Sorry for the wait! Okay, enter Nyx! God, I scared myself writing this chapter. This one is dark, and be prepared. It nearly killed me to do this to little Sealand! As always REVIEW, sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes, and enjoy! I spend a while on this one, even if its the shortest one. Tiiiiiny bit of fluff in the begining. I love you guys, and Sealand(i'm so sorry Sealand...i really do love you...)
Chapter 4: Obey or break
Sealand was shoved to the cold metal floor of a dark cell. The strong people dressed in black had been waiting for him to step outside, so they could grab him and stuff him into a net. It hurt a lot, he had bruises and cuts from the ropes. Finally he was free, only to be yanked up and pushed down a hallway of metal cells, and thrown in one. Sealand looked around, trying to find anything in the room. He brightened slightly at the sight of a thin blanket, even if there was no pillow. It would help keep him warmer than he would be without one. He crawled into the corner, curling up there. He laid the blanket under him and rested his chin on his knees. It was cold in here, and the floor was the coldest; it felt like a layer of ice. He wanted that british jerk...it was warm in his house, he was warm himself... The door slammed open, with the screeching clash of metal on metal. Two men walked into Sealand's cell. The first man came forward, yanking him up. "The leader wants to see you," He growled under his breath, making Sealand shudder. He pulled Sealand out of the room, the second man pressing a gun to his back. They started to weave through hallways, stopping at a large wooden door.
The door was opened, revealing a large room with draping blood red curtains and gold thorn-like columns twisting along a red carpet leading to a golden throne that looked similer to a Greek kline, only with an armrest on each side. The details of the beautiful couch/throne were engraved in the metal, in the form of roses. The candlelight caught these, glinting them so the flowers appeared darker than the rest of the throne. In front of the throne was a small column, about two feet in length, identical to the others. On top of it sat a shallow bowl filled with a red liquid and floating candles, with scattered rose petals in it. There were six petals floating in the water, the darkened maroon color wilting to black on the edges. The color of the water made Sealand shudder, it looked like blood. The bowl too, was engraved with roses, and was a darker shade of gold than the other pieces of the room. The most beautiful thing however, was the woman that lounged on the throne. She had hair the color of the last minutes of the sunset, a vivid yet gentle orange-red, not as harsh as fire, but not as soft as the sunrise. It reached her shoulders, curving slightly at the ends but remaining straight. On it rested a crown of black roses, weaved perfectly together. Her dress was sleeveless, the low cut top wrapping around under her arms and forming a V in the front. Black lace bordered the edge of the V and bottom layers of the dress. From under the arms a black corset fit tightly along her slender torso, over the blood red dress. Black ribbons were tied into the corset, holding it in place. Under the corset the blood colored dress widened into several layers, with black lace petticoats underneath each layer. The second to last layer gathered at the waist, with the upper layers gathering as well. They were held up by black ribbons tied in bows, wrapped loosely around the skirt, not altering its perfect dome. The woman stood, and the dress brushed her ankles, exposing her black heels. Her eyes were what Sealand saved to look at last. They were a bright golden-green. They could take one glance at you, and see the depths of your soul, your memories, your emotions. Just a second was all the clever eyes would need. Her cold, pale fingers brushed Sealand's cheek, hooking under his chin and tilting his gaze to find her own. The eyes...Sealand thought, Those eyes are dangerous... The woman smiled to herself at his fear, like it was a game she was winning.
"Do you know where you stand, my young nation?" Her voice purred like a cat, and was smooth like silk.
"N-no ma'am... Where am I...? W-who are you..?" Sealand's voice grew weaker with every question, afraid of being rude. If he was, he knew the woman would do something terrifying to him.
The woman smiled and stepped back, "You are in the main base of the Hunters. You are at the mercy of their leader, Nyx. You will obey me or," Her eyes focused on his own once more, lowering her voice to a dangerous level, "I look forward to breaking you."