Alright, so the last chapter was pretty intense with all the fighting and shouting and whatnot. I hope I'm doing a good job with this, but I've never written a fanfiction before this one before, and the fight scenes were tricky. I'm pleased to know that the reviewers enjoyed this, but if you didn't like it, please review and tell me what I should change to make my story more enjoyable. I'll take all suggestions into consideration! Thank you very much!
~Oliviaaaaa
*Sabrina's POV*
For the second time that day, I woke up in an unfamiliar place, but this time, it was a bright room instead of a dark one. In fact, it was so bright that I squinted for a good five minutes before I was able to make out anything. Thank God that I was not in another dirty, musty, and disease-ridden dungeon, but in what seemed to be a warehouse, surrounded by crates of whatever. I was chained to a small metal chair. Great. I guess I can't saw my way out of this one. Hmm...! Maybe I can pick the lock on my chains with my pocketknife!
I tried my best to reach into my back pocket, but stopped when I realized that I had left it in the rubble back at Puck and I's previous prison. Wait. Where was Puck?! I thought he had...rescued me? I remember being in his arms, and Mustardseed fighting Bradley...and Daphne healing me...and then...dang it. The tranquilizer dart. I saw it coming for me, but I couldn't duck out of the way in time. My face throbbed, where it had slammed into the ground after I fell from Puck's grasp, not being able to hold on any longer.
"PUCK!" I called out into the warehouse, hearing my voice echo a million times before it was dead silent once again. "PUCK!" Maybe he was asleep still. Maybe he was shot with a tranq, too. But, what would Bradley want with Puck? He wouldn't keep him alive. I silently prayed for Puck in my head. He either was dead, or escaped. He couldn't be here with me. Oh Jesus.
I spotted a door to my right. I hoped it wasn't locked from the outside. Maybe it wasn't, but judging by Bradley's last failure of keeping Puck and I secure, he probably went through every measure to keep me just where he wanted me. Here. Alone. And scared. I hate being scared. It makes me feel like I'm helpless; like I can't defend myself against another person. This would be so much better if Puck was here. But since he isn't, I took the time to assess my surroundings, looking for things I could use as weapons, and possible escape routes. Unfortunately, I was still trapped and couldn't move, so I couldn't explore the large warehouse, but at least I could look around.
Hundreds of large crates were stacked up behind me and around me. I could tell that much by craning my neck. About 20 feet up was the ceiling, with many pipes and wires running every which way across it. A single, bare light bulb hung down about 10 feet above my head, and the cord to pull it on and off was just out of my reach. If only I could somehow get out of this chair... a crow bar lay on top of a box to my right, a few yards away. I had an idea.
Scooting my chair towards the crowbar by shifting my weight, I easily traveled until the potential weapon/chain-breaking device was a foot away. As I reached out to get it, I heard the door I had seen earlier scrape across the concrete floor, opening. My head whipped around to see Bradley's sly face.
"Ah, you're awake, your majesty." His eyes traveled to my hand, which seemed to be frozen in place, still reaching for the crowbar. He gave me a look of disapproval and said "Tsk, tsk, tsk, your majesty. Wouldn't want you breaking out of here, now would we?" To my dismay, Bradley snatched the crowbar away. He made a motion to smack me with it, and I flinched, closing my eyes tightly and turning my head in the opposite direction. This is it. He's gonna beat me, then...he's gonna...you know what. And then he'll kill me. But when the pain of the blow never came, I slowly opened my eyes and bravely turned back to face Bradley. He had a smirk on his face, but then his expression turned grave and serious.
"Look here, Blondie. You're gonna do what I say, and we're not gonna have any problems, ya here?" he said gruffly, bending down to my level until I could feel his hot breath on my face. I tried to breathe through my mouth, to not get a whiff of the stench. When I did not acknowledge his question, he shouted angrily.
"I SAID DID YOU HEAR?! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!" he boomed. I tried not to shutter, and I nodded, trying to look bored, like I didn't care, like he didn't scare me at all. Bradley leaned back on his heels and stood straight up, puffing out his chest with bravo. "Good. Now, here's what's gonna happen..."
*Puck's POV*
I hated this whole "waking up in an unknown room" business. Once was enough, so the second time it happened, I went into a mental rage, surprising myself. It was probably because I was so tired and stressed about Sabrina...Sabrina!
I was in a light blue hospital gown, laying on a metal gurney with a thin mattress and a mere one pillow, unfit for a king like myself. Grumbling, I rolled over with much difficulty. I prodded my right side. Oh yeah. Broken ribs. I pushed back the plain white sheets and sat up, ripping an IV out of my arm in the process. I followed the IV tube up to the bag which hung on a hook to my right with my eyes. It was filled with a sparkly green liquid that seemed to pulse with every drip. Definitely magic. Okay, so I'm either in Ferryport Landing or Faerie. I guessed Faerie, because we have high-tech, or rather, high-magic healing facilities and hospitals, unlike the small town in which I lived for several years. The fluorescent light nearly blinded me when I looked up at the otherwise bare ceiling. Around the room, there was a small counter with a sink, a few bins full of latex gloves, cotton balls, and containers of magical healers; and about a dozen cabinets filled with heaven knows what.
"Hello?" I called out, desperate to find out where Sabrina was. Probably in another hospital room, recovering just as I was. Immediately after I spoke, Mustardseed barged in.
"You're okay!" There was slight happiness in his voice, but his facial expression was sad.
I shifted so my legs hung over the side of the bed. I attempted to get myself up onto my feet, but pain soon took over and I gave up. I sat back down, cringing. Mustardseed saw my pain, and produced a bottle of the magical equivalent of aspirin from his pocket, and a glass from one of the many cabinets. He filled it up with tap water from the sink and handed it to me, along with two of the glowing pink pills. I swallowed them without the water, eager to know where Sabrina was.
"Yeah. Where's Sabrina? Thanks for saving us, by the way. I owe you big time."
Mustardseed looked even more uncomfortable after I said that.
"Umm...yeah...that's the thing...uhh..."
"What?" I squinted my eyes at him, trying to get whatever secret he had out of him with my kingly soul-burning stare.
"I..uhh..."
"WHAT?!"
"Bradley-kinda-beat-you-up-so-badly-that-I-had-to-drag-you-away-while-you-were-out-cold-and-I-left-you-with-Daphne-but-when-I-came-back-Bradley-and-Sabrina-were-gone."
"WHAT?!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "WHY DIDN'T YOU LEAVE ME THERE AND SAVE SABRINA?! I WOULD'VE BEEN FINE! SHE'S HUMAN! SHE CAN'T SURVIVE WHAT I CAN! I WOULD'VE BEEN FINE! HOW DARE YOU! THE ONLY REASON I WON'T KNOCK YOU SENSELESS RIGHT NOW IS BECAUSE YOUR MY BROTHER! WHERE IS SHE?! WHAT ABOUT MARSHMALLOW?! SHE WOULD NEVER LET YOU LEAVE WITHOUT SABRINA!" In my mind, I was coming up with thousands of ways that I could get Sabrina back. I needed to get Sabrina back. Not only would her family kill me, but the memory of her and the guilt of not being able to save her would kill me, too. What Mustardseed next was also surprising.
"She broke up with me after I broke the news to her." I know I should've felt bad for my brother, but I didn't. I hated him almost as much as I hated myself at the moment. Since I had failed to protect her, I had unknowingly pinned the responsibility of saving us both (unfairly, I will admit) on Mustardseed. And when he failed at protecting her, too, I lost it. I absolutely lost it.
"SERVES YOU RIGHT!" I screamed. I calmed down slightly. If I was gonna plan a rescue mission for Sabrina, I was gonna have to have a clear mind and not panic, which was nearly impossible. But I had to do it for Sabrina.
"Puck, I'm sor-"
"Shut up. I'm going to go find her, with or without you."
"Puck, you can't! You've got four broken ribs and we're fresh out of bone repair orbs! You could die!"
"Mustardseed, Sabrina could die if I don't help her. Are you in?" He sighed, but I knew he would say yes.
"Yes, so you won't die, Sabrina won't die, and so maybe I will get back in Daphne's good graces. And I really want to help Sabrina. I'm not only doing this to get back with Daphne."
"I know. It's time to make a plan." I stood up, and bore my way through the pain. For Sabrina.