Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Outlawed Part 12
"Grab them, guards." The Queen ordered.
Two guards grabbed us. They looked like androids, moving so specifically, as if human was not something they were.
"And grab their weaponry."
The guards reached in my cloak and took the time traveler, our only hope of winning against Queen Nirvana. I screamed and knocked a guard with my elbow, hard as I could, but the guard held up his hand just in time.
He can look into the future, I thought, groaning.
"Your holiness," one guard said, "we have booked the most secure cell for them."
The Queen nodded merely and then shifted her hands into a perfect fit on her lap. "Where is the ship?"
"Coming, Queen Nirvana." One guard said boldly. Queen Nirvana gave him a sharp stare.
"I am sure you know how to address your queen. Ferguson," The Queen turned to one of the guards, "execute him immediately after we arrive at our destination."
"Yes, your most honored holiness."
Ferguson grabbed hold of Leanne and Me and Leanne fought back. The Queen gave Leanne a piercing stare. Leanne fell to the floor, groaning with pain. The Queen looked away and it stopped. Ferguson grabbed hold of her and then started walking. The guards continued walking. The Queen was at the lead.
The walk was long.
The sun was scorching hot, and Leanne and I were forced to walk. Finally, when the sun rose again, indicating that day of walking passed, I fell to the floor. My lips were dry, and my throat hurt.
The Queen gave me a piercing stare, and another pain shot through me, like being hit with a thousand chains at once.
I hated her.
I hated her stupid beauty and her ability to walk forever. Her ability to simply stare to hurt someone. Her wish to execute anyone that didn't address her the right way.
I looked at Leanne and she, too, was looking deeply mad at the Queen.
"What happened to our friends?" Leanne burst out.
The Queen gave her the stare for so long while saying, "We've handled them," that Leanne actually was silently crying now. Deep red marks were on her skin.
"STOP IT!" I yelled. "JUST QUIT IT! CUT IT OUT!"
Another stare, another hurtful feeling.
Finally they reached a boat.
The guards got us all on the boat and threw me and Leanne in a room. It was so small, we had to crouch o fit in it. They chained the door shut. Voices came from the outside and I silently cried.
Don't Cry. I heard Cecile's voice but it made me cry even more.
"Don't." Leanne said sternly.
I stopped, still sniffing. "How will I do this, Leanne? Finn is gone. So is Ace. What will I do? I can't defeat her, I'm a total failure."
"Tasmine-"
"Just- just stop, Leanne! I know the truth!" I shot back, then whispered, "I'm a failure."
"Oh, Tasmine," Leanne sighed, "understand me. Nobody is a failure, and you'll only become a failure if you give up. There's a lot more to do, Tasmine. We've got to defeat her and her stupid beauty illusions. Just think, Tasmine. You're destiny is there, we'll find a way out. And when we do, we'll be happy again. Sure, this may lead to war between Viktor City and the whole entire Antarctica, but we'll win."
"You'll never be sure."
"Yes, I'm sure. I see bravery in you, Tasmine." Leanne whispered. "You can do it."
I smiled.
I can do it.
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