Scrape Away

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"Prince Charming?" I questioned again, still not believing this cruel man, who tried to take over this kingdom, who tried to kill my friend, Shrek, and who once tried to kill...me, was my own father. His blood mixed with mine, making me his son. I found this hard to believe. No, I didn't want to believe this. I hated him. He was my enemy. He tried to kill me! He gave up on me when I was younger. From this moment on, I hated him more than ever.

"What's with the long face, my boy? Shouldn't you cheer and shout from the rooftops that Prince Charming is your father?" He darkly chuckled and ran his fingers through his bouncy hair.

How could this man be my father? I shut my eyes tightly and tried to deny this whole event. I would erase this scene from my mind, but it would come back. Replaying it from the start to the finish. In the end, I would always cringe.

Suddenly, Prince Charming took a key out of his pocket. He then put the key in the keyhole and unlocked it. I sat there, puzzled. Why was he letting me go? Was he going to let me go home? Wait, why would he bring me all the way the Far Far Away?

The prison door swished open. I sat still, not wanting to go near him. "Well, what are you waiting for? Come on, get out." He ordered, sternly. He stepped aside, door still wide open. His piercing eyes stared straight into mine. It actually kind of scared me. I stood up, quite wobbly, and walked out of my prison. As I walked out, his eyes clung onto my every move.

This sort of freaked me out a little bit; it made me feel nervous. As I stood out, free from my prison, I felt...unsafe. I mean, this man did try to kill me. He would have succeeded to if it weren't for Shrek. Without Shrek, I would have been dead. Prince Charming then quickly slammed the prison door, in result, it made a loud noise. His eyes lingered on my form and he smirked. I suddenly felt like going back to my prison. I felt safer in there.

"Come," he grabbed my wrist and led me out of the dark dungeon.

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The female ogre, the male ogre, and a adorable orange cat traveled quietly through the dark, dirty swamp, looking for Artie.

"Artie!" They kept chanting out, hoping they would find him somehow, but none prevailed.

The trio looked for the young man everywhere. Whether it was in dangerous paths or the murky areas of the swamp, they still kept looking.

"Artie, come out wherever you are!" Fiona shouted out.

"I swear, if he's playing some kind of practical joke, I'm going to punch him so hard that he would be knocked into a coma." Shrek spat out to himself. He made sure to whisper so that his wife wouldn't have heard his rude comment.

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"Guah! What are you going to do to me?" I screamed out as he held some thick rope in his hands.

"Relax, foolish boy," My father wrapped the rope around my hands, he then tired me to a rather comfy chair. "I'm just going to tie you up so that you won't try to get away." He answered a second later. He was more focused on tying me up than worrying about what I think about this.

"But, why are you doing this?" I asked out in a panic tone. I wiggled my hands, but it hurt whenever I did that. Wow, he tied me up pretty tight.

Prince Charming then tied my ankles together. I kept wiggling, trying to escape. "Hold still, you vermin."

"Stop it!" I tried to kick him in the face, but I couldn't he tied my feet up too well. "Let me out!"

Prince Charming smiled at me, ignored my complaints, and exited the room temporarily. Oh, how I wish it wasn't temporary.

Chapter 3: finished!!

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