Snippet #2772858

Kendria wasn’t sure what to do; it was all happening very quickly. One moment she had her hand threw the bars, the next all hell had let loose in the form of many little cats.

Had she taken one of Benjamin’s potions? Was this another of his damn side effects?

The hand on her wrist felt real enough as she sped up the stairs, running, but not quite sure why. She’d left her brain back in the cell.


“Nice to meet you, I'm Kendria,” she managed, face scrunched up in confusion, “I’m Kendria…this is happening isn’t it? I’m not dreaming am i?” was she really escaping? How long had she dreamed of escaping? She could hear Benjamin at the top of the stairs, his voice was muffled by the thick walls, but he sounded mad.

She cringed a little at what he would do to her when he caught up with her, but shoved it aside. Even if she begged for mercy, even if she swore she’d never intended to escape or promised never to leave the cells again he’d still kill her.

She’d seen it all before. He was subtle, careful, all his poisons untraceable, but you always knew it was him, even without proof, because it was always someone that had disobeyed or displeased him that had been killed, usually in an agonising way…

What would he do to her then? The prize spy…he’d never let her fall into someone else’s hands…

She had to distract herself, “do you understand the cat?” it should seem ludicrous, but she’d seen so much it was more like a poor question…

They rounded a corner she thought they were almost free, when Benjamin’s bony hand shot out and wrapped tight around Kendria’s ankle. He’d been knocked to the ground in the cat stampede, but his eyes glowed with malice, already mentally listing the poisons that hurt the most, the torture devices that damaged the most…

Kendria kicked out at him, screaming hysterically, only vaguely aware that that would draw more attention.

“How did you do it?! How did you deactivate it you little witch?!”

“Let go of me you walking graveyard!” the touch of his skin on hers made her shiver with disgust.

“You’ll tell me Kendria! You’ll tell me everything as you beg to die,” he smiled evilly at her, his yellow teeth standing crooked in his skull, “you’ll never be free of me Kendria, I’ll track you down as easily as those wolves!”

She kicked him savagely in the head, getting the blow just under his bony chin, sending his head snapping back, the bones cracking in his neck. He slumped to the ground, his hand going limp.


Breathing heavily, Kendria approached him, was he dead? His hand gripped her ankle again, pulling her closer, she screeched and pulled it free, stamping hard on his hand, crunching the bones under her feet, long after his body had gone still.

Regaining some composure, she turned to Hikaru, “I think it’s this way to the main entrance, unless you know any secret ones?”