Half an hour later, Lana was shoved, along with Dustfinger, into an abandoned one room house in the middle of what Lana guessed was the black jacket new headquarters. Years without the black jackets had led many to believe that they were actually dead and gone. Unfortunely, they were wrong. Apparently once they had gotten back to the inkworld, like Farid had told her they had, the blackjackets had reformed and gotten a new leader.
Lana fell with a thud next to dustfinger, who still hadn't said anything. Flatnose crouched down in front of her with a sickening grin on his face. He lightly pushed a string of hair that had escaped her braid behind her hair. She cringed away from him, not liking his proximity to her. He noticed this and grinned wider. "What? Don't like me?," he laughed before grabbing her roughly by the face and forcing his lips on hers.
She tried to pull away, but she couldn't do much with her hands tied behind her back, so she bit him as hard as she could. He yanked back and cursed loudly, some blood dripping out of his mouth. His anger was boiling out of him, a dangerous glint in his eyes that told her she was in deep trouble. Flatnose's fist came unexpected, hitting her in the side of the face with so much force that her head collided with the wall behind her and then slid down to Dustfinger's shoulder. Lana closed her eyes for a second trying to stop the dizzy feeling and spinning sensation she was feeling. She was barely aware that Flatnose and the other men had left until she heard the door close with a slam and heard the key turn in the lock.
"Oww," she moaned before trying to right herself to get off his shoulder. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were blazing with anger. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to fall on you," she stuttered.
His eyes immediately softened. "No, it's not you at all. Are you okay?" his eyes held concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she lied. She really felt disgusted, it revolted her that he had kissed her, had stuck his tongue in her mouth. And not only that, the side of her face hurt a lot. Lana lifted her hand to her face, it was hot and stung when she touched it, she winced. Her eyes lifted to find Dustfinger watching her intently as if he knew she were lying.
"What? I said I was fine." Lana snapped. She knew she shouldn't have, but she couldn't get over how he had treated her. How he had called her a liar, and one of the black jackets. She scooted a little away from him and hugged her knees to her chest, not wanting to talk.
"Are you really okay?" he asked, his voice sounding rough but soft. He seemed like he was thinking of what to say.
"Oh, yeah. Jolly good, having a great time. How bout you?" she asked in a sarcastic cheerful voice. She knew she shouldn't be acting so childish, but she didn't care. So sorry she couldn't be in a good mood after finding someone she fell in love with, being ripped away from him, kidnapped, kissed by a disgusting pervert, and all along with a man that hated her and called her a complete traitor/liar after she confided in him. So yeah, she should be in a great mood, wouldn't you think?
"I'm sorry...for everything I said. I shouldn't have made such accusations about you." Dustfinger said, sincerity in his voice. She could tell he was truthfully sorry, and wanted her to forgive him. Lana wasn't sure she really could forgive and forget, but it seemed she had no other option than to forgive, they had to find a way to escape.
"Don't worry about it. Anyone would make the same assumptions," Lana said, distracted. She was looking around the room, trying to find an opening that they could possibly use to their advantage. She found none, not even a crack in the wall, nothing that could help them.
As the night wore on, they sat in silence trying to think of a plan, coming up with no possible escape. Finally, Lana let her forehead fall to rest on her knees with a heavy sigh. "Have you thought of anything?"
"I'm afraid not. I suppose, as of right now, we should just wait and see what happens." Dustfinger said, and he sighed too.
After sitting through another hour of silence, Lana really just wanted to talk to someone, to get her mind off where they were and what might happen to her. She didn't want to think about everything that was swarming around in her head, all the questions she had, she just wanted something to stop herself from thinking about everything. She looked over at Dustfinger. It was dark, and all she could see was was his outline and his eyes when they felt her gaze and looked up to meet hers.
"What was it like with the White Women?" she asked, curiously.
"I don't remember. Why do you ask?" Lana had the impression that he was lying.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I'm just trying to get my mind off everything that I could be freaking out about."
"How much do you know about Farid, exactly?" he asked cautiously, like he wasn't sure how much he could say, without saying too much,
"Umm, well he told me everything, actually. About where he actually came from, about the silvertongues, Capricorn. He even told me about his old girlfriend. He talked about you a lot, he really thinks a lot of you. You all have been through a lot together."
He was quiet for a while, and she knew he was thinking about something. The thought of Farid made her heart ache, and her eyes swim with tears in the possibility that she may never see him again. She missed him more than anything. She wished she could be in his warm arms, looking into his eyes full of love. She didn't realize just how much she loved him, until now, when she didn't have him with her. He would've protected her, not let anyone or anything hurt her. She curled her body up, hugging her knees and rested her face in her knees again. She angrily wiped a tear away. Oh how she hated to cry and feel weak, and here she was letting Dustfinger see her cry again. Though she was sure he couldn't see her in the dark, she still felt he knew she was upset, so she decided to be honest and not even try to fool him. "I miss Farid so much...I've never felt this way for anyone..." her voice was soft and very quiet.
"I know, but don't worry. We're going to find a way out of here. No matter what."
Meanwhile, back at Dustfinger and Roxane's house....
Farid woke to find the house completely deserted. He stumbled to the kitchen to find a note from Roxane addressed to Dustfinger: Gone to the marketplace to get more herbs. Be back in a few hours. Roxane. That explained one person gone, but where were Lana and Dustfinger? Leaving the note on the table, he walked out to the front porch and looked around, but saw nothing. Dustfinger wasn't out back playing with fire and there were no sign of where either of them had gone. Farid figured Lana might have gone with Roxane and maybe Dustfinger was just out in the village or something. So he sat down in one of the rocking chairs to wait for someone to get back.
He felt much better, just a little pain in his shoulder, but it was still healing. Farid sat thinking a few minutes when he suddenly heard someone approaching from the woods. He looked over, suspecting one of them, but it wasn't. The person was too far away to make out any features, but he could tell by the figure that it was large and bulky. The figure came closer and closer until he could finally see the person if he squinted. He was too shocked to do anything until the person saw him and caught his eye from a few feet away. Neither of them said a word, only stared.
In the yard in front of him, stood Basta, looking rough like he had traveled a far ways and been through much. And the strangest part of it all was that he wasn't threatening him with a knife.
Author's Note: Okay, I'm not proud of this chapter. I've been having trouble with my stupid wi-fi connection so I haven't been able to write much, SOO I had to write this in one sitting, which didn't work out too well. But this is the best I could do, so I hope you like it! Next chapter will be better, I promise! Review, please!