Ch 8: Mind Control
The first thing Pit felt was the heat. It wasn't this hot, was it? He opened his eyes and found himself in a dark, dingy cell. Great. He knew this place all too well. He stood up and looked around, then remembered what had happened. The figure chanting something...Dove yelling run...Dove! Where was she? Pit ran to the door of his cell, looking for his friend through the bars.
"Dove!" he yelled. "Dove, where are you?"
Nothing. He tried again and got the same result. A door creaked open and a stream of light filled the hallway. Two demons walked down the hallway followed by a hooded figure. Pit watched them chain someone on a wall by their arms, his eyes widening when the person was Dove. Her beaten, prone body hung there like a rag doll. She must have had one hell of a fight.
"That'll teach her a lesson," one demon said.
"I wonder if we should kill her," the other said with a creepy smile on his face (like Russia from Hetalia).
"Medusa would kill you," the hooded figure pointed out.
They left the cell block and shut the door behind them. Pit waited few moments before calling his friend.
"Dove! Dove, wake up!"
She didn't respond. Pit tried two more times before giving up. A short time later, the hooded figure came back. He/she looked at Pit's cell and busted it open with an arrow. "Come on! You need to get out of here!" the female voice said urgently.
"Who are you?" Pit asked.
The person dropped the hood, revealing a certain angel that was Dove's best friend. "Fey?" She nodded before turning to Dove's cell, shot it open. The two angels freed their friend with on of her duel spinners. Fey looked at the mortal with sadness in her eyes. I hope she's still alive, she thought. "Lets go."
Pit, holding Dove in his arms, nodded and the two ran out of the cell and out of sight.
As they were escaping, Fey cut down any enemy in their path as Pit flew over head with Dove's limp form.
"Are we close to the exit?" he asked.
"I think so," Fey responded. "But we have to go through Medusa's throne room."
"You can't be serious!"
Fey stopped in front of a set of large double doors as Pit glided down. They looked at each other, nodded and went in. Medusa was sitting on her throne with a smile.
"Well, I'm surprised you two made it this far," she sneered.
Pit layed Dove on the ground and took out his bow. "Let my goddess go!"
Medusa laughed. "Why should I? She makes good company." Her gaze moved from the two angels down to the unconscious girl on the ground. "Dove, come to me."
Dove's body shot through the air and landed next to the dark goddess. Her eyes opened, but they were glowing red instead of her soft purple. "Yes, my goddess?" she asked in a monotone voice.
Medusa pointed at Pit and Fey. "Get rid of them."
A/N: Okay, just to make things clear the path Fey and Pit took was made by Medusa so they had no choice but to go that way. I bet you lovely readers weren't expecting this! R&R!
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