Title: Trapped

Rated: M

Disclaimer: Neopets not mine.

Letter: Yo, I hope you've liked the story I out out so far, because I'm going to keep putting out more and more chappies whether you mother fuckers like it or not, haha, jk. I'll keep writing if you keep reading. J Anyways, here is the next installment of "Trapped".

Chapter Five

Psychics And Stairways

Over the coarse of a week there had been no real plundering of treasure. I the same week there had been no real activity coming from Polly as she'd stay in her room twenty-four seven. Cookie brought her a plate of food for all three meals since she'd seen for herself what'd happened. She kept silent about it though since she didn't want to cause a mutiny or worse. She spotted Garin look concerned over at her door as he passed it a few times. He turned to see her and came up to her.

Garin: Hey Cookie, do you have any idea why Polly hasn't been out of her room? It's silly staying cooped up all day when there's treasure to be taken.

Cookie: Well, I heard her mention that she might have the Neoflu. She hasn't been feeling well as far as I know.

Garin looked shocked.

Garin: Neoflu? Then we need to get Victor in her room as fast as possible. He's the medical expert He'll know what's what with her.

Garin went off to look for Victor as Cookie came up knocking softly on Polly's door.

A muffled voice came from the door.

Polly: Go away!

Cookie: Polly, it's me, cookie.

Polly:…..Come on in.

Cookie came in to see her sitting up in her bed with a sad and depressed look on her face. She sighed and did the best she could to smile softly.

Cookie: Hey, I came to see how you were feeling.

Cookie sat on the end of her bed and felt her forehead. She looked worried as she felt how hot her forehead was.

Cookie: Oh man, you're fever just won't lift will it?

Another knock came at the door. Before anyone could answer Garin and a pirate Acara came walking right in. The Acara was Victor and he'd been the ship's doctor ever since the Black Pawkeet had set sail.

Victor brought out his doctor's bag and went over with Garin to check up on her.

Victor: Eye, lets 'ave a looksie 'ere. Are you feeling well miss Polly?

She frowned at him impatiently.

Polly: No.

Victor checked her temperature and her blood pressure. He even checked her pillow to see if she'd been sweating. He listened to her breath and then to her heart beat. His eyes widened as he slapped his forehead.

Victor: Well my god Polly, you've got the Neoblues. The only cure for that is a tasty pie and those are harder to come by then allot of paint brushes.

Polly: Heh, that's fine. Do we have any hard alcohol on the boat. Maybe a shot of whisky will make me feel a little better.

(Garin's POV)

She looked like she'd lost all hope. Garin didn't want her drinking. Not now, not like this.

Garin: Hey Vic, isn't there any alternatives to cure her of her illness?

Victor turned to him looking grimly.

Victor: Only one way, go to Faerieland to the water faerie of the healing springs. The only one who knows how to get to Faerieland without the aid of flight is a pschic woman who sells her wares on Scurvy Island.

Garin frowned and rubbed his chin with his thumb and forefinger.

Garin: I guess we have no choice, She does most of the tracking of the treasure now and it'd be a shame to lose her to something silly as Neoblues. Especially since she does a good job at her work.

They sailed for scurvy island taking as little time as they had to finding the psychic woman's home. It was in a rather broken down, getto neighborhood. A sign with a hand had a title. "Psychic Visions and Good Luck Trinkets." Was what they read before entering a small blue house made of wood. A wocky in gypsy clothing came through strands of beads that hung on a door way she'd walked through. She wore a concerned look on her face as she spotted Cookie and Garin coming inside. A business card at a desk read "Hilda the Many". She carried a silver pendant in her right hand and walked up to them casually.

Hilda: My dearies, what hast though come to see me for?

Garin: We have to find the staircase that will lead us to Faerieland. We have a friend that is fallen ill to the Neoblues and we must get her there quickly before it's too late.

Hilda: Ah, but sir, you must allow me to see her if it is true she has the Neoblues. Then I can tell you what caused her to catch it in the first place.

Garin nodded and they led her to the boat and into the bed she laid in. Hilda put her hand on Polly's forehead weaving her fingers into her hair. She closed her eyes and opened them, her eyes now glowing like watchtower beams.

Hilda: I see…a locket being thrown overboard by own of the crew men on this very boat. A hard childhood with an event that seemed to scar her for life. And a feeling of loneliness. There was someone watching the locket drop into the water, they know who did this.

Hilda closed her eyes and took her hand away from Polly and took a ring from her finger as payment. She then opened her eyes having them back to normal. She looked over at Cookie.

Hilda: Indeed, you Cookie know who threw Polly's locket into the watery depths of the ocean. Throwing that one item into the ocean was a last straw for her.

Garin looked over to her.

Garin: You saw someone throw Polly's locket in the ocean?

Cookie bit her lip nervously and being too anxious to speak she only nodded.

Garin: Well why don't you tell me who?

She looked over at him pulling herself together quickly.

Cookie: Captain, you will be angry if I tell you who did it?

Garin chuckled a bit.

Garin: Try me.

Cookie: Jacques was jealous that you'd been spending more time with Polly….and I guess he'd gotten a hold on her locket and dropped it right in front of her as a sort of re….

Garin's face went an ugly red as he went over to a chair and sat down. He frowned over to where Polly was sleeping, turning a bit.

Garin: Cookie, go get Jacques for me.

Cookie: Eye Captain.

With that she left without another word. Garin looked at Hilda, still frowning.

Garin: What kind of event were you talking about earlier? What happened that was traumatic?

Hilda turned from Polly with a grim look.

Hilda: Well….would you like to see for yourself?

Garin: Yes

OO Meanwhile OO

Jacques was playing poker with a few others when Cookie barged in grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

Jacques: Hey you stupid bitch! What the hell are you doing?

Cookie: That's what we're going to ask YOU! Garin asked me to get your sorry ass whether you liked it or not.

She led him into Polly's room and seen Garin in total shock as Hilda lifted her hand from his face. She turned her overly mascara covered eyes to Jacques.

Hilda: So, this is the boy who did wrong to the lady. Why did you throw her locket in the water lad? Was there jealousy?

Jacques just looked uncaringly at the sick teenager that held tightly onto her covers.

Jacques: So what if I was jealous of the stupid bitch, she deserved what she got.

At the Garin jumped up and was about to sock Jacques in the face.

Hilda: Garin! STOP!

Hilda got in front of Jacques protecting him.

Hilda: I have a better way he can pay her back.

Garin stopped as he glared at Jacques.

Garin: Whatever you think is best, but I will tell you he is no friend of mine.

Jacques wincedas if those words had stung. Hilda smirked however.

Hilda: His punishment should not be to be beaten to a pulp. Instead, he should experience what I have shown you Garin. Only he will feel the same pain as Polly had felt that night. In addition he will also take her up Heaven's Staircase to Faerieland by himself.

Garin nodded in approval as Jacques sat in another chair with his arms crossed.

Jacques: Fine, but good will me knowing what little pain she knows? I don't know.

With that Hilda placed her hands over his face as a white light came from them blinding him for a second. When his vision came back he found himself in a dressing room. A five year old version of Polly sat in a comfy looking recliner giggling as a blonde woman made a funny face. The blond woman wore a beautiful white silk dress and had her hair done elegantly in a ponytail that had been laced with white and yellow flowers. She then tickled her playfully making her giggle. When she stopped she hugged and kissed her on the cheek.

Polly: Mom, I love you.

Mother: I love you too Sweety.

Polly: Am I your best friend?

Mother: Your not just my best friend, you're my BFFL.

Polly giggled jumping up and down as she smiled cheerfully.

Polly: Best Friends For Life, yep yep.

Her mother smiled sweetly and left to apply more make up. As that happened there was a knock at the door.

Polly: I'll get it.

Polly opened the door revealing a rather handsome man whom had long, sleek black hair pulled and tied into a neat little ponytail.

Stranger: Hello, is your mother available young one? I wanted to show her something cool that I've found.

Polly's eyes lit up as she grinned.

Polly: Really? Let me have a look.

The man giggled and handed her a bouquet of white and yellow flowers that seemed to match her mother's hair.

Polly: Thanks sir, I'll give it to her straight away.

Polly ran to her mother handing her the flowers.

Polly: Mommy, some guy brought these flowers to you.

She took them smiling sweetly until her eyes grew wide from shock. Polly was shoved away as hundreds of knives flew out of the bouquet stabbing deeply into the young unaged mother several times. Deeply rooted pain shot through Jacque's chest as he saw the young Polly get up crying, hot tears seeping down his eyes as well as her. She shuddered and got to her feet running to her dying mother.

Polly: Mommy!….Please…please don't die!

The young dying mother let her hand rest on Polly's cheek as she smiled sweetly one last time.

Mother: Love, I'm so sorry. I didn't want it to ever be like this. I'm not going to be your best friend for much longer.

Polly sobbed as snot dibbled down her nose.

Polly: But you said we are BFFL's! How could you take it back like that?

Mother: It's not my choice love….I'm sorry….I love y….

With that she'd passed away. All the emotions running through Jacques pulled him into a sort of depression that seemed impossible to pull one's self out of. It felt as though all hope was lost, and all the happiness had been drained from him. The same man came back into the room and smirked down at the little girl.

Stranger: Heh heh heh, so…there was a survivor after all.

Polly got up screaming at him, her face turning tomato red.

Polly: SHUT UP YOU GODDAMNED FOOL. I HATE YOUR FUCKING GUTS. YOU SHOULD GO STRAIGHT TO HELL FOR WHAT YOU'VE JUST PUT ME TH-

She was cut off as the stranger grabbed her throat only tightly enough to cut off her air.

Stranger: I am Atnas Seize, I do not take crap from little girls or anyone else for that matter. Your mother had it in for me so I paid her back for what she had planned. You are just as stupid as she is so I guess I should give you a gift for your foolishness.

He slammed her face first into the floor and ripped her dress off taking out a knife he held her down. She screamed and struggled, tears streaming down her cheeks, as he carved a perfect triangle into the flesh of her right shoulder making blood trickle down her back. After he'd finished he left her unconscious from the pain o the cut, lying on the floor with no clothing on but the tattered dress he'd destroyed. The vision ended as the room came back into focus, Jacques had tears streaming down his face as the weight of his guilt for what he'd done had finally caught him, allong with the pain of the event. Hilda took her hand away and handed him a roll of paper.

Hilda: Here is your map to Heaven's Staircase. I am now on my way. Have a good day.

She left without another word, taking the wedding ring on Polly's finger as payment. No one but Garin would know what Jacques had seen and without another word Garin and Cookie left Jacques alone with Polly as she snored softly and shuffled and tossed. Jacques looked dwn at her as he'd gotten up and no longer knew what he'd been doing all allong. What was he to do? You'll see nex Chapter in "Trapped"

To Be Continued…..