A
loud thump brought her out of her daze. Cracking of bones and painful groans
reached her ears. A hand on her bicep made her eyes move around.
“Anette,
are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!”
The
man was no longer in the doorway.
The
chock released its hold on her body as tears slipped down her cheeks. Strong
arms soon surrounded her as comforting words were whispered in her ear.
“You
fucking bastard!”
Another
thump. Anette recognized Marco’s voice as he kept shouting at someone.
Presumably her attacker.
“Marco,
stop, that is enough!” Tarja’s voice was laced with panic.
Anette
lifted her head and saw how Tuomas dragged Marco away from the unconscious man
on the ground.
“Calm
down!”
“He
was trying to kill her; of course I am not going to calm down!”
Tuomas
slammed Marco up against the wall and held him there in a vice like grip in order
to calm him down.
Anette
broke free from Jukka’s arms and approached the man on the floor. She
recognized his face immediately, a small part of her had suspected who it was
ever since she found the arrowhead in Emma’s dressing room.
“John?”
They
tied him up in a chair in the middle of the main floor. The Wishmaster had
joined them and now they were discussing what to do with the attacker.
Anette
sat on the edge of the stage and stared of into nothingness.
“We
should turn him in.”
“I
will most likely kill him before that ever happens.” Marco said and rubbed his
sore knuckles.
“No,
we will do no such thing. Not yet anyway.” the Wishmaster said and looked over
at the badly beaten man on the chair.
“So,
what do you suggest we do then?”
“Interrogate
him, find out what he knows.” The man with the top hat said and started to make
his way towards John.
The
man had taken a heavy beating, which resulted in a broken nose, his lip and
eyebrow split open, and a swollen right eye. A large amount of blood coated his
white t-shirt.
“I
did not want to turn him in because of the arrow. It is much more complex on
the inside than on the outside. It contains a high amount of technology and it
gave off a high electricity charge when I touched it. When Emppu touched it, it
did no such thing. When Anette did it, she felt the charge too”
Finally,
Anette looked up and saw the confusion on everybody’s faces. He was right, the
guys had secured John’s weapons and turned and inspected them closely. She and
the Wishmaster were the only ones affected.
“You
think he is working for someone?”
“Maybe,
but we will find out soon enough.”
“ANSWER
US!”
They
had dropped the calm approach a long time ago and now the shouting started.
John just sat there, unfazed by the growing tension. Marco looked like he
wanted to punch the man again, but Jukka and Tuomas held him back. Tarja sat by
Anette’s side, held her company, and tried to distract her. Emppu and the
Wishmaster sat by the sidelines in order to figure out what to do next.
Suddenly,
an idea formed in Anette’s mind.
“What
if we use magic?”
The
question lingered in the air as Anette’s eyes locked with the Wishmaster’s.
“I
could get the answers out of him.”
The
Wishamster looked at her curiously.
“And
how exactly are you planning on doing that?”
Anette
rose from the stage and walked towards John, her eyes ablaze with newfound
determination. This was probably the man who had killed Emma, and she was not
going to let him get away.
“I
am going to scare him. And when he begs the Nightmare to leave him, then he
will be ready to answer every question we ask him.”
She
was going to wake the Bride, the Nightmare in human form. A role she herself
had played. Only this time, Anette had to give a face to her.
Anette
sat with the Storybook in her lap and the quill in her right hand, her thoughts
in a rollercoaster. She could feel the betrayal seeping into her veins. She had
considered John a friend, and she had trusted him. Now he was going to pay.
Anette
placed the tip of the quill on the paper, a story quickly forming in her mind. Suddenly,
she felt the electric shock yet again, but this time it was intensified. She gritted
her teeth before a scream tore from her throat, the pain in her arm and chest
was too great. Her body convulsed and dropped to the ground. Hours of pain
seemed to have went by, but in reality, it was only a few seconds, before she
felt a yank of her wrist and suddenly the convulsions stopped before the world
went black.
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A/N
Part 7 should be up very soon. I had to split up this chapter or else it would have been too long.
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