Burning and Leaving

Chrys was struggling with the bindings of rope tied tightly across torso, wrists, and ankles in the back of a van. The kidnappers sewed the hood shut closed while they knocked her out so she couldn't see everything very well. She doubted that she wanted to, either. It seemed that every time Chrys struggled the ropes only got tighter. She could feel the bracelet on her wrist, covered by the sleeve of her shirt, as it pressed against her skin.

She wanted to use her powers but she knew this day would come anyway, so what's the point of using her powers to escape. Besides, Shatina was taught everything Chrys knew about the forest and Doc would help her as much as he could. But she struggled anyway and tried to escape without her powers.

Chrys heard the vehicle stop causing her to roll to the doors with a large thud. 'Ouch', the "nymph" thought and felt space in front of her, then fell on, what she thought was, the ground, 'OUCH!' The forest dweller felt two hands on to each arm and was being dragged towards somewhere. With the little vision she was allowed, she could see a large square of dark brown and two golden rectangles.

She saw that one of the men grabbed the rectangle and split the giant square in half, before tossing her in like a sack of potatoes on the ground. The whole room was dark and it was hard to see anything in the room with the hood in the way but she could see the room, or barn, had a window on the left. She hated the fact that she had to do what she was thinking, but she had to do it. She rolled over so she was facing the floor crawled like an inchworm to get the window. How humiliating.

When she looked out of it, she could see a large figure that looked like a giant butter churner through the shut hood. What were they planning on doing to the outcast? Make butter out of her? The figure stood about ten feet tall, with the lights they used to see, she saw it was brown at the handle and a honey color at the base of it. She needed to get out of there but how was the question. Then she remembered she had powers in the first place, 'geez how stupid can you get?'

Using her mind, the greenery mistress created a vine of ivy and blindly guided it to at least the window. Suddenly a greenish yellow form came nowhere killing the vine on the ground. There stood the figure of a man six feet tall holding something cylinder in his hands. He seemed like he was sparing a look at her, most likely scowling, and walked away from the window to an unknown destination. If she was not covered by her hood, then her scowl of annoyance would have shown.

What was she to do now? Wait till the town's people torture her? 'Yeah, right', she answered as she struggles again but getting the same result as she had done the first time she tried. With a groan she tried to untie the binds of her hands.

Meanwhile

"Vhat do you mean, Chrys is in trouble", Kurt exclaimed while the jet landed back to the ground, standing. The others looked incredibly at the silvery bird that seemed so unreal. Shatina looked like she was panicking by the way her wings flapped and beak opened in exhaustion. "Vhat happened after I left", Kurt asked.

Her feet landed on his awaiting arm and explained, "After you left, two men came with some kind of gas that knocked Chrys out and sewed Chrys's hood and tied Chrys up then dragged Chrys to a van. Doc came to the forest to check on you and Chrys and told us to stay put in the forest." Her eyes were filled to the brim with worry and her lower beak moved up and down as if it were quivering. "I think the two men will give Chrys to the town to kill Chrys."

Kurt's eyes widened miles long; then narrowed golden daggers at the situation. Chrys was in trouble and he needed to get to her, quickly. He turned to the others and asked his unspoken question. They all nodded in agreement to the demonic looking mutant before heading into town, hiding from the locals of the town. They hid behind a large brush of bushes by city hall and a garden watching what was happening.

Kurt found horror in the sight in front of them. A stake stood straight from its post menacingly on the throne of hay below it. So many memories in one glance, it scared him all the more. A finger tapped on his shoulder with impatience, the golden eyed teen looked at Scott with confusion. It was then he saw a vine with morning glories grow towards what looked like a funeral home because of the coffin that lay refuge next to the door. The vine moved somewhat like a snake then a man as tall as Logan used some kind of plant killer and glanced at the glass with a sneer, and then moved to the other side in a pace.

"Seems like the people here don't exactly like Chrys", calculated Wolverine, looking at the funeral home with a dangerous lit in his eyes. Kurt kept his sights on the doors of the morgue. Chrys was in there with coffins and bodies of the dead. He needed to find a way to get her out of there and now. Suddenly, a speech from Jory was starting the town square at first the whole crowd gathering was so silent a pin could drop and people in Canada could hear.

"For nearly ten to eleven years, we have suffered the torture of the dreaded nymph." He motioned for two men to go to the coffin house. "She has killed three of our people. She takes our food, our clothes, our devices in return she kills us. It is time to stop." A large uproar gave out raising guns, pitchforks, and such in the air in agreement. "Tonight a murderer dies on the stake for everyone to see. Behold the Nymph of the Forest!"

The crowd was at its loudest then with a loud cry. There formed a gaping line to the between and, low and behold, was the two men who kidnapped Chrys and the forest dweller herself struggling to get free of her bindings. So she was tied to the stake so tightly it looked like it could cut off air supply. Soon the local priest came to 'purify' her. "Ve're leaving viz her intact."

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