Chapter 9: Escape
NOTE: I know that the legend of Bloody Mary is different than the person. I like this image of her more.
Gemma sat on a wooden bench held up by chains, more chains on her hands and arms. She had her sweatshirt on over her shirt, now, which had her name written on it in an Old English style font. The hood was up, hiding her red hair. Around her, water dripped off of the stone ceiling and down the stony walls. The wooden door to her left was locked, and the small window on the opposite side brought in little light from outside the room.
The cell was familiar to her. Mary had captured her many times before, mostly out of jealousy. She had been able to escape every time, and planned to do so again. The problem was that her hands were chained, she needed them to use her powers. Mary had watched and learned.
Gemma was focusing on the ground, breathing steadily and heavily. She had tried many times to do what she was about to do, but failed. She frowned, whispering, "Come on." Finally, small clouds began to form above her.
She stayed calm, holding out her chained hands. The clouds began to pour on the chains, and soon they were soaked. Gemma made the rain stop, and the clouds disappeared. That's when the temperature began to drop.
Gemma waited patiently, staring at her hands. She smiled slightly when she saw a hint of ice on the metal. Hours passed, and then she hit the ice against the wall. SNAP! CLANG! The chains were broken. She jumped up, giggling, overjoyed at her success. "I did it! I did it with my head!" She laughed again, then sobered.
She ran to the window, which was barred. Oddly, it lead to the throne room of the castle. As usual, guards were inside, just by the doors, so escape that way was impossible. Gemma turned around and ran to the door. She formed some mist around the lock, which immediately froze in the cool temperature.
She kicked at the lock a few times, and it finally broke. She paused, glancing at both directions of the hall. There was nobody around, to her relief and surprise. Mary must have been confident that she wouldn't escape, so she had left no guards. That, or they were on their lunch break; Gemma had no clue what time it was.
The Scott slipped out the door, shutting it as well as she could and turned. Mary had always confused her, because all of the hallways in the castle were carpeted, even this one. She was glad of that, though, because it was safer for her to run. Pausing at each corner and looking around for guards, she ran through the castle.
She knew where to go, and ran around the final corner to see a window. "Shoot!" The window was barred. So Mary had learned. "I see you've been troubled." Gemma spun around to see Mary standing behind her. Despite Mary being shorter than Gemma, she looked at her with a cold stare that made Gemma want to shiver.
"You can't keep me forever, you witch! I've escaped before and will do it again!" Gemma glared at the English Royal, or, rather ex-royal. "Don't you accuse me of witchcraft!" Mary ordered her. "You and I have the same powers, so you put yourself into a rather troublesome predicament. Which brings to mind why I brought you to my castle." She raised her voice. "Guards! Chain her up and take her to the throne room."
Gemma struggled as two guards carried her by her arms. The chains were extra tight on her hands, making them hurt. Finally, the men dropped her and she looked up to see she was in the center of the throne room. It was extravagant, with silk and satin curtains that were reds and yellows. The throne itself was gold plaited and large, dwarfing Bloody Mary, who was sitting in it.
"Do you like the latest styles, my dear?" Mary asked. "Very much, your Majesty." Gemma played the game as always. "Very good." Mary looked at the curtains. "I love my curtains brought to me exclusively by Genghis Khan." She looked down on the kneeling teenager. "Thoughts?" "They're stunning, my queen." Mary smiled and sipped from a glass of wine next to her.
Gemma waited, knowing better than to directly ask Mary what she wanted. "I know what you're thinking. You want to know why you're here. I will tell you." Mary paused again, sipping her wine. "I am going to ask you some questions, and you will give me your honest answers. Understand?" Gemma nodded, saying "Yes, your Majesty."
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