17/08/2006 23:16:00
Right. I hate Disclaimers: I do not own all the wonderful stuff.
Warning: Bit of sexual action. You have been warned...
Chapter 4
I could not believe it. I was absolutely furious. The man behind me pressed the gun harder against the back of my neck. "Get going."
Wordlessly, I did as he told. I had done about 45 minutes of driving when my cell phone rang. "Answer it, and I'll tell you what to say." The voice behind me said.
"I don't answer when I'm driving." I told him honestly.
"Answer it anyway. You can make the exception." He poked me his gun again. Blow his dick off, I will if he….! I grabbed my phone and answered.
"Marie?" It was Zen. I was about to hang up on him when the barrel of the gun poked me again.
"Answer him." He growled. I snarled and put the phone back to my ear.
"What do you want?" I snarled into the phone.
"I wanted to say I'm sorry."
"Little late." I muttered.
"Tell him that you gots to go." The man behind me told me impatiently. Sadly, Zen heard.
"Did I hear a guy with you?" Zen's voice held a trace of anger in it. I was just about to give him a piece of my mind when the man grabbed the phone out of my hand.
"Yeah, she's with me, you got a problem with that? We're heading to my place for the night, she asked me to pick her up earlier and here we are." He looked at me in the review mirror, and I noticed he had blue eyes and blonde hair. "That right, babe? Tell him that's right." He threw the phone on my lap, and I hesitantly picked it up, my mind racing. If he shot me, he'd die too, because no one would have control over the steering wheel. Id always been a daredevil, so I put the phone to my ear and quickly spoke:
"Zen I've been kidnapped! I'm on highway 84-" I got cut off when the man yelled some curses and quickly tore the phone away, rolled down the window, and chucked it out, and I heard the sickening sound of it breaking when it hit pavement.
The gun was firmly pressed against the back of my neck. "That's it, babe. Soon as we get to Fantasy we'll shoot you in the head." He told me, pissed. I felt a sob coming from my throat, but I suppressed it in time. No way this asshole was going to hear me cry.
"Listen to me you bleeding sod, I am driving this truck, not you, so bugger off." I said, pissed. The barrel savagely jabbed at my neck. "Ow!"
"Speak nice to me, bitch, or I'll make you pay. Brass nearly isn't as nice as I am. " He growled. "In fact, pull over right now." I did. "Now give me the key's. " I did that too, reluctantly. Now move over the passenger's seat. And don't try and run, I'll just shoot you." I did, and he moved up to the driver's seat and started up the engine. I stared straight ahead, trying to memorize places and street numbers. "Ah, thanks for the reminder." He smartly hit me on the side of the head with his gun, and I saw stars.
Zen stared at the phone, a sick feeling sitting in his stomach. Marie had yelled at the phone about being kidnapped and he had heard a man's voice cussing and then the phone making some noises, then air, then nothing.
Zen sat down in the darkness, thinking. Police wouldn't be good, they usually never are, the supernatural world wouldn't be much better, but perhaps some people he knew would help… He took a deep breath and picked up the phone again, and quickly dialed a number. He put it to the side of his ear and waited. When somebody picked up, he started talking:
"Is Persya there? Yes, I know that she's unavailable, just give me her anyways, tell her it's Michael the Archangel's friend, Zen. Yes, you heard me right: Michael. Now give me Persya now!"
He loved having connections. In little less than a minute, he heard Persya's voice herself. "Hello, Zen. I haven't heard from you in a while, now. What's, as they now say, up?" Her voice was sexual, and he reminded himself she was Persya, The Queen of seduction. But, she could help.
"I need your help, love. My friend, Marie-"
"Master Zen, never address your wanted as a friend. Do you forget I know all desires of the body, human and…" He flinched when she whispered into the phone, "… supernatural?"
"I know, Persya. I need your help with the one I love."
"Understood, Master Zen. What may I assist you with concerning her?"
"She's kidnapped. I need you to find her, and fast. I know you have the power to seek out what people lust for. I need you to see who lusts after her."
"Brilliant plan, Master Zen, but a drawback."
"What's that?"
"So impolite, but I shall overlook your error, for it has been a long time since you have talked to the supernatural since you severed yourself, yes?" She continued. "Many people lust after her, Master Zen.
"What about in a capturing sense? So much to kidnap her, or perhaps the feeling has changed into achievement, maybe?" He quickly added, "Lady Persya."
She laughed daintily, happy. "You learn quickly. I shall look, wait a minute." She put down the phone, and Zen watched the clock. 15 minutes later, she got back on the phone. It seemed like an eternity for Zen.
"I found her, Master Zen. She's in Fantasy at this moment, but I do not know who has her. I hope you find her."
"So do I, Lady Persya. I am kindly in your debt."
She chuckled on the end of the phone. "You aren't, but Lady Marie is."
I felt cold water get in contact with my face, and I let out a gasp. I was on a bed, and when tried to get up, but somebody kicked me down and my face hit the soft mattress, but even that made the side of my face ache. I opened one eye to find out I was in a room with 4 tall men, looking down at me. They were all dressed in black, and beyond that it was impossible to tell anything else since the darkness hid their features.
I curled up into a ball, my body shaking. I was ass high in alligators.
"What does the boss want done with her?" One voice asked.
"Boss wants Brass to have his way with her, first. See what he can get out of her, then fix her up to see him."
"We can't have our fun?" This from a new man.
"This is a direct quote from the boss: Touch her, and I'll melt your balls off with Satan's sword himself." He sounded serious.
"I won't doubt him." I heard some footsteps and somebody pushed me with their foot. "Ya hear that, lady love? You get to go through Leader Brass; the toughest bastard here. You shouldn't be afraid of us; tis him you should be worryin' about." I raised my head slowly, and it may have taken all my might, but I shakily brought up my hand, looked at the man, and gave him the birdy.
I even managed to wave it, a little.
"Little whore-!" He yelled, and he was about to strike when a voice boomed through the entire room.
"You touch her, Phillip and I'll feed your own balls to you!" All four men jumped and turned around. It was hard to see since the room was so dark and the door was open, letting the bright lights from outside spill in, but I saw a giant lurk in the doorway. Actually, I saw his shoulders and down. The top of the doorframe hid his head. He was muscular and broad, with a thick waist. It didn't look like he was fat, though. He looked like he was dangerous.
He ducked and came into the room, his strides purposeful. One of the men stuttered, "Sir, how'd you see Phillip-?"
"I can bend over and see when an arse is defyin' order's, ya dolt. Now get the fuck out of here a'fore I rearrange your faces." All four men quickly left me and him alone, and the last one shut the door, leaving the man called Brass and I alone.
I quickly got up and tried to scramble off the bed, but soon a light turned on, and I saw the man I was here with. He was black and beautiful, the first two thoughts that came to my mind. He was beautiful in the sense of total power, muscle, and ease. His bare arms were powerful and looked like he could break me with one hand. In fact, his hands could probably span my waist, and more. He was bald, but somehow that made him all the more attractive to me. Dammit. I didn't deal with attraction well. I mean, I didn't jump their bones or something; I just… didn't do well with them. I felt like a teenager all over again.
At the moment, though, this was not the thing to be thinking. I quickly backed up to the wall and looked up at him, scared out of my mind. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized that I had lost my shoes and my sweater, and my overalls were ripped. My tank top was wrecked up, but I wasn't flashing anything, thank God.
"My name's Brass." He said roughly. He had a low voice, a deep Earth-shaking rumble emerging when he spoke. It only terrified me further. "I know who you are, but if it'd make you feel any better you can tell me anyway." No pity in his voice. Using all my courage and more, I shakily stood up and raised my eyes up to meet his.
"My name is Marie Cross. I'm really not happy to be seeing you." Because I was probably going to get raped, or die, or both, I added, "Now how the hell do you know who I am, and why was I brought here?"
"My, you're a brave one, eh?" He said, stretching back. It made me nervous. "Me and a mate have been following you for a while, about a month. I know what store you normally shop at, where you work, what you eat on a daily basis, where you live, and more. You were rather an interesting person to watch, for once in all my years at this job." He sat down in a chair I hadn't seen and watched me, a lazy smile on his face. "You're here because somebody wanted you to be. Now, I'd sit down and relax, I'm not gonna have my way with ya, yet." I sat down and glared at him.
"You're going to rape me?"
"It's only rape if you make it that way, babe."
"I guess it's going to go that way, then." I told him, dead serious.
"Love, don't fight it, just gotta go with it. If you don't, it only hurts more."
"So I'm just supposed to lay there while you take my virginity, then?" I said, pissed. "Come on here…" Brass stared down at me, and you could tell he was thinking.
"Yer a virgin?" He asked me, his voice spelling out disbelief.
"No shit, Sherlock. If you'd been watching me for a month, you would have known that."
"You live with that guy."
"That guy, as you call him, is my best friend. No sexual stuff there." I said, a blush coming to my face. My sexual life to a complete stranger, for Buddha's sake!
"Oh my God…" He said, shocked. "How'd ya manage it?" I stared at him.
"You make it sound like I've been hounded by sexually craved addicts!" I shot at him.
"Weren't ya?" He asked me, and this time, he sounded surprised.
"No!" I told him, personally offended. He shook his head.
"Ya drove them boys crazy when ya were in High School, dint ya?" He asked me, almost in a matter of fact way.
"Nope. I was overweight then." I said, honestly.
"Well, ya probably been driving them mad lately."
"Negatory to that, too." I was through talking about my love life. "So now that we've exhausted that topic, how about saying we've done it and go with that?" He looked at me for a moment, almost as if he was thinking.
"No. An' here's why." He got up, and with several long strides, he crouched down to me, and I quickly drew back, trying to mold myself with the wall. He grabbed my hand and placed it over… eek.
"Thas why." He said, looking into my eyes. "And God f'give me, but I want ya." I felt the strawberry red blush come to my cheeks, spreading through my face and down my neck to other places.
"I'm sorry?" I said. I tried drawing my hand back, but he kept it there. "Could you let go?"
"I'd rather not."
"Dammit." I refused to look at him, looking down on the floor. "You really don't know how to try and seduce a woman, do you?" He dropped my hand and I heard him sit down in front of me. I pulled my hand to my lap, looking down and trying not to flip out. My first time ever even touching that had been to a guy I only knew his name. My mind started a nice little chant of: Whore.
"'Can't say I do. I've always had the casual whore, professional an' other." He told me, without a trace of feeling to it.
"I can tell. I'm going to tell you that you're going to have to rape me if you want me, because like all the other virgin's in the world, my virginity means an awful lot to me, and I'm not going to give it up to somebody I just met and wants me." I turned to face him and looked into his eyes, "And that is final." The room was so quiet you could have cut it with a butterknife.
He stared down at me, intense. His huge hands were on his knees, and his leg's were criss-crossed, Indian style. I stared at him, a dwarf compared to him, weak and helpless, and about half his weight. He was a giant, and could take me if he wanted. I'd have no choice in the matter, but I would fight with tooth, nail, and if I had any, claw. I stared at him, and suddenly he spoke to me:
"I've made up my mind."
I waited for him to continue. My heart was pumping in my chest so hard I thought he might be able to hear it.
"I like you. You're not just another pretty face, I can tell. You've gotta lotta courage in yer li'l body, and a brain ta match. You've been th' first e'er to have the courage ta stan' up ta me. I'll not be the one ta disturb yer virginity." He said, and I felt a brilliant smile stretch across my face. I got up and walked over to where he was. With my smile still shining, I crouched down and I took his head in my hands and kissed his forehead gently. Then, I gently pulled his then to my chest and cradled it lovingly.
"Thank you." I said, and I let the tears gently fall. He waited a moment and pulled away, looking embarrassed.
"Now don' you be a thinkin' I've gone soft, I'm still a right ol' bastard, that I am." He growled down at me. I wiped my eyes my smile still brilliant and shining.
"If I weren't a virgin, I'd do you." I told him, a bit teary-eyed, but I told him none of the less.
"Don' tell me that! It'll give me blue balls."
"Oh. Sorry. " I said, feeling the blush creep up again.
"Have ya ever been kissed?" He asked me. I nodded. "Could I have a kiss, then?" I thought it over. He hadn't raped me, and so far hadn't pushed me around. Then again, he might try it when I kiss him. Hell, if he wanted to he would have done it already. Wait, he does want to. He just respects me, which is more than most of the men I know. I could spare a kiss for somebody who respects me.
I made my decision. Going up on my tip toe's, I grabbed the sides of his face gently with my hands and drew him down to me. I slowly brushed my lips against his, a scant butterflies touch, until I got daring and sought deeper into the unknown depths of his mouth.
I felt his hands on my hips, an almost protective gesture. I seemed to be good at kissing, because I heard him moan and try to deepen the kiss, and I responded and let him explore my mouth this time. Without warning, he lifted me up and I quickly supported myself by removing my hands from his face and gently placing them on his shoulder's, while I kissed him.
I can't say he wasn't good at kissing, because, oh boy, was he ever a good kisser. I reacted to his kiss like people react to an adrenaline rush: wild and crazy. After a while, I pulled back and looked into his warm chocolate eyes. They were heated with desire and looked angry that I had pulled away. Clearing my throat, I explained apologetically, "a part of you is extremely happy with that kiss." His… libido was very happy, indeed.
He nodded. "A part?" He told me, raising an eyebrow. I blushed.
"So I'm a okay kisser?" He closed his eyes and slowly let me down to my feet again. He looked down and stared at me.
"Understatement." I looked up at him, puzzled. I tried not to let it show that he hurt my feeling's.
"Oh, I thought I was pretty good…" I said. He looked down at me, and suddenly it erupted into a grin.
"I meant understatement by yer damn good, li'l lady." He told me.
"Oh wow, really?" He nodded. "Thanks for the comment. Not so bad, yourself." I teased, and that's when the door opened. I got scared all over again, panic setting in. Suddenly, I felt his arm around me and I heard Brass's voice.
"What the fuck you think yer doin' Phillip?" He bellowed out. I realized he had moved me to the side so I was hid by him, and I sighed greatfully.
"Boss wants her now. Tell her to put this one, or make her by force." I heard something fall on the floor, and another thump following the first. "Now. You've had your fun, bosses orders." He slammed the door and I heard Brass grumbling.
"I take it I'm being called to meet 'The Boss'." I said, moving to where I heard the sound of clothing and looked at the pile of clothing. Squatting, I picked up a flimsy dress and examined it, horrified. "What the hell is this?"
"Your dress." He said, amused. At me, I guessed.
"THIS IS A DRESS?" I screeched, looking at him. "You people have an odd way of dressing, then. Where's the rest of it?"
"That is the rest of it." He had a chuckle hidden in his voice, I could tell. I glared at him.
"My God…" I looked at it, trying to imagine how people get in it. It was flimsy and looked like it didn't cover what it was supposed to cover. The Catholic side of me screamed Purgatory. But then again, it'd been yelling that when I'd kissed Brass. I turned around to Brass, and gave him the look. "Turn around."
"Dammit. Really?"
"Yes. Turn." He grumbled, but turned. I heard him say under his breath, "Can't even let a man be satisfied with a peek..."
IThe dress was a screaming shade of red, that looked like a piece of fabric that covered my breasts, then wrapped very loosely around my stomach, like a vine around the trunk of a tree. It then was attached to a knee length skirt that had a slit near my right leg. The wanted me to wear a red garter and thong. At this rate, I was thinking they didn't want me to wear panties. I didn't know what I looked like, but I didn't need a mirror to know my chest was about to burst from the damned thing.
They also included red fuck-me heels. Four inch spikes, at least. In them, I discovered a small make up kit with concealer and a mirror. Looking into the mirror, I saw that I had a small black eye from Margaret, then a large, ugly looking bruise from the bastard's gun earlier that evening. I also had some bruises elsewhere, but I hoped with concealer it wouldn't be too noticeable.
My hair was a tangled mess, so I attempted to untangle it a bit and let it drape down my back in thick waves. I put on some lipstick and mascara, and then finally some eyeliner. I hated all that damn stuff, but I wanted to look nice. It wasn't until after I was done applying it all that I realized, why the hell did I want to look good for this guy, anyway? Damn. It was too late to wipe it all off and look terrible. I decided I wouldn't cover up the bruises. I figured they'd be happy to see the handiwork they caused. "You can turn now." I told Brass, looking helplessly at the shoes. How women managed to keep those on and walk around in them was beyond me. I sat down and tried on the shoes, and then attempted to wind them up my legs like they were made to do. Tying them just below my knees, I felt like a cheap whore. I got the other one on and tied it, then shakily got to my feet. I turned around and looked at Brass.
Brass stared at me, his expression hard. I squirmed under his gaze, and muttered, "I'd wish people wouldn't glare at me like that. You and Zen seem to be doing that a lot to me, lately." He shook his head.
"Damn…" He said, shocked. "Damn… Thass all I can say. Now we gotta go before we both git 'n trouble." He stepped forward and opened the door like a gentleman.
"Um.. Thank You." I said politely, stepping through the door. The bright light's hurt my eyes, and I flinched, then opened them slowly so my eyes could adjust.
I was I a club. Dancer's that wore more than I did (which said something about the dress I was wearing…!) walked by in head pieces and sequins. We were in a hall way with several days lined up and directly across from one another, and I felt a hand at my elbow gripping me firmly. Brass lead me through the crowd, and I felt my blush come up again when many of the girl's stared, glared, or whistled as I went by. I wanted a burka, and soon.
Soon we were out of the hallway and in the main room. It was a new club, with a glittering black floor, stage with girls already dancing, a bar, and the black light's were blinking, about to go on. Brass took my hand and laid it in the crook of his arm, and we headed down a spiral staircase I had missed before. As we made our way down the stairs, I felt many people look up and stare at us, and I blushed further. "You look red asa beet." Brass rumbled in what I assumed was a whisper.
"You would too if you were in my position. I look like a whore!" I mumbled hotly, clutching Brass's arm as we went down the stairs. I still hadn't caught the knack of walking in the heels yet.
"If I was in yer position, it would be real damn embarrassin', me bein' n a dress 'n all." Brass told me, and he managed to crack a smile out of me. "There we go, babe, smile 'n the face o' fear." He told me, approving.
He walked me to a table near the back corner of the room. Where a group of people sat, drinking and laughing. A man looked up and saw Brass, and with a smile on his face, excused himself from the group. He then came to us and spoke.
"I'm rather surprised it took you this long." He nodded over to the left. "He's waiting for you." He raised his arm and showed us where there was another table in the back of the room in the shadow, with two buff-looking men on either side of a person, who was hidden by the shadows. I figured the buff-looking guys were bodyguards, and the guy in the middle in the shadow's was "The Boss." I wanted to ram him in the balls.
Brass pulled out a seat for me, and as I sat down, I heard a voice. "The dress suits you." It was low, threatening, and made my skin crawl. "I was told you looked particularly ravishing in red. Thought, I do admit the bruises do set off the dress a little." I swallowed and watched as Brass stood beside me, waiting for something. "Brass, you may sit on my right." Brass walked over and sat where he was told, like a little dog. It reminded me of the age where African Americans were slaves. I took a sip of water so I wouldn't vomit. "Did she please you, Brass? If not, I will have her with you tonight to you are satisfied." I looked at Brass from the corner of my eye, and saw nothing.
"She satisfied me plenty, Sir." Brass said, his voice betraying no emotional.
"Good, good, else I'd have to teach her a lesson…" He put his gloved hands together, and I had the distinct feeling that he was looking at me. "I have a favor to ask of you, Marie."
"You may address me as Ms. Cross." I snapped, then slapped my hand over my mouth, mentally kicking myself at my outburst.
"I may address you as what I wish, since you are hostage and I am captor." He picked up his wine glass and sipped, but he was still in the shadows and I could not see what he was doing. "What would you like to eat? I gather you are hungry." In truth, I was starving, but I managed only to pick out small things from the options they gave me.
"I gather since you kidnapped me you are in need of me?" I asked, sipping my wine.
"Indeed. I need to use your talent."
"I do not believe I am at anybody's service for my talent.
"I'd reconsider."
"Or?" I said dispassionately. "You'll threaten me? Rape me? Kill me? Wait, too late. Already done all those." Was I smart ass or what?
"I'll kill all your loved ones." He said evenly. My blood ran cold. I knew that he would, and he'd torture them and enjoy doing it. The thought of my family, my mother and father, my sisters Theresa and Mary-Clare, my brothers Jay, John and Dwight, their children… I saw my nieces and newphews in front of me, laughing. Jocelyn asleep with me rocking her, Rachel and I reading a book, Cassidy and I playing tag, me throwing Robert up in the air… I saw my brothers arguing about a new game, I saw Theresa knitting at home in the red dog chairs, and I saw Mary-Clare typing madly at the computer, creating new worlds and people. I saw many others, but one that stood out wa Zen, his stomach open and his intestines open to the air, his eyes staring at nothing…
But, that didn't mean he would do it to them anyway.
The thought sickened me so much that I actually felt the world spin. I braced myself, hands in front of me, grasping the table. When my vision cleared, I spoke: "Will you give me your Life Vow that you will not harm my loved ones if I do what you ask of me?" A bold move on my part, but if he wasn't giving me his word, I wouldn't budge.
"I give you my Life Vow that I will not harm your loved ones if you do as I ask." He said this calmly.
I closed my eyes and tried to clear my throat. It was happening. The thing I had most tried to prevent, was happening. I would lose all the one's I held dear and be sought and hunted for the rest of my life.
My voice broke as I clutched the tablecloth with my hands, crumpling the smooth fabric. "What… do you want me to do." I asked, and I felt something inside me break. I don't know what it was, but I know that I lost something.
"Now we eat, then we start work." Our food had arrived and I picked out, suddenly not as hungry as I had been before. If my captor noticed this, he didn't mind. Brass didn't seem phased at all, and ate his food, then stared at mine. "Help yourself." I said miserably, and he ate mine too. Growing man. "Now, let Brass escort you to the back room and we shall start." Brass got up and pulled out my chair and grabbed my elbow, helping me up.
I got up, feeling numb, and I didn't even see where we were going. Brass tried talking to me, but I didn't hear any of it. I was in my own world filled with despair and solitude. When we came to the room, two men took me by each arm and chained me to a chair, in front of a long table. I hadn't even noticed there was a table in the room. I lifted my head and looked around.
I was in a room that might have qualified as a basement. Original red brick lined the walls and there was a damp taste in the air. I waited for somebody to come, and I wasn't disappointed. The "Boss" as everyone called him, arrived and sat down in front of me, but he was still a ways off. One of the men brought over a stack of books and set in front of me. I noticed that more people had come, this time with various objects: Guns, crucifix's, pentacles, and more. One of the men grabbed a book, opened it to a certain page, and shoved it in my face. There was a section where I was supposed to read, highlighted in green. Taking a deep breath, I began to read:
"He whirled, his fangs running out and his hands clawing in front of him…" I read, and already the picture of Eric sprang into my mind. The familiar sensation came back to me and I felt the woosh of air fly past me, coming fromt the book. Bits of color from the room that Eric the Viking had come from flew in the air, and soon, a toe came out of the book, followed by a calf leg, then a leg, and from then on up. Soon, Eric the Vampire looked straight at me, and erupted into a fit of hissing, his eyes cold and ready for a fight.
I got the feeling he was not pleased.
He stared down at me, since he was standing ontop of the table. I must have been a sight, chained to a chair in a room full of men. Eric's pale blue eyes looked down at me, his eyes surveying the scene around him with a predator's air of practice. Finally, he spoke: "And where am I at?" This sounded slightly slurred, since his fangs were out.
Since nasty things happened if I didn't speak to them first, I hastily did. "You're at a club somewhere. You see, I was threatened with my loved one's if I didn't bring you out of the book you were in. I'm really sorry…" I said, but I felt a huge impact on the side of my face, and my head flew back and before I could fall over… somebody was holding my shoulders. I instantly heard the clicking of guns preparing to be fired. I opened my eyes to see Eric holding my shoulders so I wouldn't fall over. "I thought you were the one who hit me."
He shook his head, and his long blonde hair swept into his face. "No, that man was the one who hit you. He's on the floor now." He jerked his head, indicating the lifeless heap on the floor that had a hole through its head. I was suddenly very happy I didn't eat anything earlier.
"I see. I supposed I should thank you."
"That would be nice."
"Thank You. Why'd you help me?"
"You are a very attractive woman." Oh. At least he was truthful.
"Oh… Thanks again." I saw something behind him, and I yelled, "Watch out!" He whirled around and a giant crucifix was stuck in his face. He hissed at it, and suddenly he stopped dead cold, like a statue. The Boss chuckled.
"One step ahead of the monsters." He said, pleased. I looked up at him, angry.
"Eric is not a monster!" I yelled at him. He shrugged.
"Still all the same. Read the next book."
I focused on the next book and immediately froze. My favorite series. I automatically pictured him ontop of a rock, watching the horizon, his weapon at his side… and at the same instant, I wished: "I wish I could get Eric and I out of here."
And suddenly, the wind started up, but instead of coming from the book, it was sucking into the book. "What the hell?" I asked, and just as I said that, the door opened and there stood Michael with a giant sword, and behind him, in some weird armor. Behind him, I saw…
"Zen?" I asked, and then I saw Eric and I getting sucked into the book.