Violet always slept in her clothes. It was a strange habit she never quit. She didn't even know why she did it, or why it mattered that she did do it. But tonight, it would help.
Someone shook her awake. "Get up, now!" whispered a voice in her ear. One of the older nuns had woken her. "The man who came earlier. I think his name was Capricorn, he requested to see you."
She sat up and stretching got out and followed the nun through the pathways. Finally they reached the front door. A dazed expression crossed her face, and a rooster at that moment couldn't wake her.
Midnight, as you can guess, is an impossible hour to wake up at.
The sound of a gun did manage to help though. Capricorn, surrounded by four other people dressed in black, stood there. "Ah, Violet. I was hoping to have a work with you." One of the four men held a gun up to the nun. "In private," added Capricorn
They walked into an office, Violet fully awake and terrified. "Take a seat," said Capricorn, motioning to a chair in the small, square office, as if he owned it.
She didn't argue though and sat in the straight-backed chair.
"You see, I have a need for you," he said business-like, as if she had a choice. "Your brother, Dustfinger is not currently cooperating with us, and we have a great need for his abilities."
"You know my brother?" asked Violet amazed.
"Yes, Dustfinger," Capricorn smiled, but it was an evil smile. "We come from the same place, you and I. as well as your brother and some of my men and maids. I saw you there when you were a child. Two, if I'm not mistaken," He left out the part where he was trying to kidnap her.
"Why should I come with you?" she asked.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice," a man with a white shirt on underneath his jacket walked in, polishing a large knife. Violet stood up. "Tie her up!" commanded Capricorn. Violet considered running, but seeing as a man guarded the only door out with a large knife and a shotgun, she gave herself up. He tied her wrists together and drove hours away in a cramped car.
After driving through a dense forest, an old village cam into view. In between Basta (The man with the white shirt), and a man called Flatnose because of his lack of cartilage in the center of his face, Violet had little room to move, but they got there eventually. Basta pulled her out of the car and before shoving her in a shed, untied the rope around her wrists.
"Hello?" a voice called out from the far end of the shed. "Present for you Silvertongue," laughed Basta, and shoved her inside, slamming the door, so complete darkness surrounded Violet.
(A/N: And thank you to my only reviewer: Dragon Winged-Cool name)