Meg bounced up and down, knocking her head against the hard floor of the carriage. Her arms and legs were bound with a rough rope and here was a cloth gag in her mouth. Terror was a central emotion at the moment. Tears welled up in her eyes as worry joined the terror. Erik. His name kept running through her mind as the vision of him rushing to her defense danced in front of her eyes. As soon as the ugly, pudgy man grabbed Meg, Erik roared in fury. Heavy punches rained down on the man holding Meg, and the few other men (there were about seven others) reacted by jumping Erik. Although Erik was strong, he was still weak from hitting his head, and besides fourteen flying fists are to much for one man to handle. The ugly pudgy man's cronies soon over powered Erik and knocked him unconscious. "Oh Erik," Meg whispered to herself. They had left Erik in a tattered heap, his left eye was swelling shut, his lip bleeding, and possibly a cracked rib or two… or three, not to mention all the bumps and bruises he was sure to have when he woke up. If he ever woke up…
A small sob escaped her lips, but was stifled by a rough kick in the stomach that knocked the wind out of her lungs. "Shut up. Now that you are with us, you are less than the common ballet rat you were. You are no greater than the filthy swine that romp in the muck." The pudgy man chuckled evilly. The pudgy man, Meg found out, was named Jacques. An evil name for an evil man. Meg thought bitterly, gasping for breath.
"How long till the ship leaves the harbor, Robert?" Jacques asked turning to a handsome man who looked to be in about his mid to late twenties. He had long brown hair that he tied back with a leather thong and cool green eyes that stared at Meg with hunger.
"Three days sir," Robert answered. "Then after that the ship shall sail for about three months before docking in New York." Jacques nodded pleased.
New York! Meg thought horrified. How is Erik going to find me now? What do I do? Silent tears of fear ran down Meg's cheeks and onto the carriage floor. Oh Maman, please help Erik find m. Please let him find me before happens to me. And she began to pray. Hail Mary, full of grace, the lord is with thee.
A/N okay everyone sorry really sorry that this one is so short. But I am debating with a few things. Should I go a bit on one character's perspective? If so Erik or Meg's? if you think I should send me a message via review and tell me which one. If you don't think so do the same and tell me why not. But I also have a few things I need to research and if I don't find anything I will post up a S.O.S and ask some of my faithful readers to help me! Don't hate me for what I am doing. I have finally developed something resembling a plot line other than the whole growing relation thing… the fluff and lack of action wasn't boring me but I am not a very experienced person in that department… sadly… --half sniff—
But review and I shall give your choice of delectable delights. Oh and read and review my poems! Sheesh I feel like they suck cuz they are getting read, but not reviewed. And I just noticed that my A/N is about as long as this chapter was.