There she lay, in a puddle of blood and sweat. This felt exhilarating! It was a new sensation that I felt was quiet good. I felt something inside me turn on and before I could do anything to understand this new feeling, Turner, the old doctor, burst into the room.
"Lady Ravenna, what have you done?" He cried out. Great, another to scold me. Rolling my eyes, I turned my line sight away and finally took in the whole room.
The walls were lined with red and something like black, though it was not as dark, maybe a dark violet.
The windows, that were to my right, were ajar with flowers on the window sill. The curtains, however made me want to question the maids. A curtain decides the outlook of the room and this room gave off that heavy, brooding, evil kind of feel.
The curtains were a dark violet, like the walls though very dark. Only the net curtains were a good color and that was white. The bed, now that I looked carefully was made of purple mahogany (if it even exists) and what was up with net?
Everything in this room was dark and gloomy and I was ready to scold Emma when Doctor Turner surprised me.
"You, find a way of dragging your friend out of here. I've treated her so she should be fine. And get a change of servants for the Lady. She doesn't need retards on her side." He said whilst pointing at Emma with an accusing finger.
He turned to me and for the first time, I noticed his eyes, like really noticed them. They spoke of a faraway clutter of a green forest and the vast lengths of the seas and oceans.
I was amazed at how the green and blue just blended in and didn't seem vulgar and over powering. Instead, they seemed to have tacit understanding not to overstep their boundaries.
"Like what you see?" He asked and I realized two things. One, I was too lost in his eyes that I hadn't realized that he was now closer to me, like really close. So close that I realized something was off bringing me to number two.
Two, his voice didn't sound gruffly and sketchy anymore. You know how old men sound croaky like frogs, he didn't have that anymore. Instead his voice was smooth like the cello, panty dropping but in a good way (if that's possible). Overall, wow.
But this scared me because it made me desire of something.
"You're not Doctor Turner, are you?" I asked, fully alert now.
"You're right, I'm not Doctor Turner." He answered with a smirk. Cocky, I see.
"What do you want? My head, money, Hera family secrets?" I shot back, disinterested. Sigh, can he be a more careful kidnapper and actually get people who can help him!!!
I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to state his conditions and demands. He looked back at me, but not the gaze I was expecting. I expected mockery and scorn, cunning and sly. Instead, a mischievous glint along with playfulness and laughter danced in his gaze. Wait, playfulness? Laughter? What was I thinking right now?
"Bwahahahahahahahahaha...." he burst into laughter. What was going on? I looked on clueless, not really minding that he was laughing. He had even doubled over from over laughing!!
"Oh, oh, you're really funny. Did you really think I would hold you for a ransom? You're not worth that." he said as he gazed up at me from where he was.
"Sigh, even a bad guy knows of how little value I hold. What is next for me?" I thought dejectedly.
"No, don't get me wrong. You have far more worth than you know. And I have come to save you from this hell hole." He said as he fully stood up and now I realized he had changed his appearance and wow. This guy put the Greek gods from the books of ancient earth that I had read to shame.
With abs looking like chocolate bars, he was 6"2 with an oh so beautiful face. His almost cerulean green eyes seemed to lighten up his face with every expression that came and flitted about.
"Are really 9 years old? Stop checking me out, pervert!" He bellowed, trying to cover himself up. Oh, little girlie girl!
"Wait, did he say nine?" I thought in a panic. It must have showed on my face as he suddenly kept quiet and struggled with words. Moving slowly closer to me, he went down on one knee and stretched out an arm.
Rubbing my head, he said," As much as I would like to tell you why, it's not my place to say so. So please, cooperate with me and then we can get out of here."
I didn't seem to hear him as I stared on blankly with memories from the past dancing in front of my eyes. I could hear shuffling and slight creaks as he moved about looking for something but I couldn't see him.
My vision was clouded with maybe tears or a lack of line of thought as I wondered why I was one when I was once seven. Sounds strange, right?
"Ok, I don't know if you can move but I need to get you out of here so bear with me." He said as he put his arms behind knees and head for support before lifting my off the bed. Securing me to himself, he opened a window, ready to jump.
The gust of window that ruffled the curtains and the sheer night dress that someone had adorned on me seem to have woken me up and then I realized, he was going to jump. The wind, fear of jumping and the banging sounds from behind us made my kind so confused with dilemma.
The strange man held on tighter and then, he jumped. During this short interlude, I asked myself if everything was worth it? If I had the chance to survive this, I was going to get to the bottom of everything.
We landed and I looked up only to meet Pecku's murderous glare. I subconsciously shivered as he was a scary person. If I didn't believe the strange man before, I believe him now. Pecku was standing with my other siblings and I could tell the difference that time seemed to have left on them.
Aidan had started developing manly features as his Adam's apple was now starting to appear and he had grown taller. He was twelve.
My third brother, the third of five children, Rupert Hera didn't look any much different, not that I saw him a lot or that I cared. All I know is he is probably seventeen right now.
My sister, Vivienne Amethyst Hera, had all the looks a woman needed to be a seductress. With an ample burst, Vivienne looked like a prostitute (yes, it's true. Her breasts are literally spilling out of her dress). Her dress hugged her every curve, showing off exactly what it looks like without the fabric. She was nineteen.
Pecku, still as dangerous as before, was slightly more buff, like he had been working out more. I'm sure if I stood in front of him right now, he would cover up even my shadow. Yes, that's how tall he was.
What beat my understanding was why they were all together. Why there were soldiers surrounding me, us? Why I felt a murderous emanate from my supposed savior? Just what was going on?
"Little tramp, you finally woke up. How about I teach you and your friend some manners of not ruining a tea party, hmmm?" Said Vivienne in unhurried manner, like we talking about the weather and not someone's life right now.
I had planned to keep quiet as if they can't hear you, they can't see you but my companion decided to really make me seen.