Part 2 Chapter 8

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AN; So I'm pleased to present this chapter to you. I don't know if you will like it, but I do! I'm starting to get hyped about this book again! So recently I discovered that one of my readers' story was inspired by this story, which I think is awesome! It also made me wonder if anyone else got inspiration from this book. If so please tell me, I would love to read it(: And also please feel free to write fan fictions about this story if you want and do I have artists out there? I don't know if this story is good enough or popular for that type of fan level, but I would love to have Fifth Element related fan art posted to these stories. Anyways, thanks for reading<3 Sam(:

"Wake up Miss. Silver," were the words that awoke me from my deep slumber.

"Ten more minutes, nobody goes into that dumb old store anyways," I mumbled groggily, rolling onto my side and away from that voice. I was too much still asleep to detect the iciness its tone and had I been slightly more awake. I would've immediately known who that voice's owner was.

A pain so great that it dislodge the core of my being suddenly ripped through me and I cried out in agony.

"How about I send you into an eternal sleep then," the voice said and laughed.

My eyes fluttered open, and I gazed into two empty gray eyes hovering above me. Greta grinned triumphantly down at me, her smile crinkling her pale skin. She wore a plain white dress splattered with specks of red liquid, which looked an awful lot like blood, and her gray hair had been slicked back into a bun with a few stray pieces perturbing from here and there.

"Greta," I growled, attempting to sit up so I could claw her stupid ugly eyes out with my nails, but something was pinning me to the ground and preventing me from completing my wish. I looked down at myself confused and saw that something was protruding from my stomach. It was a long black blade of a sword, and Greta had its hilt clasped in both her hands.

I let out a small gasp and as I did blood gurgled in my throat and spilled down the corner of my mouth. I coughed violently as more blood filled my throat and blocked my airway, spraying blood Greta and myself in a fine layer of my blood. This only made Greta laugh harder, her mouth opening impossibly wide.

"Violet!" I heard someone cry out in agony.

I turned my head to look a Henry standing a few feet away. He was being held back by two soldiers in bright red uniforms but by the looks of things they were barely restraining him. His electric blue eyes were wild with anger and fear, and they were locked onto me.

"Don't hurt her anymore! If you do, I'll make sure to burn you alive!"

Greta flicked her eyes over to him and back to me, a look of annoyance on her face.

"How irritating, I'm trying to have a girl on girl talk, and you keep interrupting me," she sighed. "Don't hurt her, if you do I'll burn you alive, " she mimicked him, while she took one of her hands off the sword and held it out to where Henry and the men stood. Slowly she began to close it into a fist, and Henry stopped struggling. He took his eyes off of me and looked at Greta in shock before he began to convulse.

"Henry!" I tried to cry out, but all I managed to do was to cough up more blood. Greta simply laughed and twisted the sword in my stomach, and my vision began to fade.

"Violet!"

I opened my eyes to Vivian leaning over me, shaking my shoulder violently. She was crouched down on the ground beside me. The sky above us had just started to gray.

I sat up abruptly and began to frantically run my hands over my stomach to try and find where the sword had pierced my stomach. I sighed in relief when I felt nothing. A dream, it had all just been a dream. Wow, hadn't had one of those vivid nightmares in a while.

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