The Three

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Maleficent Is Queen

In Marigold’s Eyes

Samuel had already dozed off and was hugging a cushion and digging his head in it. He looked so peaceful, I didn’t dare wake him.

I glance anxiously at him one last time before following Henchman in.

Idiot.

How can he be so relaxed at a time like this?

I face Henchman as he led me through the corridors and into a very tiny room.

This is it. This is the place where I will be sleeping for practically the rest of my life.

A singular bed sat in the middle of a square room, a small off-white dresser with a matching chair was perched beside it. A square window was covered with curtains at the very far end, the cool breeze made my toes curl.

Henchman stood beside me, and I broke into a genuine smile.

“Thank you,” I said half-heartedly.

So sweet of him to escort me to my bedroom without ripping my head off.

He returned my smile with a small grin and replied in a thick Mexican accent:

“I’m glad we have visitors for a change.” And trotted away, and I’m left alone.

My legs have failed me, and I surrendered, letting them walk me to the bed and sink into the white sheets. The pillows were soft and fluffy. My body immediately relaxed.

I dont wanna be here. Damn it.

We finally found Trace, but he found us first.

We are trapped in his fist.

The most shocking thing of all, though, is that he is like us.

Just like us.

I wouldn’t have thought in a million years that the mission would turn around like this.

All we can do now is wait.

As if he can hear my thoughts, Trace barged into my room. There he was, right in front of me, dark and brooding.

He’s still wearing his black suit, but his hair was a jet-black mess. The wispy strands fell on his forehead, but his bright blood-shed eyes are still as bright as ever.

His large brows were furrowed into a frown, looking like he’s trying to solve a really hard sudoku puzzle.

Despicable.

“Do I...” He tried to not sound curious by sharpening his tone, but it didn’t come out right.“Do I know you? You look oddly familiar.”

“What gives it away?” I smirked.

But as soon as these four words escaped my mouth, Trace stared at me, a look of horror on his face. It was as if me saying that triggered something in him.

His eyes clouded with so much grief I couldn’t help but stare in confusion. His eyes hardened.

“Sleep now, you peasant. There will be breakfast tomorrow. And No TV before 8 in the morning.”

He marched away dramatically, before bumping his head straight into the door. He cursed under his breath, and awkwardly scattered away. I tried not to grin.

Ridiculous.

I hear Henchman muttering something in a low voice,

“Is something going on, sir?” followed by Trace roaring in anger:

“SHUT UP MINION I DO NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON THE ENEMY!”

~

The next day, my mind still played over the events of yesterday.

Absolutely ridiculous.

I heave myself off of the bed. I’m still wearing the grey sweatpants and jacket Samuel gave me, which were stained with blotches of sweat. I went up to the bathroom to freshen up. I gaze at myself in the mirror and gasp in absolute terror.

Oh my God.

I looked like Chewbacca.

My short brown hair is ruffled into a nest at the top of my head, and strands of curls are sticking out. I had crusty drool on my lips from yesterday. There were dark bags under my eyes, and my face was pale from the cold.

I splashed my face with water and tried to brush my hair with my fingers before getting out and into the hallways. I’m greeted by Samuel who was already awake, eating a bowl of cereal on the couch. I flopped down beside him.

“Morning.” He smiled.

“Morning,” I faced him suddenly and hissed under my breath. “We need to get out of here.”

He froze before saying impatiently. “Let me finish my cereal first.”

Just as I was about to smack him with the remote, Trace entered the living room.

He was wearing the silliest purple night robe I’ve ever seen. It was black from the outside, but I can see dark purple on the inside.

I locked my eyes with Sam’s, and we both tried not to laugh. Samuel tried to cover it but snorted instead and squirted cereal milk from his nose.

Trace gritted his teeth.”What, I like purple! Brings out my complexion.”

“You look like a walking eggplant” I snicker.

“Everyone has a villain they look up to... My so just happens to be Maleficent.” He throws his head back in pride.

So much sass in one person.

“Anyway,” He continued. “I’m going back to sleep, I’ll come back in a minute. Don’t. Touch. Anything. And he was gone.

I looked at Samuel. Samuel looked at me.

“Let’s just stay for a bit more,” He pleaded.

“Remember the sparks and weird electricity shit we created when the three of us held hands? It was as if we were meant to meet. Don’t you wanna know what that was?”

As much as it scares me, I wouldn’t mind staying here for a bit. Samuel’s right, Trace could be experiencing what we experienced. And that TV must have tons of shows. What have I got to lose?

“Fine.” I reached for the remote and started switching between channels.

This is incredible. We are sitting in the greatest evil’s lair, watching TV.

“Thank you. Genuinely.” He ran his hands through his ginger locks.

A female report’s voice and my surname plastered in big letters behind her grasped my attention.

I drop my jaw in shock.

I’m…

I’m on the news channel.

~

“Eighteen-year-old Marigold Abbot was pronounced missing just yesterday. She was last witnessed at her older sister’s wedding and had vanished since then. Central Police Department is on the case, and are doing the best they can to find her.The mother of Marigold, Sofia Abbot, was quick to dial the emergency line, and had told them everything that happened during that time.”

The reporter’s face disappeared, and a recording of the 911 call had replaced the screen. I recognize mom’s anxious voice:

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“My daughter is missing! I can’t see her anywhere!”

“Alright, ma’am. May I have your name, and when was the last time you saw her?”

“We were celebrating Grey’s wedding, you know... I was talking to Melissa and Vicky about the amazing decorations Grey made...A few seconds later, she was gone!”

“I’m going to have to ask you to calm down, ma’am, and try to remember the places she would’ve gone to.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN? LISTEN HERE SIR, YOU

CAN’T ASK ME TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY

DAUGHTER IS MISSING!”

“Ma’am-”

“I WOULD CALL YOU AN IMBECILE BUT THAT’D BE

CUEL AS YOU WOULDN’T BE ABLE TO SPELL IT!”

“U-um-”

“You find my daughter right. Now.”

~

Oh, sweet crackers.

Actually, I’m kinda glad mom called the cops. Makes me feel special.

Ha. Take that, Grey. Turns out I can do something that you can’t.

Samuel coughed awkwardly.

“How about we just...” He snatched the remote from my hand and quickly switched to an old retro show.

I unconsciously grabbed some popcorn from the table.

Just as I was about to reach for another snack, I hear a thud.

Then a louder thud. My ears started to ring.

The sounds came from the far wall to the left. I thought that it was from Henchman, but he was still asleep.

My senses perked up. I stared at Samuel in concern, and he looked at me, a slight frown on his face.

I hear a crash.

Not again.

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