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Ⓡⓔⓜⓨ immediately regretted her actions. The shadow freaks force-fed her the cold soup. She coughed hard, trying to clear her lungs from some misplaced broth. Tears and soup dripped down her face. She wanted this nightmare to end! She thrashed hard against the chains, causing more blood to run from her hands and wrists. "Let me go!" she cried out. She had been given a new sense of hope... She just didn't know why...
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Wearing
{Out of Chasing:}

ℋeather ℋawthorn

❀ℱourth ϒear❀ℋufflepuff ℬeater❀ ℋalf~ℬlood❀
Heather and Dhylan
Sehza

ℋeather heard the centaur's words and couldn't help herself but to burst out laughing. Laughter. Possibly the only thing that could keep her sane. Every chance she had to experience it, she had to take it. "I like you already, Centaur. Please, have at their faces. Go all out." she said through her chuckles and giggles. Her fun ended when she heard the word 'dead'. This Strike, whoever he was, was dead? Why death? Why not bring him here, to the prison they kept her and the others in? She was confused, but when the man turned to face them, she became even more confused. Heal? What was he talking about? Magic soup, possibly? Her wrists and ankles began to feel weird, but they didn't hurt anymore. "What did you feed us?" she asked. But she would get no answer, for the man had already returned to the darkness, his location unknown to her. She sighed, then heard her sister thrashing around, pulling at her chains and screaming. Heather's eye twitched in anger, and something inside her snapped. "Remy! Bloody hell, just shut up! Don't you get it?! No one is coming for us! No one even knows where we're at! If I could move at all, I would shut you up myself! So take a chill pill and calm down already!" she shouted. She had never screamed at her sister that way, but at this point, she had fallen off the edge of sanity. They were trapped, dead where they sat. The sooner Remy figured this out, the better.

❝ My heart, my mind,
Independent,
Strong.
Unyielding,
I am my own.❞

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Ⓡⓔⓜⓨ shut herself up. Heather yelled at her? Then Jack yelled at her?! At least Caitlin and the centaur were trying to help! She felt hurt, she felt sad, but most of all, she felt betrayed. Her only sister yelled at her! She wished that she could curl up in a ball and die. She relaxed her muscles and slumped forward, feeling quite the epitome of cowardliness. She wouldn't fight any more. She couldn't. She sat in utter silence, wishing she could bash her head into the wall. 'She's right, you know.' her thoughts began whirring. 'No one's coming. Not for you. Everyone has someone to fight for them, but not you. You're a miserable wretch. A monster. You deserve the death that awaits you here.' she thought. She was quickly spiraling into a pit of depression. She shook her head, refusing to speak. Even tears weren't running any more. She sat there in the odd new silence of the room, barely breathing so she didn't disrupt the stillness.
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{Out of Chasing:}

Caitlin rolled her eyes at Mr. Terran, "Word," She said, she had been through worse and was most definately not scared of Mr. Terran of all things that have happened. Caitlin took a breath and looked down out her bindings, there had to be a way out without killing themselves. As she thought, she started to hum, it calmed her a little bit. But Caitlin in the end couldn't think of anything. They had their wands, she felt bare without it. Even if they got out of this mess, how would they get their wands back? "Mr. Terran, did you have a wand?"

OOC:

{Meanwhile in another part of the house}

Today was turning out to be a very strange one indeed. First he had that really weird dream that had woken him up in the middle of the night. Papa had been upset too apparently he had been dreaming weird things too. They had spent the night downstairs in the big chair that Papa liked but that had just been the beginning of the weird stuff. Papa had hurried them along that morning but he still made time to play a bit with him. They were going to be going somewhere important but Lior hadn't caught what it was called. All he caught was that Grandpa worked there and that they'd stop by and see him. That was going to be fun. However that was where things got really weird. They went downstairs like normal, locked up like they always did when going out but Papa had a customer. The Lady looked nice but to be honest Lior wasn't sure he liked her. Papa didn't seem to like her and if Papa didn't like her then he didn't. She had come over to him where he had been sitting, like a good boy, on the window seat. He hadn't liked the way she played with his hair or kissed him on the head. But Papa didn't stop her.

Everything seemed really wrong when Papa's magic stick was taken and the woman picked him up. Papa had said everything would be ok.....so everything would be....wouldn't it? He had watched wide eyed as the lady carried him away but Papa had stayed. Why was Papa staying? Before he could ask they poofed, the same way Papa did or Uncle Xeny did when he was with him. Lior had always thought it felt weird and never liked it but he didn't fuss. Papa had always said he was a good boy, he didn't cry often and was always really good when they poofed together. That meant he had to be a good boy when the Lady poofed right? When they had reappeared they were in a place he didn't know. Uncle Xeny wasn't there nor was Grandpa or anyone he knew. Where were they? Clutching his stuffed panda Lior had gazed wide eyed over the Lady's shoulder seeing more people he didn't know. There were some other ladies in the room but they didn't look too happy right now. A big tub was sitting to the side of the room making the boy wonder who was going to take a bath at this hour. Finally they passed upon a man sitting in a chair like the ladies had been. He didn't seem to be feeling too good. Were these people sick? Was that why they were in chairs? Shouldn't they be laying down?

The people left his vision and next came a Man. The Lady handed him over to the Man and already Lior was certain he didn't like this man. Maybe it was because he was getting tired of being held and he was getting very hungry but Lior wasn't sure. After a long moment the Man carried him away to yet another room and the three year old was seriously considering a tantrum. Though once he got a look into the room he found himself in a dark room and no longer did he want down. Something moved in that room and he heard something he wasn't sure what it was but he didn't like it. Then ere was those eyes. At least he thought they were eyes. He knew the color was purple, he and Papa had be playing the color game yesterday. Lior liked purple....at least he did. Before he could protest he was put down and left standing there holding his Panda close. He jumped lightly when the door closed behind him leaving him with the strange person. Try as he might though he could not see the person int he room with him. It was a person right? The Man did call them Wife. Wife meant it was a lady....at least he thought it did. Standing there in the quiet Lior was at a lost as to what to do. "Where's papa?" The words came softly out of lips that had started to tremble. Wide teal eyes started to water up as the day's strange events truly started to catch up to the toddler.

A tiny whimper left Lior when the person in the shadows started moving. There wasn't monsters in here was there? If there was then why wasn't papa here now? But the small child was transfixed as out of the shadows a woman appeared. She didn't look like the lady from before. This lady was pretty, very pretty but looked so tired. Why was she wearing those heavy things about her? This lady didn't seem like the other ones from upstairs. She looked at him, spoke to him but she wasn't anyone he knew so would Papa be upset for him talking to her? Papa was very big on him not talking to anyone when he was alone even Uncle Xeny had stressed that. A soft growl came from his belly and Lior looked at it briefly before looking at the pastry in the lady's hand. He was hungry that much was certain but what had Papa said about taking food from people he didn't know? Not to do so....at least he thought that was what Papa had said. So Lior stood where he was wanting far more then just the pastry sitting so tempting in they lady's hand.

She continued to speak and now the lady had a name. Lil-lil....he wasn't sure how she said that but he'd have to try it eventually. Instead though he focused on the woman's question. Papa always said it was rude not to introduce yourself when someone gave you their name. "L-Lior....where's papa?" Maybe this lady would know where he was. He wanted his papa very much right now and the more he thought about his papa the more he wanted to sit down and cry. Lior wasn't the tantrum type, a blessing as his father called it, neither was he a crier. The lady Lilith seemed like a nice person. She sounded like one too and besides she looked nothing like the mean people upstairs or in his storybooks. She wasn't mean....was she? His stomach growled again and Lior couldn't help but take a small step towards her the pastry like a beacon in the room. He stopped though wondering what Papa would think of him doing so. The thought left him frozen again looking at Lilith his eyes swimming with confusion and fear.