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- Prologue!,(:
- Chapter One!,(:
- Chapter Two!,(:
- Chapter Three!,(:
- Chapter Four!,(:
- Chapter Five!,(:
- Chapter Six!,(:
- Chapter Seven!,(:
- Chapter Eight!,(:
- Chapter Nine!,(:
- Chapter Ten!,(:
- Chapter Eleven!,(:
- Chapter Twelve!,(:
- Chapter Thirteen!,(:
- Chapter Fourteen!,(:
- Chapter Fifteen!,(:
- Chapter Sixteen!,(:
- Chapter Seventeen!,(:
- Chapter Eighteen!,(:
- Chapter Nineteen!,(:
- Chapter Twenty!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-One!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Twenty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Thirty!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-One!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Six!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Eight!,(:
- Chapter Thirty-Nine!,(:
- Chapter Forty!,(:
- Chapter Forty-One!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Two!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Three!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Four!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Five!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Six!,(:
- Chatper Forty-Seven!,(:
- Chapter Forty-Eight!,(:
CHAPTER TEN!(:
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She looked up at Oliver, his 6 foot frame lean and muscular against the concrete siding of the building behind them. “Do you trust me?” he asked, holding out his hand. “I don't know—” she said in a murmur. “Come with me” he insisted. She kept staring at him, watching his seemingly green eyes with her gray ones. He met her gaze, and watched her the same way she did him. She took a step away from him hesitantly. He pushed off the wall and followed her step. “You there?” he called, looking behind her. “Grab her!” someone called. He grabbed her, “Good bye, have a nice fall” he tied her wrists behind her back, and shoved her at the wall; hard. She closed her eyes, ready to hit the side of the building. But the pain never came. She stood there, with her eyes closed and her hands behind her back, in the middle of a room. “Wha—? Where am I?” she looked around. “Hello!” Anastasia said, jumping up and down in excitement. “She made it! She’s alive!” “What do you mean I’m alive?!” Scarlet shouted, looking around frantically. “Where am I?!” “You’re at the Gleyley Manor!” Anastasia smiled. “She means Gleyley Institute” a boy with cropped blonde/brown hair came striding up next to her, a bloody knife in his hand. “It isn’t an institute! It’s a mansion, with class!” she argued. “Where the hell is Gleyley?!” Scarlet shouted, feeling more frustrated than ever. "Well, the actual Gleyley is in Elalum,” Anastasia put a hand on her shoulder. “But that’s a whole different story!” “God, Anastasia, shut up would you?!” another girl hollered, curlers in her hair and stylish robe fastened around her skinny frame. “Make me!” Anastasia howled. “Oh, I’ll make you alright!” the girl lunged forward, and just as she was about to hit her the other boy was between them. “Both of you stop it” the boy said. The girl with curlers in her hair yawned, and glared at Anastasia. Her hair was just like the boy’s a blondish-brown color and they had the same eyes. “Spencer, it’s too early in the god-damn morning for me to be up and you know that!” the girl shouted at the boy. “Ivana, this will only take a moment” the boy-Spencer-assured her. “What’s going on? Where am I? How did I get here? And where’s John?!” Scarlet was glaring at all of them, even sweet little Anastasia. “Oliver sent you here, you’re at Gleyley Manor,you got here through a small portal, and John’s still at that club” Anastasia said, answering every question she’d asked. | “But that doesn’t make any sense!” Scarlet started wiggling her fingers, trying to get out of the plastic bonds around her wrists.
“Sure it does, you’re just over thinking things” Anastasia smiled at her. “Can I go back to fricken bed?!” the girl-Ivana-yelled. “I’d prefer it if she did” Anastasia stated. “Ivana, go. Anastasia and I will handle this ourselves since Oliver’s nowhere to be found” Spencer’s hand pulled down his face, stretching the skin as he let out a low sigh. Scarlet pulled on her restraints, and to her astonishment they broke right off. She threw her arms in the air when she heard the audible ‘pop’ of the plastic exploding on her wrists. “…fantastic.” Spencer groaned, then in a second he was behind her with his hands pulling hers back together. “What’s the matter with you people?! You keep tying me up like I’m a criminal!” Scarlet kept squirming, trying to get him to let go. “Spencer, she’ll be fine, let her go” Anastasia put a warm hand on her elbow and smiled. “If she kills anyone, I’m blaming you” Spencer let Scarlet go. “If I kill anyone?!” she cried. “No, no, no,” Anastasia shook her head. “He’s just being Spencer, the over protective, over cautious, eldest” “Eldest?” “He’s the oldest, you see? He’s the one responsible for us while his parents aren’t here to watch us” Anastasia took Scarlet’s hand. “What in God’s name is going on around here? Where am I exactly?” Scarlet was still half-shouting, finding fear rising in her stomach and up her throat. “You’ll be safe here, I promise you” Anastasia said warmly. “Where am I?!” she demanded. “In the outskirts of New York” Spencer stated. “How do I know you’re not lying to me? I could be in Timbuktu, and I wouldn’t know it because I can’t see anything! Where are the windows in this place?!” Scarlet looked around. “Well, right now we’re in the second basement, so there aren’t going to be any windows till the floor above us” Anastasia smiled. “Take me outside, right this instant!” Scarlet demanded. “Relax, you’ll be fine, and I’ll take you outside in a moment” Anastasia nodded. “I’m going to see if Ivana actually went to bed rather than going to the training room…” Spencer let out a low growl and started towards what seemed to be the corner of the room. “Yay! I get to give you the tour on my own this time!” Anastasia started hopping around again, like the energizer bunny. “Then let’s get on with it. I have to be home by morning…” “Oh, but you’re not going home,” Anastasia shook her head. “You have to stay here with us….forever.” |