Spell Bound Week 6

Stacy? Stacy, talk to me. Come on, Stacy.... Stacy?! Stacy, talk to me! Stacy, please! Markus turned to see the hovercraft taking off and was pushed back by a force that he didn’t see. Mark, Tom, and Sam were pushed against the wall and were forced to watch them take Stacy away.
“Stacy!” Markus couldn’t move till they couldn’t hear or see the hovercraft anymore.
“I can’t hear her thoughts or feel what she feels…” Mark said as the force holding them back released them and they dropped to the ground, landing on their feet. Markus then flew into the air and called to Stacy. Tommy looked at Sam and saw her crumble to the ground with a thud. Tommy’s breath left him in a quick gasp. 
“Sam!” Tom ran over and knelt beside her. Tommy wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her tight. Sam rested her head on his shoulder trying to hold back all the feelings she felt for him. She knew what was happening, she was trying to spell bond with Tom. She didn’t want to, she couldn’t afford to love him let alone be Spell Bonded with him but she was getting weaker the more she used her power to push her true feelings away. Now she had no strength left to fight her feelings for more than a few minutes.
“Sam, what’s wrong?” Tommy sounded far away but worried all the same. Sam’s forehead was beaded with sweat and her body shook fiercely and her lips trembled with words unspoken. Sam’s eyes looked so distant that Tommy thought she was dying. Tommy couldn’t think of a world without his sweet Sam.
“You can’t leave me.” Tommy whispered and shook his head. “I can’t begin to imagine my life without you, Sam.”
“I can’t fight my feelings anymore, Tom.” Her eyes started to close as the last of her strength went out. Can’t fight anymore? Does that mean you’re going to Spell Bond with me? Tom thought smiling. To Sam it felt like he whispered the words but she knew that the Bonding was starting. It made Tommy feel better that Sam wasn’t dying but falling in love with him and they would be forever Bonded. It was a rare thing to be Bonded with someone because the persons power has to be strong to do it, in Sam’s case it was rare but in Stacy’s case it was next to unheard of.
“I love you, Tom.” Her voice was barely audibly.
“And I love you, Sam.” The words were heard and Sam feel into the sickness/sleep and her fever began. Tommy didn’t want to move. He wanted to stay in that moment forever with his arms wrapped around Sam as she Bonded with him. Then a thought came to him. She’ll know who my real father is. This isn’t good. She’ll never truly love me knowing that… And if she tells Mark they won’t trust me… or Ally.
“Markus! You have to get down here, it’s Sam.” Tommy’s voice broke slightly and tears went down his face. Not of sorrow but of happiness. He truly had his Sam and no one would take her away. Tom’s words broke into Markus’s fussing and he flew down.
“What happened?” It was the first words out of Mark’s mouth. He wasn’t next to Sam when the fight happened. She could have been hurt and he would have never known.
“She’s starting to Spell Bond with me, Markus.” Markus smiled at his friends and told Tom he was happy for him then asked what they were going to do with Sam. They wouldn’t be able to get any of Sam’s blankets because they were in her room and they couldn’t go in there, at least that’s what Markus thought.
“I’m going to put Sam in her room.” Tommy told Markus and stood with Sam in his arms.
“And how, may I ask, do you plan to do that?”
“Master D. was my mom’s dad; Making him my grandpa.” Tommy said slowly gauging how Mark would take it. Markus was slightly shaken by this news but it made since. Tommy’s mother was a Witch it only made since that Master D. was her father but what about Tom’s father? Where did he fit into the picture?
“The bonding last only as long as getting your powers last. She’ll wake up by tomorrow night and we’ll head out the next morning. Set her up then go get some rest yourself. We’ll all need it.” Markus told him then walked to his bedroom to have the first of many sleepless nights.

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Feeling started to come back to Stacy as did her senses. She felt things connected to her arms and her wrist felt heavy as did her ankles. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a rock ceiling. She craned her head to see that the walls looked like hard smooth rock and the small bit of the floor looked the same. Where was she? There was a door at the end of the huge room and there were no windows as far as Stacy could see. It was then that Stacy realized she was lying on a cool table and she was shackled to it while hooked up to different machines. She wanted to scream or cry or maybe both then she remember Markus could hear her thoughts.
Markus? Markus can you hear me? Stacy thought then her body shook violently as one of the machines shocked and an alarm went off over her head. The shocking stopped and left her gasping for air and in tears. She wanted to clutch her stomach because that hurt the most, besides her heart but couldn’t move. Partly by fear of being shocked again and partly by the shackles.
“I see we have decided to wake up, hm?” A voice that sent chills down Stacy’s spine called out as the shrill of the alarm turned off with a sharp squeak.
“Who… Who are you?” Her voice was small and her body started to shake with fear of being shocked again.
“Oh, don’t worry, my dear Ally. I won’t hurt you.” The man stayed in the shadows so Stacy couldn’t see him, making himself only frighten her more.
“Have we met?” Stacy whispered.
“Yes, seventeen years ago.”
“When I was born?”
“I was with your mother.” His voice was soft and Stacy didn’t know where he was heading with this. She was still shaking as another person walked into the room and whispered something into the one man’s ear.
“You knew my mother?”  Stacy had an idea. If he was in here maybe the alarm wouldn’t go off, and if the alarm did go off then the shocking wouldn’t.
Markus?
Stacy! Where are you?
I don’t know but there’s this man and he- AHH!! The shocking pain ripped into her thought as her scream echoed around the room.
“Turn it off!” The man shouted and the shocking stopped a heartbeat later. Stacy lay there panting as tears raced down her cheeks, her body started to feel numb and her eyelids heavy.
“I do not wish to harm my daughter any more than we need to, do you understand.” The man came into the light and Stacy saw a very blurry image him. He wore a dark wizard cloak black on the outside and red on the inside. He had no hair on the top of his head but on the side and back, they came up and sat on the side of his head like grey and black horns. His eyebrows were slanted and pointed that made him look like he was scowling. He had beady little blue eyes; the color reminded her of Tommy. And he had a strip of black hair on his narrow chin with a white stripe in the middle like a skunk’s tail. His robe had a fancy looking M on it and a name came to her mind.
“Morta, you’re my father?” Stacy asked breathlessly. She heard her long lost father cackle as she blacked out yet again.

Stacy woke hours later feeling drained. She didn’t feel the cool metal table under her anymore. Stacy opened her eyes to see she was sitting upright in a corner chained at the ankles and wrists with a long heavy metal chain to the wall.
“I hear you go by Stacy now. So, Stacy, where are your little friends now that we destroyed their home?” Morta asked and was met with silence. Stacy wasn’t going to answer questions; she was going to ask them.
“You really are my father?” Stacy sounded as weak as she felt and Morta had the sudden urge to pick her up, hold her, and tell her everything was going to be alright. The evil side of him refused and instead of holding and comforting her he went to her side and slapped her across the face. His hand left a red mark across her cheek and tears stung her eyes.
“I asked you a question, Stacy.” He snarled. Again she didn’t answer. She couldn’t rat out her friends and she didn’t even know where they were if she did want to rat them out.
“Answer me, Ally!” He shouted. When again she gave no answer he slapped her on the same spot of her face. Blood started to trickle down her cheek and her tears started to flow. But she tried to stay strong.
“ANSWER THE QUESTION, I DEMAND YOU!” Morta shouted in a cruel devil like voice that made Stacy's skin crawl. Somewhere deep inside Stacy she gathered her strength and sat on her knees.
“And I demand you to answer mine!” Her voice was so strained and full of pain that it made Morta wish he was back years, and years ago and could watch his little kids grow up. He pushed the thought away. He didn't need his family. He had power. People feared and worshiped him. What more could he want?
“Answer me!” It pained Stacy to even sit up on her knees but she managed to stand. Morta was much taller than Stacy, 6”6 at least. She looked up into Morta's beady little blue eyes, which slightly looked like Tom's, and felt fear grip her. Maybe she shouldn’t know. What if the truth hurt her more than not knowing? They were both pondering those thoughts when Morta sighed.
“Yes.” Morta answered softly then grew angry. He shouldn't have to answer to her. She was his prisoner! He can do whatever he wanted to her and she was too weak to do anything about it.
“But that means nothing! Nothing, do you hear me?! You will not ask questions. But you will answer them or else, do you understand that?” Standing there shaking with blood trickling down her face every doubt in her mind that her father wouldn’t kill her left her in a gust of wind, she knew he would but she deiced to tempt fate anyways. The only thing she had to lose was Markus and the way things looked, she had already lost him.
“You’re not going to kill me.” Stacy’s voice was weak and unthreating just as she looked. So much that Morta almost laughed and busted into tears at once. He picked her up by the shoulders and for a spilt second Stacy thought Morta would hug her. He didn’t. Instead he threw her against the wall so hard that it knocked the wind out of her. Stacy lay there holding her middle and tried to remember how to breathe.
“You had your mother’s hair when Master D. took you from me. It was the same length but brown-reddish… just like your brother.” Morta walked slowly, weighed down by the regret he’s had held for years, when his daughter’s barely audibly voice stopped him.
“Who is my brother and mother, where are they?  And what have you…” Morta looked back to see Ally had blacked out. Morta walked to another cell and smiled cruelly and chuckled evilly.
“Oh, Sally, my dear, if only you saw our daughter today. You would be so disappointed on how weak she has become. And you once said she was so strong.” He was looking at the rag-a-muffin that once was his wife, till he grew powerful and feared that she would try to take his power from him, they were happy. They had a two year old and a one year old son and a daughter on the way, they never fought, they didn’t have much but Sally and their child was happy so Morta tried his best. But he wanted more. He wanted power and gold and subjects to worship and fear him. He took his daughter when she was year old. Ally was an advanced young child. By the age of one she could speak and read well beyond her years. When Morta took her at the dead of night to his castle, where they are now, he taught her dark powers and spells to make her his protégé. When Ally turned two she knew every dark spell and knew about every dark power then Master D. came and stole her from her father. Morta looked his wife over. She had brown-reddish hair down to her waist. Her fair skin was covered with filth and her eyes were distant and she was growing thin. Her cheeks were turning hollow but to Morta she never looked more wonderful. He still loved her and that love was the only thing keeping her alive.
“Where is…” Sally was growing weaker every passing hour and never told him what he needed to know. Turns out that Sally didn’t have to tell him. His spies did.
“Get, Sally cleaned and fed, now!” Morta shouted and soon the men were opening Sally’s cell and woman were drawing her bath while another servant ran to get Morris and to tell the cook that he needed to feed Sally.
“When you are cleaned and fed if you look through that window into your neighboring cell you will see your daughter and how far from brilliant she has become.” With that Morta left so they could clean and feed his wife so some guilt would be lifted from his shoulders. Morta’s most trusted servant walked past him and headed to his wife to make sure everything was in order.
“Servant Morris,” Morta called and Morris realized that he didn’t bow before passing the Master. Morris filled with fear and slowly walked back to the Master and bowed low.
“Yes, Master?”
“I want you to put one of the women in charge of cleaning and feeding, Ally. They are not allowed to see one another, Sally and Ally with help. And I want the other thousands of prisoners to be on a shocking table and well, shocked. Do you understand, Morris?” Morris was dumbfounded. Shock all the prisoners expect Ally and Sally? Was the Master’s heart softening over finding his daughter?
“I said, do you understand, Morris?” Morta snarled. Morris bowed again.
“Yes, sir.” Morris turned to get to work but Morta stopped him again.
“And, Servant Morris,”
“Yes, sir?” Morris stopped but didn’t turn around.
“Heal my wife, will you? She is getting too… close to the grave for my liking.” Morris was glad he didn’t turn around because an uncontrollable grin stretched on his face.
“Of course, sir. Is that all?” Morris asked and Morta realized he had people to kill in three minutes.
“Yes, and if everything is not done by sun rise you and the people who are working on these tasks will be killed by noon, understand?” Morris could see that Morta was his old evil self again so he nodded and went to work and all was done in a matter of hours. After Sally was back in her cell and feeling fully back to health she walked slowly to the window and looked in it. There she saw Ally for the first time in years. She had blond hair but other than her hair she looked just like Sally did when she was younger.
“Ally?” Sally whispered and hoped her daughter would answer. Stacy had been washed and feed a small amount of food but wasn’t healed. She could barely lift her head she was so weak. Stacy heard her name being called and for a moment was lost in her dream. She was dreaming that she was lost in a dark forest. It was creepy to her and it frightened her knowing that Morta ruled to forest. Stacy heard her old name being called and wondered if her knight in shining armor came to rescue her.