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Chapter 6: What Peter Found
Warnings: Torture actions.
Peter looked around and was amazed to see, not earth, but iced walls and bright light.
So much for keeping in the shadows, he thought. He placed his hand into his cloak and held the handle of this sword, incase he needed to strike. Taking a deep breath, he moved closer to the wall and began to edge down the passage.
He walked for a while. He thought it was strange that the Witch hadn't put guards at the entrance. He felt an uneasy feeling come upon him, like he was being watched.
Well what do you expect? He said to himself, You are breaking into the Witch's hideout.
Up ahead he noticed a turn in the passage. He hurried to it and stopped at the edge. He could hear voices around the corner. He tried to listen but he was too far away. He slowly pocked his head around the corner and instantly withdrew.
On the other side was a great space, like a hall. Much like the throne room back at Cair Paravel, expect there weren't four thrones, there were two. There were also a long line of the Witch's guards, along both walls.
He stole another quick look and this time saw the Witch sitting at one of the thrones. Beside her stood a boy, perhaps a few years older then himself. He seemed to be talking to the Witch, she was nodding and reply to his words.
He must be her son, Peter thought. Unfortunately he had stayed watching to long. One of the guards saw him quickly withdraw. Peter knew he had been seen. He backed away from the edge of the wall and quietly pulled out his sword.
He had been right. Two guards appeared at the entrance of the bend. Before they even got a good look at him, Peter attacked, bring the guards down, before they could raise the alarm.
Quickly looking up, Peter felt relief sweep over him. The Witch was too engrossed with the convocation of her son to have noticed anything. Her son had his back to him and before any of the other guards saw anything, he quietly dragged the two dead bodies away from sight.
He looked down at them, an idea sprung in his head. One was rather tall, probably a little taller then Peter. His armor would fit Peter perfectly…
Meanwhile, Susan sat in the dungeon Peter had seen her in. It was cold, extremely cold. Oh, why hadn't she taken her cloak? More importantly, why, oh, why hadn't she told the others of what the Witch had made her do?
She looked down at the fingers of her left hand. They were bruised. She held back tears at the memory of that torture chamber, the way that hammer had come crushing down on her fingers. They had them pulled her to a machine, strapped her fingers into it and turned it on.
At first she had wondered what it was supposed to do, until she felt extreme pain and a sickening sound of popping. It had hurt so much, but she didn't cry or beg for mercy. She had bit down hard on her lip to stop the tears from coming. She didn't want to give them the satisfaction…
As fast as he could Peter put the armor over his clothes and placed the helmet over his head. Luckily the helmet hid his face, so he looked very much like one of the Witch's guards.
Quickly he glanced around the side of the wall, ready to put his plan into action.
He ran out from around the corner and called, "Your majesty, the prisoner has escaped! The Daughter of Eve, I was walking past her dungeon and she was gone, the door has been pulled of its hinges."
The Witch stopped her convocation and stood, everyone in the hall turned to look at Peter. There was silence.
Please, please fall for it, Peter pleaded silently
"Guards," she screamed, "You know what to do."
Suddenly all the guards in the hall began to hurry off towards the left and Peter noticed that there was another passage. Quickly as he could he blended in with the crowd, hoping the Witch would not seek him out to question him.
Thankfully, she was too busy concerning over what Peter had said, and seemed to forget all about him.
"When you find her, bring her to me!" the Witch called
There was a great hurry down the passage; Peter followed the large group down a long spiral of stairs. He wondered how in the Witch had been able to make all this, especially since Edmund had broken her wand.
Worry about the Witch's secret's later, Peter said to himself, All you have to do is concentrate on finding Susan and getting out of here unnoticed.
Finally they came down to a dark passage and along the walls were steel, not ice. There were also torches along the walls.
"Okay," Peter said quietly to himself, "I think this is it."
Sure enough he was right. He made himself fall behind, until he was last of the group. When he was sure none were behind him, he fell into the shadows. Slowly he edged along the walls and stopped when the sight of the other guards came in view again. Quietly and quickly he removed the armor and placed his hood over his head, sending him into darkness.
He watched the scene in front of him, "Han' on," he heard one of the guards say, "She still in 'ere, an' the doors still on an' all-"
"What are you all doing down here?" asked another guard coming down a stairway from the other end, "Has the mistress increased security?"
"Nah," said the same guard, "Someone said she'd escaped an' the door was hangin' off its hinges."
"Which idiot said that? I've been here all along and she hasn't escaped, coz she's still here," said the other guard scowling "Go back and tell the Queen there's no trouble."
The other guards started scowling and grumbling too. They all started slouching back towards Peter. He backed into the black wall, to avoid being walked into.
Peter bit back a laugh. These guards were either very bad at their job or they were blind because they didn't even glance around or notice a tall boy standing against the wall.
Wow, Peter thought sarcastically, The Witch really has made her comeback with buying the dumbest soldiers.
He waited until the last soldier was out of sight before he moved. Knowing he had minutes, he hurried towards the protecting a cell, came up behind the guard and sliced his throat with a small knife.
When the guard had fallen to the ground, Peter replaced his dagger under his cloak, and hurried to the barred cell.
"Susan," he said into the darkness, "Susan."
He saw something move and he heard his younger sister's voice, "Peter?"
He smiled when he saw her hurry to him, "Oh, Peter, how did you get in here?"
"I'll explain later, but I need to get you out of here. We only have minutes," Peter said
"The keys," Susan pointed to the dead guard, "He has the keys on his belt."
Reaching down he pushed he guard onto his back and saw a set of keys on his belt. Quickly he seized them and worked them from the belt.
Straightening he looked at them and his stomach dropped. There were not a few sets of keys on the ring, but what looked like a hundred.
"Oh, wonderful," said Peter sarcastically. He looked back at Susan who bit her lip, "We don't have time to try them all," he said
Dropping the keys he looked around and spotted a few weapons on the walls. He spotted an axe. He pulled it from the wall and walked back to cell.
"Okay," he said, "Stand back."
As hard as he could he slammed the axe down on he bolt on the door. Nothing happened. He tried again, and again and again. Eventually the bolt snapped and broke; Peter grinned and threw the axe on the floor.
Susan pushed the door open and ran straight into Peter's arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
"I'm so sorry, Peter," she whispered, "For everything."
"You do know it was all a very good plan," said a voice
The two siblings turned their heads and saw the Witch's son come towards them. He held a sword in his hand, but he leaned lazily on it and watched Susan and Peter with a smirk on his face.
"It really was," he said, "It was very good, up until now. Tell me Peter, did you make up a plan for what would happen if you got caught?"
Peter glared at him, but he pulled away from Susan and pulled his sword out. The Witch's son just laughed, "Are you challenging me Peter? I do hope you know that I am older then you are and I have more sword-fighting skills."
"Shall we put them to test then?" Peter spat
Peter was the first to attack. He struck hard. Susan stood back and looked around. She saw a dagger on the floor and recognized it. It was the same dagger the Witch's son had used to cut her cheek.
She picked it up and quickly hide it inside one of boots. She looked up when she heard a small cry of pain. It was Peter. The Witch's son had knocked him to the ground and stabbed him in the shoulder.
"Okay Susan," he said, "Here's the deal. The two of you go back into the cell or I kill your brother."
Susan bit her lip. She had listened to their deals before and look where it has got them? But on the other hand Peter would die…
"Come on Susan," he said, "I haven't got all day."
"I have a better deal," said Susan, she pulled out the dagger from inside her boot, "A better deal that includes you being dead."
As quick as a flash Susan threw the dagger at the young man, hitting him in the lower stomach. She saw his eyes widen in pain, but didn't waste anytime. She picked up the axe and hurried to him and swung it to the back of his knees, he fell to them and she swung the axe into his stomach, making him double over in pain.
He fell to the side, blood spilling from his armor. She dropped the axe and her broken fingers ached most then ever. She watched Peter pulled the sword from his shoulder and sit up. He threw the sword aside and picked up his own. He placed it safely back in its shield.
Peter looked up at her in amazement, "When did you learn to fight like that?"
"I have watched you and Edmund practice," she smirked at him
He got up and winced slightly at his injured shoulder.
"Let me see" Susan said
He shook his head, "No time for that and don't worry about it; I've had worse injuries."
Susan looked around, "We need to hurry. Somebody will have heard something"
Peter went to move back to the way he came, but Susan grabbed his hand with her unbroken one, "There's another way out. It's much quicker and less guarded then the way you came in."
He looked at her and grinned, "Lead the way."
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