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leather boat shoes. She had to admit, along with his eye tattoo, he looked pretty stylish. He grinned at her entrance and waved her forward.
She still didn't move. "What hospital is this?" The girls covered their mouths and giggled.
"This isn't a hospital," Ace said, "Wha' made you think tha'?" He motioned towards the chair. "Jus' sit down, will you? We don't have much time. Trust me, no one here is tryin' to hurt you."
"Quite the opposite," Mystic said with a smile as she took Chloe's hand and guided her into the chair. She was still not convinced by the girl's sweet demeanor. Nevertheless, she stiffly settled back in the chair, preparing herself for whatever was about to go down.
"Pink or red?"
Chloe blinked. "What?"
"Pink or red?" The red-haired girl asked again. She held up two nail polish bottles. "I'm Haley Havoc, by the way."
Haley Havoc? "Um, hi. I'll take black if you have it. I'm not a pink and red kind of girl." She heard Ace chuckle from his seat on a fancy chaise lounge in the corner of the room as if she'd said something funny. Haley only shrugged and began to rummage through drawer after drawer looking for her choice of color among the large collection of nail polish. Another of the girls, the one with the white hair, had begun to brush out her unruly mane, spraying something misty on it as she went and the other with the green hair was placing her feet in a golden tub of warm, soapy water. Mystic was holding up different shades of eyeshadow next to her face.
"What is this place?" She asked. "If it's not a mental hospital." And she still wasn't convinced that it wasn't one.
"Jus' know tha' you're safe here," Ace said with a nice smile.
"Will I be going home soon?" She pressed. "Where's my mom? Is she here somewhere?" The girls giggled.
"I would have to say no to tha' first question…I don't know to the second…and I definitely hope not to the third."
She went over those answers in her head. "Am I being held hostage ?"
"Not in the way tha' you're thinkin'."
"What other way is there to think about it? Ow! " Her hair had just been yanked.
"Crystal Chaos!" Mystic exclaimed, "Be careful!"
"Sorry!" Crystal sprayed more mist and brushed softer.
"That's okay," Chloe mumbled, "I know it's a mess." She eyed Ace, back to business. "Am I allowed to leave?"
"No," was the no nonsense answer.
"Then I'm a hostage!"
"Not wha' I would call it."
"Well, what would you––" Mystic held up a light gold shadow next to her face and diverted her away from her thoughts.
"I think this one is perfect for you. It will look wonderful over your pretty blue eyes. Do you approve?"
Chloe shrugged. She couldn't care less about eyeshadow right now…or ever. "It's good enough, I guess."
"Great!" Mystic started looking through a box containing rows of lipstick, lifting up the little black tubes, looking at the bottom of them and putting them back if they weren't the color she was looking for. Every so often, she set one aside.
Haley was painting Chloe's fingernails black like she'd requested. The other girl was doing the same to her toes. She had no idea what was going on with her hair, but as usual, she didn't care. It could only get better from what it was. She just wished the girl would stop pulling on it so much.
She could admit that she'd let her guard down a bit. Probably a stupid thing to do, but these girls were only a harmless bunch of beauticians and manicurists with ridiculous names, not fighters. But Ace was another story. He was nice and all, but until Chloe knew his intentions, he was a threat.
"My brother leads us," Ace said, "The Quad, tha' is."
"What's the Quad?"
"The Quad, we , are a fraternity of guardians. Your guardians," Ace wore a proud smile, "We're your protectors."
"My protectors? From what?"
"Everythin'."
She snorted. "I don't need protecting from anyone or anything. Thanks though."
Ace smiled and it was clear that he hadn't taken what she'd said seriously. "We all need protectin' from
She still didn't move. "What hospital is this?" The girls covered their mouths and giggled.
"This isn't a hospital," Ace said, "Wha' made you think tha'?" He motioned towards the chair. "Jus' sit down, will you? We don't have much time. Trust me, no one here is tryin' to hurt you."
"Quite the opposite," Mystic said with a smile as she took Chloe's hand and guided her into the chair. She was still not convinced by the girl's sweet demeanor. Nevertheless, she stiffly settled back in the chair, preparing herself for whatever was about to go down.
"Pink or red?"
Chloe blinked. "What?"
"Pink or red?" The red-haired girl asked again. She held up two nail polish bottles. "I'm Haley Havoc, by the way."
Haley Havoc? "Um, hi. I'll take black if you have it. I'm not a pink and red kind of girl." She heard Ace chuckle from his seat on a fancy chaise lounge in the corner of the room as if she'd said something funny. Haley only shrugged and began to rummage through drawer after drawer looking for her choice of color among the large collection of nail polish. Another of the girls, the one with the white hair, had begun to brush out her unruly mane, spraying something misty on it as she went and the other with the green hair was placing her feet in a golden tub of warm, soapy water. Mystic was holding up different shades of eyeshadow next to her face.
"What is this place?" She asked. "If it's not a mental hospital." And she still wasn't convinced that it wasn't one.
"Jus' know tha' you're safe here," Ace said with a nice smile.
"Will I be going home soon?" She pressed. "Where's my mom? Is she here somewhere?" The girls giggled.
"I would have to say no to tha' first question…I don't know to the second…and I definitely hope not to the third."
She went over those answers in her head. "Am I being held hostage ?"
"Not in the way tha' you're thinkin'."
"What other way is there to think about it? Ow! " Her hair had just been yanked.
"Crystal Chaos!" Mystic exclaimed, "Be careful!"
"Sorry!" Crystal sprayed more mist and brushed softer.
"That's okay," Chloe mumbled, "I know it's a mess." She eyed Ace, back to business. "Am I allowed to leave?"
"No," was the no nonsense answer.
"Then I'm a hostage!"
"Not wha' I would call it."
"Well, what would you––" Mystic held up a light gold shadow next to her face and diverted her away from her thoughts.
"I think this one is perfect for you. It will look wonderful over your pretty blue eyes. Do you approve?"
Chloe shrugged. She couldn't care less about eyeshadow right now…or ever. "It's good enough, I guess."
"Great!" Mystic started looking through a box containing rows of lipstick, lifting up the little black tubes, looking at the bottom of them and putting them back if they weren't the color she was looking for. Every so often, she set one aside.
Haley was painting Chloe's fingernails black like she'd requested. The other girl was doing the same to her toes. She had no idea what was going on with her hair, but as usual, she didn't care. It could only get better from what it was. She just wished the girl would stop pulling on it so much.
She could admit that she'd let her guard down a bit. Probably a stupid thing to do, but these girls were only a harmless bunch of beauticians and manicurists with ridiculous names, not fighters. But Ace was another story. He was nice and all, but until Chloe knew his intentions, he was a threat.
"My brother leads us," Ace said, "The Quad, tha' is."
"What's the Quad?"
"The Quad, we , are a fraternity of guardians. Your guardians," Ace wore a proud smile, "We're your protectors."
"My protectors? From what?"
"Everythin'."
She snorted. "I don't need protecting from anyone or anything. Thanks though."
Ace smiled and it was clear that he hadn't taken what she'd said seriously. "We all need protectin' from
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