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Chapter 5- Cassie
Oh my head... Oh, it hurts... I opened my eyes, only to see black nothingness. My head was pounding, and I could barely think. I let out a soft moan and heard a whispered voice ask, "Cassie?! Is that you?" I groaned, "Yeah, quick question, where am I?" The voice returned, "Somewhere in the TARDIS, I think." I groaned again, my head throbbing. "Why... Why can't I see?" my voice slightly rising in panic. My hands blindly searched for anything to grab onto. My fingers touched the rough fabric that my brain identified as a burlap sack. I reached up to touch my face, to see if there was something blocking my vision. A piece of material grazed my fingers. "Bandannas. Around our heads," The voice responded. Was it... Emily? "Do you not remember anything?" the voice asked again. Yep, it was definitely Emily. "N-no." I stuttered, my head throbbing violently. "Alrighty then, I'll sum it up for you," Emily said. I knew she was smirking, just by the tone of her voice. It was so…Emily to be grinning and joking in critical times like this. Even though I knew she just did it to annoy me, over the years I'd grown pretty fond of her constant good attitude. Except for right now, where if I could, I probably would have strangled her. I know I would have at least attacked her. Today, I just needed a straight, non-sarcastic answer. "Just tell me," I growled. "So," she said, "the Master escaped, knocked us out, tied up the Doctor, threw him out of the TARDIS, put us in these bags, and well, here we are!" I felt panic rising in my throat. "Let me out! Let me out, let me out!" I chanted inside my head, trying, in vain to escape my tiny, burlap prison. "AND YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?" I hissed at Emily, not caring about how much noise I was making by choosing to yell now instead of later, when I was free from my tiny burlap prison. "Can YOU find a way out of this bag?" she retorted, the sarcasm dripping in her voice. I could tell that deep down she was probably as scared as I was, if not worse. From what she had said, she witnessed a lot before she like me, passed out. She had to see her own father thrown out of the TARDIS, by our own uncle. What kind of sick family was this? I asked myself, honestly not having any clue as to how it would ever function straight. Emily and the Doctor were too peaceful, not willing to fight for anything using violence, just sacrificing themselves at the least opportune moment. I was the one that was willing to do whatever it takes to protect what matters most in my life. I curled up into a ball, breathing shallowly. My fingers reached up and fumbled to untie the bandanna. My head started pounding, pain coursing throughout my skull. It felt like my whole head could split open at any second. I put my head down, and slipped into the painless black of unconsciousness.
When I awoke, my head still pounding, I was slightly more aware. In my sleep the bandana had moved a little, so now I could see some of the light that somehow streamed through the sack and into the bandana. "Ugh..." I moaned, as my stomach growled. "Sucks, doesn't it?" I heard Emily say. I growled at her and I would bet anything that she was grinning under her burlap prison, yet again.
"He hasn't been in here at all," she said, obviously speaking of Matthew, "that I know of. But that doesn't say much." I nodded slightly, not wanting to speak as the dry spot in the back of my throat was spreading. God, I wanted water. "How long do you think we've been in here?" I asked, my voice croaking. "I don't know," Emily said, annoyance in her voice. Then, we both heard the door creek open.
The door opened and a little more light shined through the burlap sack. I saw something silver slice through my bag, and then felt the bandana being roughly untied. I tumbled out onto Matthew's feet. He kicked me in the ribs, making me sit up and scoot back. I saw him slice through Emily's bag also. I saw her scoot away quickly, but not before Matthew could plant a solid kick to her shins, making her face contort in pain. I looked at Matthew, my hate for him growing stronger by the second. My fists balled, my brain screaming at me to hit him, to make him pay. He smirked at me and pulled a gun out of his pocket. He swung it casually around his finger. Emily's eyes widened noticeably. She was probably remembering being shot. That didn't help my anger much. I started to quiver. Not in fear, but in anger. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I stood up, my rage getting the best of me. Matthew looked at me, the smirk getting bigger. Oh, how I hated him, I lunged suddenly, too angry to control my body. I swung and felt my fist connect with his jaw. Suddenly I was on the ground, my face smashed against the cold metal floor. "Don't EVER do ANYTHING like that again," spat Matthew. He wiped a bit of blood off of his chin. I scooted back against the corner. I suddenly felt my chest and stomach hurt like something heavy had hit them. Oh right, I thought, looking at Matthews fist, something did. "Well," remarked Matthew, "After that little... outburst, I don't believe you should be rewarded." with that, he raised a metal wall between me and Emily. "NOO!" I shrieked. Then, yet again, my face was against the cool metal floor. This time, instead of my chest hurting, it was my face. "CASSIE?!" I heard Emily cry from beyond the metal wall. "SHUT! UP!" yelled Matthew. My cheek was throbbing, as well as my jaw. "Like I was saying," Matthew said, glaring at me, "After that outburst, I don't believe you should be rewarded." He exited and returned with two plates of bread and a cup of water. He put one into Emily's cell. The other, he sat just outside of my cell, where I had perfect view of it. "Tahtah!" Matthew said exiting.