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Authors: Kira Stüssy
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thought you said…?”
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, “No, her true home. They are taking her to Nostos.”
“To...where?”
“It’s a place I have failed to tell you about until now,” she grasped his hand and squeezed reassuringly, but it did nothing to calm the nervous pit in his stomach, “and we will be meeting her there.”
*
“You know I can walk on my own, right?”
“You’re quite sassy, has anyone ever told you that?”
I ripped my hand out of Ash’s grip as we stepped out of the room, “You just did.”
He offered me a crooked smile before shrugging and turning back around. The hall outside the prison cell that had contained me looked just like one you might find in any typical house. A bathroom a little ways up and to the left and the hall ended in what looked like the master bedroom. Ash held a finger to his lips, urging me to keep silent as we tip-toed towards the stairs. I glanced to my right and had to stifle a gasp. Two guards slumped against the wall, unconscious with scarlet wounds peeking through large tears on the legs of their pants. My eyes flickered to Ash and then back to Erion, knowing that they were the ones responsible. I glanced down at the wooden knives they held and swore I could make out a black stain of dried blood
They are helping you escape. They are the good guys.
But seeing the guards sent a shiver down my spine. Checking the hallway, I noticed that the doors had been shut, refusing to reveal their secrets. The boys stomped ahead, peeking into every room we passed to make sure no guards were hiding out. We passed a room where the door had been left slightly ajar. The boys glanced inside quickly before moving on, but my curiosity had been peaked. Why was this one left open while the rest closed? As I walked past it, I made an extra effort to peer inside. The room’s walls sported a calm, creamy yellow. Toys had been neatly stacked onto a shelf against the far wall and two baby cribs seated themselves on either side of the room, one pink and the other light blue. Two large letters had been placed as decoration upon the wall above each crib; M above the pink and C above the blue. I blinked rapidly, thinking the image would wipe from existence. But every time my eyes reopened, the room remained.
I picked up the pace to match Ash’s brisk stride, choosing to desperately try and ignore the coincidence. There were plenty of explanations, and there was always an answer that made sense. Always. When we reached the stairs, Ash carefully placed the toe of his shoes down slowly and without a sound. I did my best to imitate his actions but failed miserably, causing the stairs to creak and moan with every shift of my weight. A stream of unprintable profanities streamed through my mind in irritation.
Somehow we made it to the bottom without any trouble. The first floor seeped in nightfall, the only illumination being the silvery light of the moon. From what I could make out of the house, it was decorated with old style furnishing. Lace and frills wherever room could be found and a number of ceramic statues. The carpet plush and the air smelled of musty flowers and mildew. Ash remained in the lead, the moonlight casting on him in a way that looked like someone had extracted all the color from his features. His graceful movements reminded me of a cat slinking to catch its prey. Our small posse turned a sharp corner and the front door revealed itself to us, a beautiful sight indeed. We edged towards it, never letting up our guard. Every minuscule noise, every tiny flutter made me want to jump up and run out as fast as I could. Only my pride and the fact that two seemingly crazy teenage boys with corny costumes surrounded me kept my behavior in check. Ash crept to the door, gently turned the knob, and let it swing open. He made no sound. He stuck his head out for a brief moment, scanning the perimeter before ushering us out. I scurried out the door and into the
She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, “No, her true home. They are taking her to Nostos.”
“To...where?”
“It’s a place I have failed to tell you about until now,” she grasped his hand and squeezed reassuringly, but it did nothing to calm the nervous pit in his stomach, “and we will be meeting her there.”
*
“You know I can walk on my own, right?”
“You’re quite sassy, has anyone ever told you that?”
I ripped my hand out of Ash’s grip as we stepped out of the room, “You just did.”
He offered me a crooked smile before shrugging and turning back around. The hall outside the prison cell that had contained me looked just like one you might find in any typical house. A bathroom a little ways up and to the left and the hall ended in what looked like the master bedroom. Ash held a finger to his lips, urging me to keep silent as we tip-toed towards the stairs. I glanced to my right and had to stifle a gasp. Two guards slumped against the wall, unconscious with scarlet wounds peeking through large tears on the legs of their pants. My eyes flickered to Ash and then back to Erion, knowing that they were the ones responsible. I glanced down at the wooden knives they held and swore I could make out a black stain of dried blood
They are helping you escape. They are the good guys.
But seeing the guards sent a shiver down my spine. Checking the hallway, I noticed that the doors had been shut, refusing to reveal their secrets. The boys stomped ahead, peeking into every room we passed to make sure no guards were hiding out. We passed a room where the door had been left slightly ajar. The boys glanced inside quickly before moving on, but my curiosity had been peaked. Why was this one left open while the rest closed? As I walked past it, I made an extra effort to peer inside. The room’s walls sported a calm, creamy yellow. Toys had been neatly stacked onto a shelf against the far wall and two baby cribs seated themselves on either side of the room, one pink and the other light blue. Two large letters had been placed as decoration upon the wall above each crib; M above the pink and C above the blue. I blinked rapidly, thinking the image would wipe from existence. But every time my eyes reopened, the room remained.
I picked up the pace to match Ash’s brisk stride, choosing to desperately try and ignore the coincidence. There were plenty of explanations, and there was always an answer that made sense. Always. When we reached the stairs, Ash carefully placed the toe of his shoes down slowly and without a sound. I did my best to imitate his actions but failed miserably, causing the stairs to creak and moan with every shift of my weight. A stream of unprintable profanities streamed through my mind in irritation.
Somehow we made it to the bottom without any trouble. The first floor seeped in nightfall, the only illumination being the silvery light of the moon. From what I could make out of the house, it was decorated with old style furnishing. Lace and frills wherever room could be found and a number of ceramic statues. The carpet plush and the air smelled of musty flowers and mildew. Ash remained in the lead, the moonlight casting on him in a way that looked like someone had extracted all the color from his features. His graceful movements reminded me of a cat slinking to catch its prey. Our small posse turned a sharp corner and the front door revealed itself to us, a beautiful sight indeed. We edged towards it, never letting up our guard. Every minuscule noise, every tiny flutter made me want to jump up and run out as fast as I could. Only my pride and the fact that two seemingly crazy teenage boys with corny costumes surrounded me kept my behavior in check. Ash crept to the door, gently turned the knob, and let it swing open. He made no sound. He stuck his head out for a brief moment, scanning the perimeter before ushering us out. I scurried out the door and into the
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