Chapter 2: Hideout

   Ewa eventually arrived at an old stone house a few weeks after she escaped from the dungeon. She was in hiding now, but it was just like old times: staying at her old hood’s hideout with a few of her good friends.
   “Mark! Gimme a pint, will ye!” she shouted, slamming her elbows onto the wooden table and waving her hand around.
   “Comin’ up, Bend!” Mark replied, in that voice that was as smooth as glass but sharp as a needle.
   “Where’s Cheat?” Ewa asked Lanny, who sat next to her. Lanny’s face was covered in thin stubble and dirt and his eyes were like flames, bright amber with specks of emerald. He had windswept black hair that hung just above his brow in uneven bangs. His chin was chiseled and his shoulders were broad and muscled.
   “Dunno,” Lanny said with a shrug. “Cheat likes to stay out late with Runner at the tavern.”
   “Who cares about Cheat and Runner? It’s just good to have ye back, Bend!” Bull interrupted with a grin. “Couldn’t do much without yer ‘special skills!’”
   “Eh, ye guys would be lost without me!” she laughed, gulping down her mug of rum.
   “How could we survive without ye, Bend? Ye could bruise a rock if ye poked it!” Mark snickered.
   “Hey,” Ewa said, standing up and dusting off her clothes. “I’m gonna go see that crazy old sorcerer ’bout the lessons. He owes me fer tryin’ to kill me!”
   “Do ye really want to go out lookin’ like a b*****d hood?” Lanny commented. “Do ye think they'll just let a criminal into the castle?”
   “You’re right,” Ewa said. “Eh, Markie! You still got that farm girl’s dress I bought?”
   “Here, it’s the red plaid one," Mark said, tossing her the dress. Ewa whirled into the dress and spun around, winking at her friends who snickered at the table.
   “How I love seein’ ye in that, Bend,” said Mark, smirking. “Makes me wanna ask ye to run away with me.”
   “Like she would go with you, Markie!” Bull laughed, slugging Mark in the shoulder. Ewa grabbed a basket full of old rotting vegetables laying on the broken table in the corner, waved good-bye, and left the hideout. She skipped down the path and hitched a ride on a carriage to the castle.

   “I brought these fresh vegetables for the king’s personal chefs! Straight from my home farm!” Ewa chimed, her huge blue eyes glimmering with staged innocence.
   “Of course,” the guard replied, obviously attracted to her. “I’ll escort you in.”
   Ewa followed him in the castle doors. He turned to her and scanned her up and down, smirking vulgarly.
   “May I ask your name, mademoiselle?” he asked. Ewa covered her lips with her fingertips, holding back her urge to laugh out loud.
   “My name is Vanessa,” she said.
   “Enchanté, Vanessa,” he replied, kissing her hand lightly.
   Don’t try your French charm with me, buddy. If we were still with the hoods, we would beat the crap outta ye, Ewa thought.
   As the guard was about to speak again, Ewa leaned in close to the guard and stroked his cheek with her fingers.
   “Maybe I’ll see you again,” she whispered into his ear. She lightly pressed her lips against his, sending a shock through his veins; his lips went cold. He fell from her lips and collapsed on the ground, unconscious.
   “Or not,” she snickered. She walked through the castle hallways and approached a giant wooden door, sneering as she remembered the guard that dragged her sickly body to be disintegrated by the sorcerer. Ewa slammed the door open and entered, hands on her hips.
   “Ah, Ewa,” boomed a familiar voice. “You’ve arrived!”

Reviews

[Alexis]

I also love the bonds you've created between Ewa and her friends. This chapter was very good and I'm having a lot of fun reading this! Ewa is a cool character... Hehe! I look forward to seeing what happens next!

[Wicahpi]

hahahah I wish I could do that ... give electrical kisses!
I got a giggle out of that. Thank you!

[Darruesh Eetraydes]

HAHAHA do't try your french charm with me. I like bonds you created with Ewa and her friends