Abbie: Freedomer

I run through town in search of Winter. I decide to take my shortcut to the main part of the Kingdom. My phone beeps at me, I flip it open.


"Abbie, go the other way"

"Mr Makins? Why? What's going to happen?"

"Just do it please Abbie"

"But why? This is the quickest-" I'm cut off as my phone is knocked out of my hand. It lands on the floor with a clatter and breaks into small pieces. I freeze. 

"Hello Abbie. How are you?" A voice sneers. I feel cold breath on my neck. I whip around, ready to fight if needs be. Suddenly, a huge blast of air rams me into the wall and I crumple to the ground. "Now now, no need to fight"

"I wasn't trying to fight" I gasp. This girl, I recognise her somehow.

"Well then, this shouldn't be too hard then should it?"

"What do you want?" I struggle to get up through the pain in my head.

"Oh, nothing much. Just a few answers. So, do you know Ivy?"

"I know nothing about her" I lie.

"Oh, but I think you do" the girl sneers.

"I don't know a thing" I say angrily.

"Oh, but you do. I know you do, see, I saw you with her earlier, just before you ran off. She said something to you. What did she say?"

"She didn't say anything"

"Yes she did. Tell me what it was"

"She didn't... say... anything" I choke as she cuts off my air supply.

"Yes. I'm sure Daemon would love hearing you say that" Daemon? Daemon. Freedomer.

"Skye" I spit when I can breathe again.

"Hmm. Took you a while didn't it?"

"Why are you doing this to me? It's not me he wants."

"Yes, I know. But she isn't going to give me answers is she?"

"Neither am I" I say defiantly. She cuts of my air supply again. She shoves me roughly into the wall my my shoulders. Pain sears through my head.

"You get that back when you're prepared to tell" she growls. I shake my head helplessly because I know she's not joking. A few minutes go by, my lungs protesting from the lack of oxygen. My eyelids start to flicker and my vision goes blurry. Then my vision blacks out all together.

The End

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