"Ahem."
Jay and Nya broke apart quickly, looking up at Marie-Grace, whose hands were on her hips. The young couple immediately blushed and Nya muttered, "Right, right; my turn to train you guys."
"Nya, I don't mind you snogging your fiance, just please remember your other commitments," Marie-Grace grumbled, as the sisters walked along the hallway towards to deck.
"Snogging?" Nya laughed. "What are you, British now?"
"Too much Harry Potter," Marie-Grace grinned slyly. "Actually, no. There is no such thing as 'too much' Harry Potter." The two Flamey girls laughed together. Essly gave them a questioning look as they joined her on the deck.
Nya cleared her throat and introduced the training system. "Alright, we're going to start with the basics in self defense," Nya told the girls. "When Kai gets out of the hospital, he'll teach you more types of flips and kicks and whathaveyou. Jay will teach you Spinjitzu, being the first who learned it. Cole will help you with your physical education and if you're lucky, he might have time to show you how to fly Ultra Dragon. Zane will show you how to work the tech here, in case you're left alone and need to reach us or something. Then Lloyd will give you weapons training. You each get a specific weapon just for you."
"Cool! I can't wait!" Essly exclaimed. "I wish I could tell my other friends. Ooh, or my parents~!" There was a split second of pain on her face, but just enough so that Marie-Grace and Nya noticed.
Marie-Grace looked ashamed as she whispered, "I'm sorry . . ."
Essly grinned as if nothing happened. "Don't be silly, Marie! It wasn't your fault!"
Nya looked quizzically at the two, but didn't question it. She could tell, despite her smile, that it was a painful subject for Essly. Whatever 'it' was.
Kyle swung on the long chains the hung him from the ceiling. The chains were connected to the ceiling by hooks and if he swung enough, they'd fly off the hooks! Hopefully.
"YES!" Kyle cried as the chains flew off the hooks. Unfortunately, that meant he flew off too. After he slammed into the grimy stone wall, surely breaking his nose, he turned to Diana. Now to get his little sister down . . .
Kyle jumped up, high enough to yank Diana's chains from the hooks that supported them, then he landed, catching Diana's limp body in his arms. "Perfect," he grinned, slinging Diana's arm around his shoulder.
The eighteen year old boy heaved open the heavy dungeon door. He inhaled a large breath of the musty air through his nose. "Smell that, Di?" He asked his unconscious sister. "That's the smell of freedom!" He scrunched up his nose and took another sniff. "And fish."
The boy's eyes lit up. "If there's fish, there must be water. And if there's water, there's a way out!"
Kyle ran along the dark stone corridors, following the disgusting, but strong, smell of fish. Soon, he stopped, panting at a fork in the passageways. "Now who left out this perfectly good fork?" Then he sighed. "It's no fun without Diana to laugh at my terrible jokes."
"You're right," came a sneering voice from behind him, "those are terrible jokes."
Kyle felt Fiona grab his shoulders. He felt all his energy and strength get sapped from his body. He crumpled to the ground beside his thirteen year old sister, almost at the point of losing his consciousness. He groaned, but could barely move.
Diana, on the other hand, began to stir. She opened her tired eyes to see the familiar face of Fiona Harrison glaring at her. She sighed loudly. "Hi Mom."
*Haha, the chapter title kinda doesn't make sense, but I couldn't think of anything else. I took the "smell of freedom" thing from Home Alone 2. Have you guessed what Fiona's powers are? Who did I base them on? Are you happy to see our two little captive kids again? What do you think Essly and Marie-Grace's little secret is? WHEN WILL I STOP ASKING QUESTIONS?! Also: SUSPENSE!