A/N: Okay. . . after eating a bucket-full of espresso-chip ice cream, enough skittles to fill an Olympic-sized pool, and five bags of nacho-cheese doritos I present to you, Chapter 3!
I just went through a severe case of writer's block that, thankfully, passed fairly quickly. This was probably one of the hardest chapters anyway, because I had to do EXTENSIVE research (ooh, I used a big word) to make the story fit together.
But enough of my jabber-jawing (because right now I am just raving).
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"Master, the troops are prepared," Nottingham said.
"Excellent. We shall strike in five days time," Mirror said. He was sitting in a darkened room, the natural light of the other rooms burned his eyes. There was one window near the ceiling. It was small, with thick iron bars on it. The room was particularly empty. There was a bed in the corner and a desk and matching chair. A fire had been set in a an old-fashioned fireplace. Granny Relda was stoking the fire gently as Nottingham had relayed the information. She now stood up and smiled, glinting evilly. She sat down at the desk and took out a piece of parchment and quill and scribbled something and folded up the paper. She slipped it into a thick envelope and scribbled a name onto it.
She stood up and handed it to Nottingham.
"Deliver this to Bunny Lancaster immediately."
"But, Master, it's raining and Bunny Lancaster lives on the other side of town. Besides which, she isn't part of the Scarlet Hand and wishes nothing to do with us," Nottingham explained.
"She will come and if I ask her. Go now, rain or shine. I must speak with her," Mirror said gravely.
"Yes, Master." Nottingham turned and left, the door swinging behind him, finally shutting with a loud 'thunk'.
Granny collapsed onto the floor in a loud heap. She clutched her hands to her head and shouted in agony. It felt as if someone was cracking her head open and the contents spilling on the floor. The pain was white hot and ice cold, it burned and flashed in her eyes. She couldn't run from it and holding her head did nothing to cease the pain. She sat there, rocking herself. And for a brief moment she felt clarity. A flash of white hot crossed her eyes and she cried out once more.
Her cries of whimper were heard by the card-soldiers stationed outside of the room. They rushed in with Heart at their heels. Dropping their weapons they looked at the body on the floor, twitching as if controlled by some other force.
"Fetch a doctor, quickly!" Heart cried.
"She's going to faint!" A card-soldier shouted.
Granny Relda's eyes rolled back into their sockets and she became still. . .
It was pouring. Thunder crashed and lighning zapped all around. The wind was howling, sounding more like words.
Sabrina looked out of the window and clenched her jaw. She was sitting on a small couch looking out of the window. The room was empty and still. The only noise was coming from the dining room, where Baba Yaga and Uncle Jake were taking turns talking heatedly and explaining the book. Sabrina blinked back tears but it was to late, Daphne and the others weren't around to see her cry and she felt that if she didn't cry she would explode her emotions in screams. So she cried. One tear at first, then another, and then she started sobbing silently. She didn't hear the door open and close softly. Or the padding footsteps that did their best to remain silent to Sabrina's sharp tears. But she noticed when the figure slid down next to her on the couch.
It was Puck, with a look of concern written over his face. She quickly dried her tears and put her best mean face on. She knew he would laugh and ridicule her. She knew she would silently hurt inside but she would retort with an angry insult and it would go back and forth like a tennis match.
But Puck, instead, spoke in a clear voice that was so un-Puck like that it made Sabrina tremble with fear. "It's okay, Grimm."
The three words hit Sabrina like bullets, hitting their target with ease and grace. The three words made Sabrina wind up like a top and spin out of control.
"Okay?" she snorted, "It will never be okay if we just sit here! You heard them! Mirror can never be destroyed!"
The words rang in her ears and tasted bitter in her mouth. It was like the words were bouncing off of the walls and echoing around them. The minute she spoke them they instantly regretted it.
Technically, they weren't true. Mirror could be destroyed. But only by his creator- Bunny Lancaster. Sabrina was eager to visit Bunny immediately, to say the least. In fact she was ticked off that they weren't calling on Bunny at the moment. It felt like they, meaning the Grimm family were fighting her, Sabrina, every step of the way. Even Puck. And for some reason this stung especially.
Puck looked at a loss for words. His face was blank and it was as if he was fighting with himself. Sabrina didn't even notice. She had let another tear roll down her face, quickly drying it.
He suddenly got up, nodded curtly and walked to the door. He stopped at the door and turned around, "It will be okay. I promise you, Sabrina."
". . . Oh, and I still hate you."
"I hate you, too," Sabrina said laughing before her face came sullen again. "Thank you, Puck."
"Now let's not get all mushy. After all, I am a villain-"
"Of the worst kind," she finished. "I know."
"And don't forget it!"
Bunny Lancaster lived in a run-down apartment building on the upper side of Ferryport Landing. Nestled between a thicket of trees and a bookstore. The apartment complex was a redbrick building with white shutters, silver drainage-pipes, and about a million cats running about it. There was a garden that was in desperate need of two things: water and weeding. A long driveway had been dreadfully neglected with weeds and grass sticking out of long cracks that run from the beginning down to the end. The street in front of the building was full of potholes and it was a long, bumpy drive for the Grimms.
"Bunny lives here?" Daphne asked and Sabrina couldn't blame her. If she were a witch with extraordinary magical abilities she would live in a dump with a bunch of cats.
Sabrina shrugged, "I guess so."
"Oh, look at that adorable kitty!" Daphne squealed, looking down at an extremely fluffy, white kitten. It had big green eyes and a soft pink nose. Daphne crouched down and began to pet it's head mercilessly. The cat hissed and snapped his jaw at Daphne's outstretched hand. Daphne retracted her hand immediately and shrieked. "Evil kitty!"
"Come on, let's go," Sabrina commanded. The Grimm family nodded and they filed into the apartment building.
Bunny Lancaster lived on the second floor in apartment 2B. The apartment door was easy to find, it was a plywood door with cheap gold lettering attached to the front. Uncle Jake wrapped loudly on the door. There was no answer. Veronica rang the buzzer. There was no answer. Henry kicked the door. There was no answer.
"Bunny?" Uncle Jake called in.
There was no answer.
Sabrina tried the doorknob. It opened easily and the door swung open as if a gust of wind had knocked it open. Sabrina looked around at the disheveled room. Books had been knocked off of their shelves, cushions had been knocked off of the couch, papers littered the floor as if they had been trampled upon. Knick knacks had been brutally smashed on the floor, as well as magical trinkets, wands, etc.
"Is it just me, or is Bunny exceptionally untidy?" Daphne asked.
"Let me just make this clear," Puck said, "I am not, I repeat not cleaning up another hag's house!"
"She was kidnapped. Someone, three guesses who, barged into her apartment. She put up a hell of a good fight, you can tell from the way the place is disheveled," Veronica noted.
"There's blood. Here," Sabrina said, pointing to several drops of blood. Dried blood.
"Whoever did this has had enough time to make a clean getaway, that's for sure." Uncle Jake stated.
"Hey, what's this?" Daphne asked, holding up a glinting silver ball, about the size of a marble. And the next minute she had collapsed on the floor. . .
A/N: Okay! Sorry, chapter's shorter, I know. . . the next chapter will be longer I promise. I'm kind of sick and I'm having writer's block! Ugh! Anyway, please please review! I want SEVEN more reviews for the next chapter! So review! Constructive criticism welcome.
I apologize for any spelling errors or grammar errors. Like I said before, I'm sick and I'll make sure to edit any mistakes I've made.
Cheers,
ManMenDude