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"Oww." Sabrina moaned. She landed on the floor, while Puck had landed on something squishy, the squishy thing screamed. Puck and Sabrina slowly got up. The squishy thing flew at Puck.
"Oh, Puck I knew you would come back for me, I knew you loved me." Moth cried, wrapping her arms around him.
"How did you get out of prison, Moth?" Puck said in a voice Sabrina had never heard before. It was dangerously low and calm.
"They got me out." Moth said, still grinning.
"Who?" Puck asked even though he knew.
"The Scarlet Ha—" Moth said but didn't get to finish. Suddenly Moth collapsed on the floor. Sabrina had slammed the butt of her dagger into Moth's back with all the force she could muster.
"Good one Grimm." Puck said.
"Did you just give me a compliment, Puck?" Sabrina said grinning.
"The trickster king does not give compliments to anyone but himself." Puck said.
"A little help over here!" Briar exclaimed. Max nodded his head in agreement. Puck and Sabrina sprinted over. Sabrina used her dagger to cut the ropes. Briar and Max stood up. Briar had a weird ,sticky red, liquid on her chin. Briar smiled and then vomited on the ground. She wiped her chin on her sleeve.
"That slimy maggot! He got away." Briar screamed.
"Who?" Sabrina asked.
"Peter."
"Oh."
"Uh, what do we do with the Moth?" Max asked. Briar placed to fingers on Moth's throat.
"She has a pulse." Briar said. "Maybe we should leave her here." She looked at Moth with disgust and kicked her.
"Puck?" Moth moaned.
"No, we need to question her." Said Sabrina. Briar grabbed her sword from where she had dropped it when they were ambushed and sliced the chains off their handcuffs. She put her sword back in her belt loop.
"Where did you get that sword?" Max asked in awe of its ability to cut metal.
"Oh, it's Excalibur." Briar said as one might have said Green is a color.
"Oh yeah okay," Max said. The group slowly left the asylum. As they left Briar walked away from the group. She could hear them calling her but she wasn't really paying attention. She put her hand out and it hit a hard surface like a wall. She ran her hand across the wall, her prison wall. For a brief moment she understood the Scarlet Hand, she would give anything to leave. But they weren't her thoughts, they stood for everything wrong in Ferryport Landing. She felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to its owner.
"Max?" She asked.
"Yes?" he replied.
"Will we ever get out?" asked Briar her voice barely audible.
"I don't know." Max felt Briar sigh. Her sigh was almost desperate.
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