Out of Captivity

Percy stared glumly at the cracked, concrete wall on the other side of the room. The cell was small and there was nothing much else to look at, apart from the cot she was sitting on, the minuscule toilet area, and the remarkably locked metal door. She looked up at the dark eye of the camera that was perched in the corner like some robotic, predatory insect. Its tiny red light winked mockingly at her. She stuck out her tongue at it.

She had been here for two days and she felt as though she were about to go crazy. The monotony of sitting in a dingy, concrete cell for two days straight had soon overcome her fear, and Percy was bored enough to shoot someone, even though that was precisely what had gotten her into this cell to begin with.

No one had come to explain anything to her and she had no means of communicating with anyone whatsoever. Meals just magically appeared through a slot in the door, and she had no idea who delivered them.

Today, the meals were late, though. She had no way of determining the time, as all of her personal possessions excluding clothes had been taken from her, but she was getting quite hungry and still no food had arrived. Percy sighed and twirled a lock of gingery hair around her finger.

That was when the first explosion hit. The very walls of the cell shook, sending dust and flakes of concrete fluttering to the ground. Percy gripped the metal frame of the cot, jarred. She glanced worriedly at the ceiling, but there really wasn't anything she could do. Even if the place was being bombed, the fact remained that she was still trapped in a small, concrete cell. Another blast rocked the little room, and Percy heard the distant noise of someone shouting.

It was really quite nerve-racking, sitting there and feeling the explosions one after another, as though a war were going on somewhere up above, and not knowing whether the next would bring the ceiling crashing down on her. But there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly the door slid open and Percy's head snapped upward to look at the visitor.

"Grandpa!" she cried, leaping to her feet. She launched herself across the room and threw herself into his arms. She doubted she had ever been so relieved to see someone in her life.

"I only just found you were down here," he said. "I'm so sorry Percina."

"Where are we?" asked Percy. "What's going on?"

"There isn't the time to explain just now," said her grandfather as another blast echoed from far off. "Listen, Ceridwen's in trouble, I need to go. You must stay in here; it's the safest building around."

"No way, I'm coming with you," said Percy fiercely. "I can't even use magic, I'll be safer with you anyway."

Her grandfather sighed. "We don't have time to argue. Please, Percina --"

"No," said Percy flatly.

"You always were a headstrong one," her grandfather said, running a hand through his thinning, gray hair. "Your mother would kill me if she knew --"

There was the sound of shouting and perhaps gunfire from somewhere above them.

"Oh all right, follow me, but you'll need this." He handed her a small taser. Percy felt some comfort in its cold weight in her hand.

And then they were off, running through the dark corridors as the walls shook around them.

The End

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