Thousands Year Fairytale

by jonas lee 23

Garnet's always felt a little strange around Pearl. She always glances at her for an extra second, unsuspiciously observing her subtle, yet apparent features. Her soft, radiant, white skin, her grace. Garnet's falling for her, but will Pearl feel the same? When another gem arrives in Beach City, the team is nearly torn apart. Will the Crystal Gems learn what it truly means to love?

32. Epilogue: Stolen

The street lights glowed dimly as Connie walked down the sidewalk. It was after midnight, and she knew that it wasn't safe to be out, but she needed to clear her head. Talking with Cheryl the previous night had been helpful, but it had also put forth a lot of questions, and she needed the cold air to aid her thoughts. The dull ache of missing Steven burned in her chest, but she wouldn't let herself cry. Not anymore. She'd cried enough tears to last a lifetime in the past few weeks, and she was done.

The lighting grew even dimmer as Connie continued on. Worry twisted in her stomach, making her feel slightly nauseous.

"Turn back!" Her mind screamed, but she ignored it. She forced one leg in front of the other, until her worries eventually silenced themselves. It was eerily quiet, not a single sound except for her footsteps and breath. The streets were entirely desolate, easing her thoughts until they subsided.

A sudden rustle of fabric destroyed her peace of mind, and she whirled around. Black, genderless forms rushed towards her, and she turned and tried to run, her feet pounding against the sidewalk. She didn't dare make a sound, in case she could outrun them and hide until they returned to wherever it was they'd come from. Adrenaline and terror coursed through her blood, all the horror stories of children and teenagers getting snatched off the streets she'd heard or read as a child coming back to her at once.

The shadowy figures were taller, their enduring build and height advantage making her attempts at escape futile.

Connie stumbled and fell to her knees, crying out as the figures tightly gripped her wrists, hauling her up off her feet. She flailed and kicked her legs in desperation, only hitting the empty space around her suspended figure. Her hands were forced behind her back metal restraints being slapped on and tightly locked. Tape was placed across her lips, a black drawstring bag thrown over her head, loosely tied at the neck. She struggled all the while, silently hoping and begging that someone would glance out of their bedroom window, or someone had heard her feeble efforts to escape her attackers.

But the street remained desolate.