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Violet was pushed outside the church, where Capricorn was modeling for a portrait. If the painter wished to live, he would have to modify some things. From the looks of his splattered canvas, he wasn't going to be around much longer.
The black jacket ran to where Capricorn stood, stumbling over the uneven pathway. He bowed, like Capricorn was a god.
Violet stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do. She thought of running, but when a Black Jacket walked past with his hand resting in its natural position on his gun, she had second thoughts.
Capricorn's normally deadpan face became rigid. He stood up and briskly walked away, probably going to check if he was telling the truth or not. The Black Jacket rushed after him.
The winds shifted. Everything got a little colder, and Violet's thin shirt didn't stop the suddenly cold air from chilling her. She rubbed her hands together, trying to generate some form of heat as she studied the buildings around her.
They were narrow and tall, leaving only a foot of space to walk in between some of the houses. This must be the center of the town, she decided. There was a once grand fountain with frozen water at the bottom. Once upon a time the black jackets probably stole the pennies that were at the bottom. There were many passageways that led here, but none that looked like they would lead away.
Intensely trying to get warm distracted her, and she jumped when someone cleared their voice from behind her. She turned around to find some man behind her. There was something off about his jacket though. The collar was a bit too high, as if he was trying to hide his face; and there was a spark to his eyes, a friendliness and cheerfulness that didn't exist in the others'. Violet looked at him, something was familiar. "Follow me," he rasped. The heavy accent that coated his words was all to like Basta and Capricorn and Dustfingers'.
She walked with him, cutting through a house or two. The journey wasn't long, just a minute or so. The ended up at the edge of a forest. He breathed a sigh of relief. "That was easier than I thought," he chuckled. From the thick trees, a huge bear walked, nuzzling the man affectionately.
"Hello Violet. We're you're rescuing committee. You can call me the Black Prince."
Ooooooooo! Didn't see that coming, didja? Haha, this chapter was dedicated to Caitlyn. Thanks. Oh yea, REVIEWS ARE WELCOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!(hint hint).