Chapter 3~ Woot. This one has some violence and more lovey-dovey stuff.
There happened to be a note attatched to the window, which read:
Dear Butler of the Maydestone household,
We have taken Sophia Maydestone, if you haven't noticed that yet. She is being held captivee and being tortured while you're reading this. Come to the abandoned house on the hill with ten grand by dawn, or she dies. Isaac frowned at the letter. Obviously these people had no idea who they were dealing with. However it did worry him. They mentioned tortured.
"Well, I bet Sophia wouldn't want me to give them the money, but I can't let her die either." He smirked, knowing how easy this was going to be.
He jumped out the window and into the night, humming an ominous tune. Doo dooo do do do do doooo...
When he reached the house, it was surrounded by men with rifles. How old fashioned could they get? If you want to kill someone, you may as well set up some traps or something, Isaac thought chuckling.
He smoothly walked around the outside where there was an opening, and past all of the men directly to the house. Too easy.
Once again, there were guards everywhere. Some of them had swords. One of them ran towards him with a large sword, but he easily blocked it with one hand. Then he turned it around and stabbed the man in the chest.
The other men in the room, and probably the whole house, came then. Isaac jumped up in the air, and walked ontop of their heads to the stairs, where his "instincts" lead him to.
He opened the door, to see a horrible looking man with a knife to Sophia's neck, using the other hand to hold her by her hair. Sophia was sitting on his lap. Honestly, she looked like crap. She had a bleeding lip, and a wound above her left eye. There was also blood trickling from where the knife was, suggesting he was putting pressure on her neck.
There were bruises all over her, and her night clothes were in a terrible condition. There were also ropes tying her hands together. She looked absolutely hopeless, but she didn't show it. There was a glint of happiness when she saw Isaac, which quickly went away.
"So, did you bring the money?" The man had a low voice.
"Possibly. I see Sophia is here." He said, smiling and earning a snort from Sophia, who then got a yank on her hair.
"I'll ask again, did you bring the money or not?" The man was obviously agitated.
"My Lady, did you want me to leave you to your business or would you like to return home?" Isaac said, ignoring the question completely. Sophia narrowed her eyes, making a slight growling noise.
"Fine then! I don't need that! Once she's dead, I will just take the Maydestone fortune for myself!" The man said, pressing the knife deeper. Sophia gasped, and more blood flowed down her neck.
"I-Isaac," she choked out. "Don't let me die!" She said with more force.
"Yes, my lady." He bowed, and his eyes started to glow a bright crimson. The man stopped applying pressure to Sophia's neck.
"Let her go." Isaac said, smiling brightly. "Or you will be gone in the blink of an eye." The man, shaking all over, let go of Sophia, who crumpled to the ground. She was bleeding more than before, and coughing like crazy. She rolled over to her side, curling up in a tight ball.
Isaac bent down and picked up Sophia with one hand. She buried her head in his shoulder, and hugged him tight enough to make a normal person scream.
"Kill them. Kill them all." She murmered in his ear.
"Yes, my lady." Suddenly, the room burst into flames. Everything you looked at, was on fire. It looked like the air was burning. The only thing the flames had not clung to was
Sophia and Isaac. "Have a fun trip. This is just a glimpse of what it will look like where you're going." Isaac said, now holding Sophia close to his chest.
He jumped out and started on the trip home. Isaac took off his jacket and put it around Sophia, since she was in just her night clothes.
On the way, Sophia had fallen asleep, lulled by Isaacs heartbeat ad the tune that he was humming.
About ten minutes away from the mansion, Sophia woke up. "...Isaac?" Sophia said, obviously tired. "Where are we going?"
"Back to the house." He said, smiling down at her.
"Oh..." She yawned, snuggling into his shoulder. "I like where I am now, though..." Isaac chuckled at this. She would never say any of this if she was in the right mind. Luckily, she wasn't.
"And why is that?" Isaac asked, having fun with it.
"Because... Because it's warm... and soft... and..." Her voice trailed off, as she fell asleep again.
He smiled and continued on his way. Finally making it back to the mansion, he brought Sophia up to her room. He had to tend to all of her wounds.
He sat on the bed with Sophia on his lap leaning on his shoulder as he cleaned the wounds. Once he was done, he got some bandages and covered them. There was a simple
bandaid on the one above her eye. And on her neck, there had to be a wrap going around it.
Finally finished with that matter, Isaac decided to lay Sophia onto her bed. Miraculously, there was little to no blood on her clothes, so he didn't have to call in the maid to change her clothes.
He sat there for a while, stroking Sophia's cheek and watching her steady breathing. Then, he decided he should probably finish the preparations for the upcoming day.
It was going to be very special day, after all.
Ten points to anyone who guesses what the day is going to be. c: Review? I need proof that somebody is reading this.