Elizabeth Crembell

My head spun and throbbed, as I opened my eyes I sucked in a deep breath. I was in a jail cell. My brows furrowed as I studied the bars. They seemed platinum and clean instead of old and rusted. I turned my head to the right, discovering a clean toilet and sink, and the tiles on the floor were black and clean.

I stood up but and winced when a sharp pain overtook my feet. My heels were still on. I sat down on the bed and slipped them off, relieved that the pain was gone, but it felt weird to walk without heels on. I peered through the bars and gripped them with my hands.

"Hello?" I whispered. My head snapped towards the sound of rustling. A feminine figure emerged from under the bed covers and rubbed her eyes. My eyes went wide as I noticed my old friend. "Canary?!" The girls head snapped up and her hands went to her mouth. She whipped the covers off of her body and rushed to the bars of her cell.

"Elizabeth!" I was overjoyed to see that my friend was still alive. She had been the last of my people to volunteer as a spy, to gain information.

"I can't believe you're alive!"

"They're saving me for another time." She stopped and looked me up and down, confused.

"But why are you here?" I smiled.

"The same reason why you're here."

"What? Since when have you wanted to spy? You could get yourself killed doing this."

"I became a spy because you became one, I wasn't going to stay back and be a coward, I want to help my people."

"Hey!" Footsteps roamed closer to our cells and soon a large man appeared in front of us. "Quiet the fuck down!"

"Or what?" I asked. He looked at me and sneered, looking me up and down.

"I'll fuck you silly and give you the most head-spinning orgasms you'll ever have." I stepped back in disgust, as did Canary.

After the man had left, I told Canary my plan.

"So basically, get in, plug in the USB, get the information, and get out. My mom gave me a teleportation stone so that I can get back home quickly. It's in the pocket of my ja-" As I turned around to look for my jacket I had remembered that it had been in the car. "Shit." I banged my head on the bars and sighed. Banging my head only made my headache worse as I groaned. I looked up at Canary.

"They didn't take away your powers did they?"

"No, not yet anyway." I nodded as an idea popped into my head.

"Canary, you're going to think I'm crazy-"

"Oh boy-" She slapped her forehead as I spoke.

"But," I felt around my collarbone and grabbed my necklace, yanking it off of my neck. Thank the Lord he didn't take this off. I opened the locket and pulled out the USB chip. "I need you to take over." Her jaw dropped so low that I swear it could have fallen off and hit the floor.

"Are you insane?!"

"Yes, yes I am. Now freeze up girlfriend, we're breaking out." She rolled her eyes and groaned, backing away from the bars, I did the same. I rolled my shoulders and took a deep breath, replacing the chip in my locket. My hair turned white and my eyes turned an icy blue, my skin was now covered in frost and adrenaline rushed through my freezing cold blood.

"Ready?" I asked Canary. She took a deep breath and nodded. I grabbed the bars and focused on freezing them. They soon gave way and I punched the rest of the bars away. An alarm sounded and we ran for the stairs. I pushed open a door and looked around. Three separate hallways lead in different directions. I handed Canary my necklace.

"It's me that they want, not you. Take the chip and gain the information. When I find the stone I'll teleport it to you."

"But what about you?" I smiled and shrugged.

"I can manage. If I don't return home in three days come back to get me with the stone. I'll most likely be in a different cell though." She clutched the necklace in her hand and nodded. "Let's go." We sprinted down the middle hallway, leaving a trail of ice behind us. Even if the iron soldiers tried to follow us, they'd have trouble catching up while slipping on ice.

We rounded a corner and came to a halt as iron soldiers rushed at us. Canary and I didn't slow, instead we flexed our hands and prepared to freeze anything we touched. We jumped over soldiers and touched anything we could, turning the soldiers into human popsicles. I would occasionally throw some punches and kicks, but it wasn't needed as much as my powers.

"Canary, go! I'll stall. Just find something to plug the chip in. I don't care if it's a toaster, just do it!"

"I'll come back for you!"

"Go!" As we ran we parted, I was now alone. I looked at my hands. Shit. I was getting too hot, I needed to cool down. But cooling down wasn't an option right now, I had to lead them away from Canary. Suddenly I felt a shock on the back of my right shoulder blade. I fell on the ground and clutched my arm. Looking back I saw iron soldiers pointing shock cannons at me. I groaned as I quickly got up.

"Hey, bucket heads!" As I got all of their attention I gave them the middle finger and blew them a kiss. "Come and get me, ass-kissers!" They continued to shoot at me but I continued to move out of the way. God, not a good night to wear a tight dress. My feet started to hurt and the black tile floors were slippery. The zipper to my dress flicked at my neck while I ran and bounced up and down.

I looked back to see if any more soldiers were coming. There were definitely less than I saw last time. They must be trying to cut me off. My breathing was coming out short now, I needed to rest. Something caught my vision from the corner of my eye as I passed by a hallway. I stopped and heard a tiny voice in my head. Elizabeth. I shook my head and slowly started walking towards the hallway.

Elizabeth, come here. I pushed my back up against the wall and peeked around the corner. Gigantic doors stood at the end of the hallway. I stepped out into the open and focused on the door. Something about that door wasn't right, something seemed. odd. Before I knew it another headache attacked my brain and I fell to the floor clutching my head.

A scream escaped me as my fingernails scratched the floor. A stinging pain hit my back before I blacked out again.

~X~

My neck hurt and my body felt hot, normally not a good sign. As my curled hair fell past my shoulders I saw that it was now its natural sepia brown color instead of its crystal white. Based on the way the room was colored I guessed that I was still wearing the eye contacts as the room glowed in a light orange.

I tugged on my arms but found that they were bound by metal cuffs. My body was spread out into an X shape and I was being held in a circular figure, but there was no glass or border to keep me concealed. I tried to return to my frozen form but my body temperature was too warm. I struggled to free myself but was unable to do so. I at least hope Canary was able to get away. I looked at the cuffs and tried to pry them off.

"You can stop, darling." I looked forward, catching an old man sitting in a chair across the room. He looked to be tall and muscularly thin, wearing a black cloak. He had bright blonde hair and scary blue eyes. He looked handsome for his age; probably in his mid forties.

"Where am I?" This was a demand, not a question. He chuckled and stared at me.

"You're my guest." I scoffed.

"I hardly think this would be 'guest' treatment." He began to walk up to me, but very slowly. My heart raced as he grew closer. Was this who I thought it was?

"My dear," He stood in front of me now. His expression scared me, but his eyes were so dark, filled with hatred. "I must warn you that a whole lifetime of torture is coming your way." I tugged on the cuffs one more time, but I refused to break eye contact with him.

"But, you won't have to experience the torture if you spill what you know right now." It was, this was him. The Dark Lord himself. The Lord of evil and torture and pain. I scrunched up my nose and spit on his shoe.

"Go to hell." He chuckled and turned away.

"Have it your way, darling." I huffed in frustration as he walked away. What a dirty man. "James!" My body flinched as he yelled. I heard a creak as I turned my attention to the door. A beautiful boy stepped through the doorway wearing all black. I could see his brown eyes from here. I ripped my eyes off of the boy and back onto the Dark Lord's back. Beautiful wasn't going to cut it. I looked back at him. Girls probably gawked at him and made googly eyes or bashed their eyelashes at him, and he was probably used to it, too. But I wasn't an easy girl, and instead I gave him a scowl.

The Dark Lord went over to 'James' and took him by the arm, whispering in his ear as the boy nodded. There was such a dark force around the area where they were standing. It made me cringe. The Dark Lord soon opened the door and slammed it shut behind him, making me jump. I sighed and looked at James. His arms were crossed over his chest and he studied my body.

"Might as well kill me now," I suggested. I smirked slightly and blinked dramatically. "You're not getting anything from me." He scoffed and began to walk up to me.

"You know, I don't think pain is going to get me anywhere with you, if I'm being completely honest." I squinted my eyes at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He chuckled and rubbed his bottom lip as he stopped in front of me.

"For instance," His eyes bored into mine as my body began to shake. "Tell me." I forced my mouth to stay shut as his eyes crept through me as if he was exploring me, touching me. I felt as though he was controlling every vein and nerve in my body. Every movement. Every thought.

"I'm not giving you--anything." I felt his force become stronger on my body, the pain wasn't bearable enough for me to hide my emotions. Instead of letting out a full-blown scream, I screamed with my mouth shut.

"Tell me." I glared at him and didn't say a word. He blinked and the trance was gone. I took a couple deep breaths as my forehead began to lightly sweat.

"See what I mean?" He asked gesturing to me. He put his index finger up in the air between our faces and began to contemplate what he was going to say. "You know what," He smiled. "I've never exactly tried pleasure before." My heart sank and I could feel the color drain from my face as he peered at my face with a sly smirk on his face.

I wasn't trained to tolerate pleasure, I was trained to tolerate pain and suffering, blood and bodies.

"I doubt that'll work either." My braveness surprised me. How could I be so sure about whether this would work or not? He gave me a daring yet playful expression.

"So," He rubbed his hands together and shrugged. "What would you like me to do first?"

"Kill yourself," I answered bitterly.

"At least I'm giving you options." He laughed and placed his hands on his hips as he stared at me. "Man, you really are something."

"I'd rather die than get a compliment from you."

"What's with you and death?" I stayed quiet and looked away.

"Asshole."

"Now, now," He lightly grabbed my cheeks and turned my face towards him. "There's no need for that kind of language here." His hand traveled down my neck and played with my dress zipper. Anger boiled inside me, he thought he was taming me, well, I'm not something that can be tamed. I threw my head back and hit my forehead against his, giving him a hard head-butt. He stumbled back and I groaned.

"Holy shit." He groaned. I moaned as he shook his head. He took a few steps backwards but I gave him an intense stare.

"Don't fucking touch me," I warned.

"God, how much fight do you have in you?" He asked as he held his hands up in the air, showing mercy. I breathed a heavy sigh.

"More than you can imagine." I squinted my eyes to stop the ringing in my ears and the blurriness fogging up my eyes.

"So, since you basically blew your once in a lifetime opportunity to choose what you wanted, I'm taking over now." I struggled against the cuffs as he drew closer to my body.

"Stay away from me." He didn't stop but instead crept even slower with a smug smile plastered on his face. "I'm warning you." He just chuckled at my warning. He was only two steps away now. "I'm serious." He gently took my throat into his hand and lightly pulled me towards him.

"Are you now?"