Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-43957690-20191111212029/@comment-43957690-20191116205037

Chapter 4:

There was a sound like thunder ripping through the sky, and Sophie shot out of the void, and into the least likely place she could think of. Foxfire?

Or at least, Magnate Leto's office.

Lady Gisella whipped around, her face betraying no shock as she saw Sophie. "Ah, hello." He she nodded curtly. "I had a feeling I'd see you soon..."

"What. Did. You. Do?" Sophie snarled, storming closer.

"Ah, so I assume Keefe's awake. Good." The way she turned back around and continued with what she was doing dispite the fact that Sophie was ready to inflict all the pain and hurt she'd ever felt into Gisella was infuriating.

"TELL ME WHAT YOU DID TO HIM!!!" Sophie roared, not caring about subtlty.

"He can't remember anything, can he?" Gisella asked loosely, as she rummaged through the drawers of Magnate Leto's desk.

Sophie shoved her with her telekinesis, slamming her into the wall. "Enough games! You wiped his memeries, now tell me how to fix it or I'm gonna blast you with the most pain you've ever felt in your life, and maybe break your mind. I don't know, I'm still debating."

Lady Gisella shook her head and clucked her tongue. "This is the problem Sophie, you don't have a plan, and for this reason, you let your enemies get the best of you. See, I'm the one with the power, here. I'm the only one who knows what Keefe is going through, and how to take care of him. If you break my mond or inflict- or use any of the other little 'gifts' you have on me, I won't tell you anything." She smiled, sickly sweet.

Sophie took slow breaths, as she backed away, and loosed her teleinetic hold on Gisella. The woman, stepped away from the wall, and stretched her arms a bit.

"Tell me what you did to Keefe, and how to fix him." Sophie said, this time quieter.

"That's not how this work,s Sophie. First, you have to give me something I want."

"What?"

Gisella smiled. "That's better, isn't it?.  See what can happen when we cooperate?"

Anger rose in Sophie's stomach. "Just tell me." She said, through gritted teeth.

"I wan't the Cache." She said blankly.

"I don't know what you're taling about."

Gisella rolled her eyes. "Honestly, you're so like Keefe. A terrible liar."

Sophie bit her lip, looking at her shoes. She was terrible at this kind of thing. Lady Gisella just waited, leaning up against the desk, and watching her. "You have until tomorrow, this time. Then I'll want your descision. If you should decide yes, leave the Cache in an envelope in my son's old locker. That way I'll know how to find it."

And then Gisella took something from her pocket and held it up to the light. A beam focused before her, and she stepped into it and glittered away.

And Sophie? She stood there, hugging herself, and filling to the brim with dread.