Hello Readers! Summer is here and school is out for me, so I now have tons of time to spend writing without having to worry about assignments. If you've gotten this far then I thank you for reading the rest of my story and acknowledge your true awesomeness, it takes a special kind of person to put up with my inconsistent updating. I am however hoping to update far more frequently than I have been as a present to all of you very amazing Sisters Grimm fans who have been reading this story, even if you may not be on summer vacation yet. But on vacation or not, Have a great summer everybody!
I Do Not Own Sisters Grimm.
Chapter 13
It was probably a bit much to leave Puck and Mustardseed to catch up with me, but I knew without a shadow of a doubt who Moth was. It was probably rash of me to not have them with me when I faced her, but they're faster than I am and they would catch up to me eventually. It was probably wrong that I wanted to face her alone, but I didn't really care what was wrong and what was right at this moment. I cared about revenge. Revenge for both the times she tried to kill me, because I wasn't able to have my revenge the first time, and I wouldn't be allowed to have my revenge this time if someone else was there.
I slowed to a stop. What was I thinking? Taking revenge, thinking like this, I'm no better than Mirror if I keep this up. No, I will never be like Mirror, I'm better than that. I let the boys catch up to me as I cooled myself down. I allowed my rage to seep into the ground so that it could be replaced with calm. By the time they caught up to me I was free from my anger and ready to continue on.
"So who is it?" Puck asked, easily keeping up with my fast pace.
"You've seen the new lunch lady at school, Right?"
"Yeah, but… Her?"
"It's her, trust me." I replied, "She showed up about a month ago, always stares daggers at me, and looks like she'll fall asleep while she's serving lunch half the time. I only see her at lunch. She fits all the key points, and there's no one else that I can think of. If it isn't her I don't know how she would have done it."
"Okay that makes sense; I've caught her staring at me sometimes too. But where do we find her, it's not like she lives at school," Puck asked.
"Actually, she probably does live in your school somewhere," Mustardseed said, causing us both to turn to him in surprise.
"What makes you think that?" Puck questioned.
"She'll still be weak, very weak. Our prison is meant for much bigger prisoners. It would have sucked all the strength right out of her. Being a lunch lady would use any of the strength she has gained back. She wouldn't be able to go far without collapsing. She'd look for a place to sleep that was in the school but away from anyone who might find her. She'll be sleeping whenever she isn't working, and she isn't strong enough to hold a magical disguise while she sleeps. "
"So she'll be vulnerable," Puck guessed.
"Exactly," Mustardseed affirmed.
The school was quiet, too quiet. A high school on Sunday is a desolate place. The halls are empty, nobody sits in the classrooms, and girls don't cluster together and burst out in a fit of giggling. It's odd to see it like this, it feels like an intrusion. Of course that is what we were doing. We had broken into the school on a cold Sunday afternoon in December to take a lunch lady back to a high security prison in a place that wasn't supposed to exist. Of course if we were caught that couldn't be what we were doing, if we were caught we were just students who were eager to learn.
We crept silently down the halls, all our senses on alert for any sign of Moth. Every room was searched, even if we didn't think she'd be there until there were no rooms left. She wasn't there. Had I made a mistake?
"There's one more room," Puck whispered when he saw my distress. I looked at him confused. "Just come with me," He whispered heading off down the hallway once more.
He stopped outside a closed door that had a sign reading "No Students Beyond This Point" in bold lettering. This was the door to the basement, a place only a few brave janitors dared to venture. I had heard rumors about the basement. I know it's silly of me to believe them, they would seem ridiculous to any normal student, but my experience with school basements wasn't exactly that great. The door was supposed to be locked, but the knob turned easily in Puck's hand as he rotated it and pushed the door open without a creek. The dark staircase lay before us and I shivered slightly. I couldn't say if it was from fear or from the cold that inhabited the building when the furnace was shut off for the weekend.
"I should go first," said Mustardseed as he gently pushed past us and started down the stairs.
"You should stay here," Puck told me," I don't want her to hurt you again."
"Well you should stay here," I retorted," I don't want her to try to marry you again"
Puck smirked," Looks like neither of us will be taking the others advice."
"I think you're right," I said back defiantly.
"We should get down there," He said. I nodded and started down the steps with Puck right behind me.
The light in the basement was dim and the air was cool. Vague shapes lurked in the darkness and the humming of a machine could be heard in the distance. Although I couldn't see it the basement felt like a vast space. Mustardseed was standing at the bottom, looking as if he didn't know where to start. The brothers stood close together and whispered, trying to figure out a plan of attack, but she would hear us before they could come up with any cunning plan. I started to move away from them, slowly, so that they wouldn't notice and object. I could find Moth on my own.
I weaved my way through the boxes and old desks, wishing that there was better lighting in this basement. I looked back to see the two fairies still whispering, oblivious to my absence. It was then that I felt the cool pressure of a knife at my throat. I was only able to get out half of a scream before a hand was clamped over my mouth, but I knew that it was enough when I saw Puck's head snap up and his green eyes connected with mine.
"I believe that I'm the one you're looking for," said a cool, feminine voice from behind me as she forced me closer to the boys, all the while keeping her hand over my mouth and her knife at my throat. Why do people always under estimate Moth? "And now that I have something to bargain with I think it's time we have a little talk, fairy to fairy, okay boys. Oh, and one false move and your little mortal friend will suffer the consequences. Got it Boys?" They both nodded, Puck never letting his eyes leave mine.
If there was one thing I knew at that moment it was that Puck wouldn't let her hurt me if he could help it. Sometimes I'm glad I have a friend like him, someone I can count on. Puck was so much to me. He was my overprotective older brother and my best friend. He was my partner in crime and my worst enemy. There are times, every once and a while, that he is my hero too, but with the events of the past few days, with his bright green eyes boring into mine, I felt like it was time for Puck to be one more thing to me.
It was then that my thoughts were interrupted by the knife pressing harder into my skin. I could feel my own blood starting to drip down my neck just as it had dripped down Basil's in the dream that I had had. It felt like it had happened ages ago.
That's all for today, so, sorry for the cliffy. It would have actually been shorter except I wanted to include some thoughts from Sabrina, so it's a bit longer. I will update soon, I promise, so don't get angry with me. I would love it if some of you awesome readers would also become super awesome reviewers. Thank you all!
-Pageturner96
