|The Life of a Riddler
Author: KorgelGirl PM
Luke Scarlett has never really fit in anywhere. Charlene Riddler is a young girl that fights tooth and nail for what she wants. Lola Mason has become Charlene's little shadow, and life turns upside-down for this little girl.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure - Chapters: 3 - Words: 3,553 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 08-06-11 - id: 7260392
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My bright green eyes flashed in anger at the prison guard. "Take me, but don't you dare touch Lola!"I snarled, stepping between the big man and the little blonde girl.
"Oh, shut up. We don't want the little girl, we want you,"the guard spat at me.
"Charlie? I'm scared!"Lola cried, blue eyes wide as she clung to my legs.
I glanced down at the six-year-old. "Lola, it'll be fine. Just go find Luke. And when you see Luke, tell him I've gone to the castle." My smooth voice was assuring to the little girl.
"Yes, ma'am."Lola said.
"Ma'am?"the guard questioned, eyes wide. As Lola hurried away, I pushed my hood back, revealing my porcelain face and mane of auburn hair. The guard gasped.
"Ma'am." I confirmed. He flashed his yellow teeth in a smile and grabbed my left arm.
I scowled as he gave my arm a violent jerk. I used my right arm to pull something out of my boot: a bloodstained sword. In a second, I had the guard pinned against the wall, the blade at his throat.
Something moved behind me and I glanced back, seeing Luke Scarlett, without Lola. "Took ya long enough,"I grumbled.
Luke smiled at me. "Ahhh, I knew ya could handle it on your own,"he teased. I narrowed my eyes at him, but it was in play.
Suddenly, the guard squeaked, reminding me of his presence. I couldn't trust him, he'd have to die. A little extra pressure on the handle and... It was harder with my right hand, but I did it.
Still using my right hand, I tucked the sword back into my boot, the guard's blood dripping down my leg. As long as it wasn't mine, I could ignore it. But my left arm hurts sooo bad! I can't ignore that. Luke was looking at my left arm, too, as it hung limp at my side. "Charlie, are you okay?"he asked, staring at me.
"Of course,"I answered too quickly, hiding my arm with my cloak. I was positive it was broken, because I couldn't move it. And I didn't want the 17-year-old boy worrying over me.
But he knew I was lying. "We're getting you to Djaq."
"No!"But it hurt. "Fine."
We headed to the outlaws' camp. Djaq instantly hurried over, Will attached to her side.
"Charlie!"Djaq pulled open my cloak, eyes widening. "I'm gonna have to knock you out to fix it, Char. Luke, take her hand. She will probably crush it."
Luke nodded, obediently taking my right hand. I lightly squeezed it, unsure of what else to do. Luke brushed my hair out of my eyes with his free hand. "It'll be all right. Djaq's the best."he said.
"I know,"I answered, glancing at Will who was putting his arm around Djaq's shoulder. This was gonna hurt. Djaq's face confirmed that. And she was upset that she had to be the one to hurt me. Djaq picked up a large rock, and the last thing I saw was Luke's face as the pain overwhelmed me.