|The Ghost of Xemnes
Author: Silvester PM
Rose has been a slave in Xemnes as long her whole life, and she wants nothing more then to dethrone the evil tyrent Ashe and his spoiled son who rule the fortress Xenmess. The only thing to oppose him is a misterious ghost hanting the fortess.Rated: Fiction T - English - Mystery/Romance - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,631 - Reviews: 2 - Updated: 01-14-09 - Published: 01-03-09 - id: 2617066
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"This place looks like a donut, only this donut is fifty feet high, topped with barbed wire and sprinkled with guards instead of sprinkles." Molly grinned up at me.
"Have you ever even had a donut?" She asked. I smiled wistfully.
"Ya, once. My mom managed to get me one. Don't ask me how." Her eyes grew large.
"What did it taste like?" I closed my eyes trying to think of a comparison that she could relate to.
"Do you remember the honey we snuck last Christmas?" She nodded. "Well, it's sweeter then that!" Her eyes grew the size of dinner plates. I was starting to wonder whether or not I should poke them back into her head when a guard yelled at us from up on the wall.
"Move your lazy backs you worthless loafers!" We scrambled to pick up the bricks that we were supposed to be putting onto the wall. I ground my teeth.
"Someday I'm going to lob a brick though one of their heads." I muttered.
"We would all like too." Molly sighed. I clenched my fists.
"I know. But someday I will." I picked up another brick and crammed it into the mortar. We were all slaves here. Well except the guards who work for Ashe, and I hated Ashe more then anyone else in the world. He was the one who had captured all of us and made us slaves. I hated him and the fortress that he had made us build. He calls it Xemnes. He rules it along with his spoiled bratty excuse for a son. Molly guessed what I was thinking.
"Speak of the devil." She nodded at the gates were Ashe and his son were entering the work yard. I leaned over towards Molly.
"Look, Ashe brought his puppy." Molly laughed, I couldn't help it I laughed too. Our laughter rippled across the dead silent courtyard. Ashe turned his vulture head towards us. We quickly looked down and hoped he was in a good mood. If we were lucky he would forget about us. It wasn't our lucky day.
He crooked his finger at the nearest guard. He made a quick bow and made his over to us. I could only think of one think to say. "Crap."
He grabbed Molly's arm and renched her up. I stood up before he could touch me. He looked like he was still considering grabbing me too. I lifted my chin and stared him in the eye.
"I can walk be myself." I walked out boldly in front of him. He looked a little confused so he followed. As I got nearer to Ashe I started shaking. Getting in trouble in Xemnes was about the stupidest thing you could do, and I had not only gotten myself in trouble but Molly too. I couldn't let anything happen to her. At least I didn't have to worry about her saying something dumb. She was scared senseless.
As we got nearer to Ashe I got my first close look at his son. I hated to admit it, but he was handsome. He was tall, and skinny, with blue eyes and dark brown hair that fell into his eyes. Then my attention was drawn back to Ashe. His black eyes and vulture nose looked even creeper close up. I stopped a few feet in front of Ashe. He seemed to be trying to bore a hole in my head with his his eyes. It wasn't working, Mom always told me I had a thick head. He smiled menisingly.
"I see you have no problem in insulting anyone." I tried to think of something intelligent to say, but I think I must have swallowed some glue earlier, my tongue just decided to not move. So I decided to stand there and try to look inicent. "I don't suppose that you know anything about the 'ghost' that has been disturbing the work here?" I shook my head. He looked at Molly. Molly looked so scared and inisent that he didn't spend much time searching her face. She was lucky, she was so pretty and so sweet looking she could have gotten away with anything. He turned his head back to me. O lucky me, if I ever got out of this I'd have to ask her how she did it.
Ashe turned to another guard. "Take her to the dungeon." Mollys head snapped up, I could see that she was about to say something stupid. So I kicked her. She bit her lip and looked at her feet. She looked like she was going to cry. I suddenly felt a burst of anger. I'm still not sure why, but when the guard came up and grabbed my arm to pull me to the dungeons I somehow found the strength to dig my heals in and look him in the eyes.
"I don't know anything about the 'ghost' but I know even if I did I wouldn't tell you a ***** thing." And then I spat in his face. Everyone gasped. Ashe slowly put his hand up and wiped his face. Then he slapped me hard across the face. I looked back at him and held his gaze until a guard yanked me toward the dungeon. As I passed I caught a glimpse of his sons face. He looked at me strangely like he was almost impressed, but horribly angry at the same time. It scared me, so I was almost relieved when I got my cell.
I'm not sure how long I sat in that dark cold cell. I started shaking with cold and fear. I had know idea what they would to me too try to get answers. I was glad that I didn't have any answers for them. I thought I saw shadows moving once or twice, but when I looked there was nothing there. I started to think that I was going crazy, so I did the first thing that I thought of. I started to sing. I'm not sure how long I sang. The wind became colder and the shadows become longer. Finally I stopped. I started thinking about the next day whether Ashe would touercher me until I died, or whether he would just accept that I had no idea what the heck he was talking about, or maybe...
"Don't stop singing, it was beautiful." I spun around towards the dark part of my cell were the voice had come from. A tall figure was leaning against the wall, I blushed.
"Pardon me, I didn't realize that there was anyone else in here." I sputtered. He laughed.
"I noticed. I was about to say something when you started to sing."
"So... what are you in here for? I'm in here for-"
"Your in here because Ashe thinks you have information about the ghost. That and you spat in his face." He stated calmly. I started. But he continued before I could say anything. His voice grew low and harsh. "That was a stupid thing to do! He could have killed you on the spot, and he might have let you go if you hadn't." I didn't know why, but his words stung me more then any whipping I had ever gotten. I was about to explain what I did when the door slammed open and the night watch came in to check on me. My cell mate swore and vanished. Literally. One minute he was sanding in front of me, and the next he was gone. Only then did I realize that I had been talking to The Ghost of Xemnes.
It didn't take long for me to get rid of the guard, for he was tired and wanted to sleep. After he left I went to look over my cell again. No matter how hard I looked I couldn't discover how the ghost had gotten out. I refused to belive he was actually a ghost and could go through walls and all that junk. I knew that if I just looked long enough I would be able to find something. I might have looked all night if I hadn't heard him softly laughing behind me. I turn slowly to see him standing out side my cell looking amused. I was a little afraid to say something, I didn't want him to get mad at me again. Luckily I didn't have to.
"If your hoping to find something by all means keep going. Don't let me stop you." Now that my eyes were more acosomed to the darkness of his side of the cell I could see that the top half of his face was covered with a jet black mask. Everything he wore was black. It reminded me of one of the superhero stories my mother had told me. The ones where a ordinary man had decided to hide his identity and fight the bad guys. Thats what we had needed here. When The Ghost showed up two years ago and began fighting Ashe at every turn, it was an answered prayer. I felt suddenly shy talking to him. He waited for a minute before he spoke again.
"I need to get you out of here." He said softly. My head jerked up. I suddenly felt as if someone had tied my tongue into knots.
"But.... but why me? I mean, I don't know any of your secrets, I'm not important-" He cut me off.
"Your brave. Maybe not the smartest, but you are brave. Besides I feel responsible for you." I bristled. But I decided to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want to get him mad at me.
"So, how are you going to get me out of here." I asked.
"Simple. I'm going to kill you."