickly over to Tumnus' side.
"Say a prayer for me," she said hoarsely, her hands gripped tightly around the icicles. He wrapped his hand firmly around hers. It felt nice and warm, compared to her icy fingers, "Don't worry. I will." He assured, "I promise, you'll be alright."
She laughed nervously, shaking, "That's a lot to promise," she said, pressing her forehead hard against one of the icicles, staring down at his hand on hers as the footsteps echoed menacingly through her brain. "Wow, I suddenly don't feel I deserve what's coming to me," she said with a dry, uneasy laugh.
Then, out of nowhere … she felt his lips press against the side of her face through the small gap in the icicles that divided them. Shocked, she jumped back, looking at him with her eyes wide as she felt her face grow hot.
"I-I'm sorry," he stammered, looking away in embarrassment, "That was r-rude of me. Forg-give me."
She was at a loss for words. She didn't think … well, she didn't know him too well … but she guessed he wasn't someone who'd be so forward like that. It really surprised her. Rather … it scared her. A bit.
She wanted to say something, but at the next second, the doors burst open and the bison-man appeared, grinning almost insanely. He threw open the chamber door and grabbed her roughly by the shirt collar. She didn't stir; she remained almost lifeless as he unlocked the shackles and she stared into Tumnus' sad eyes. She grinned mischievously, and once the shackles were off, she kicked and bucked her legs with the strength she had left. She aimed too high and kicked him in the stomach. He recoiled a bit with a grunt, but regained his hold on her and shook her roughly, "Don't make things worse than they already are," he said gruffly.
She winced as he pulled her wrists behind her back and clapped on handcuffs, and she replied through gritted teeth, "Knowing you, I'd say you deserved it." She grinned grimly.
He scowled stupidly, and dropped her onto the floor and dragged her behind him as he went through the doors. She gave one last look at Tumnus, whose eyes were filled with tears. Melodramatic, she thought, for him to care about her like that. She smiled reassuringly at him, and pulled her handcuffed hands up to blow him a kiss. She thought it stupid and lovey-dovey like, but … the guy looked so embarrassed after he kissed her, as did she … she just thought she'd give him reassurance that she wasn't repulsed by his action. After all … it did feel good. She could admit that, but only to herself.
He smiled in response, and she laughed at her own childish action. The bison man shook her and growled, "Shut up," without looking back. Her grin didn't fade. For once she was happy. Too bad she had finally laughed whole-heartedly when, mortifyingly enough, it was practically her funeral. But she trusted Tumnus, oddly enough. And she knew she did the right thing, not to attack those children's on Jadis' command. She only hoped Aslan would think the same.
(A/N)- Yeah, I know ish FLUFFY:-( I couldn't help it ... please no flames ... I'm a bit insecure about this fanfic, and I don't want it being tormented by words ... umm ... it may be the end- I'm not sure if I'm going to continue another chapter, since I don't think this will get many readers. Just no flamers please :-) I can't say that enough ...