Snippet #1614677

Addy burst forward, reaching out to yank the bird mask from the pretender, but stopped short in her rage.

"Is this your idea of a sick joke?" She spoke with a sharp edge in her voice. With a wrinkled brow she looked at the others around her with a bewildered scowl.

"Well, is't this an elaborate scheme." She spat as she crossed her hands over her chest, many different accusations towards her father flying through her mind. "It ends now!"

Her commanding tone overpowered the angst-filled shake that her hands failed to subdue. Truth was, Addy was terrified. All alone, no one in the world to miss her if she was gone. No "life" to miss, no friends or family to mourn, no earthshaking love to instill an unstoppable will to escape. Addy was in no different a place now than before she stepped onto the Tilt-A-Whorl.

The ear-piercing squawks from the old lady broke her dismal thoughts. "Answer Kameyo! Identify yourselves, ugly filth!"

Addy quickly stepped forward, blocking the bird-lady from inching closer to the one stranger left standing.

"Listen lady. There are three of us and one of you. I don't think you're wise to be making such demands. And you're not going to get any, until we have a few answers of our own!" She glanced to each of her companions, giving them a pseudo-sense of reassurance. Addy squared her shoulders, taking a long hard look at the intrusive stranger. "Now, where are we and why are we here?"