The Queens Visit

The same irritatingly bright, light shone in the cell, and reflected off of the metallic basin that stood in the corner. Jamming his eyes shut as tightly as possible didn't do much to hinder the effect it had on his already sore head, made even worse by the guards' delivery of him into his new room. It was a cell, a solitary one, the sort they kept for those accused of the sort of crime that he was - political ones with a high potential for escape attempts. A few more heavy boot-induced bruises were added to his newly acquired collection before the guards seemed pleased with their handiwork. They unlocked his wrists and set to finally leave, locking him away for the remainder of the light cycle.

She edged her body along the wall trying to keep from frightening it further and eased downstairs to open

She let her feet carry her down the staircase, stopping once she caught sight of the woman - her back facing Claudia, body swinging to a halt. She took the last few steps that would bring her face to face with the corpse. She studied the woman's face; age lines peeking out from the corners of eyes, nose, and mouth; blue lips tilted up. Her eyes traveled down to the woman's throat, taking in the crimson indentations where rope met skin.

Her feet padded by the thick rug running through the middle of the hall she came upon a door. Giving a quick turn of the head she was satisfied that no one was following her and no one appeared to be inside. Rolling through and lifting herself into a crouch she surveyed the surroundings. A large room with four entrances, completely empty apart from

At the end of the hall was a few creaky iron stairs. He wasn't surprised. He began walking upward and soon found himself in something much more complicated than a bunker.

Gwen spun on her heels and continued her hurried gait toward the dungeons, Fredrick not far behind, and nothing left to say. At least nothing that she would listen to right now. They were at the stairs that led to the cells below in no time and not breaking her stride, Gwen hiked up her skirt so far that she bared more ankle and calf that would send some eyebrows skyward. In fact, she tucked the fabric and a kerchief into her bodice so that her legs were free from obstruction even when she was on the ground floor and winding her way through the maze of crowded cells until she stood before

She searched for a turn but the walls remained smooth and unbroken. Wind whipped through her hair, turning her around to make her see an entrance that she swore wasn’t there before.

The ominous creaks of the weathered wooden floorboards reverberated in her ears. Visions of the tribulations of her past consumed Dora’s mind as she feebly maneuvered her way through the deep blue chamber of anguish. Her aging bones groaned in agony as she moved through the gas chambers, driven by the possibility of a prosperous life awaiting her. With benevolence pulsing through her heart, Dora progressed, knowing the arduous journey from redemption was coming to an end.

She looked in and saw a young woman curled up in a ball. She was as far away from the cage door as she could and she was visibly shaken.

Morgana sat on the cot, her head buried in her hands, wild hair spilling down her arms. She raised her head at his final approach on the other side of her cell bars with a group of faces known and unknown to her. Bloodshot eyes, haunted and confused, met his before the moment passed and the coldness returned upon recognition. She pulled herself to her feet with as much grace as her weakness would allow, slightly swaying in the balancing of her stance.

“Why not call in the National Guard too? I told you we should have taken her back for further questioning. And you know what the boss is going to say.”

And then she saw a faint slither of light under the door. Well, since she couldn’t go back to sleep, she kicked off the covers and crept across the floor. The hinges didn't squeak, and soon she was on the landing. First, she looked to the left, and then to the right, poised to retreat back inside the room if someone came along. Merging with the shadows as much as she could, she made her first tentative steps towards the stairs. Then, down and down she went.

He rubs his nose with his thumb and breathes in hardly to clear his nose. He walks down the white wall corridor that was made brighter due to the lights that stretched the length of the corridor.The hallway was quiet enough that his black Oxfords echoed with every step he took. At the end of the corridor there is a pair of sliding doors with a surveillance camera that guarded the door like a red-eyed Cyclops. As he approached the door the camera acknowledged his presence and requested a password for entry.

But suddenly… Suddenly someone opened the door on top of the ladder and jumped in to the room.

Using her arms to shield her breasts, Vanessa made her way back towards the entrance (her only exit), nervously contemplating her next move. Before making further progress, with great dismay, the door began to swing open — people were coming!