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DAY ELEVEN PSYCH 101 || defiance. ||

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“Again!”

It’s Alphie who’s giving the orders this time. They’re trying to buzz harder than before, pushing themselves as hard as they can. They can stick limbs out of the carriage without much comment other than ‘don’t do that’, so they’re wanting to see how far they can actually push. They don’t trust the beings outside the carriage, there’s something far too inhuman about them, and this forest is winding on a little too long.

Erin and Neb both push against the wall, with Erin straining to use his powers. It’s obvious it’s starting to take a toll on him, he’s panting and out of breath. Alphie almost wants to stop to give Erin a break, but they’re all starting to sweat. The three of them haven’t used their powers this much before, and escaping really is proving to be more trouble than it’s worth, almost.

“Come on!” Neb encourages. She pats Erin on the back before going back to pushing against the wall. The carriage wobbles on two wheels before righting itself again, and the horse whinnies in pain again. When the carriage stops, and the driver starts yelling, the trio scramble back to their places, trying to appear innocent. The driver peeks back through the small window, glaring furiously at them.

“You lot are more trouble than you’re worth. I’ve half a mind to kill you all right here and right now, but I wouldn’t want to disappoint my client. Stop trying to hurt my horse!”

“Maybe you hit a pothole,” Neb suggests, pushing her hair out of her face. “This is a dirt road, filled with holes.”

“I’m watching you in particular, witch. If you hurt my horse again, I’m going to make your friends watch as I squeeze the life out of you.” The driver slams the window shut, and the carriage starts moving forward again.

“Oh no, not the hug of death,” Alphie quips before they can stop themself. It starts a chain reaction, with Neb snorting, followed by Erin, before the three of them are giggling uncontrollably. It’s such a stupid scenario, where the three of them are imprisoned in a carriage going god knows where, but some things can’t help but be ridiculously funny.

The laughter dies almost immediately after when a voice from one of the travelers pipes up. “We’re there. Cian should be waiting for us ahead, he said he has the perfect place to store them.”

Erin blinks in confusion. That name doesn’t sound familiar at all, he doesn’t recall ever meeting a Cian before. Before he can say anything, Alphie’s poking an arm out of the carriage and waving. At least, Erin can see the up-and-down movement of Alphie’s shoulder.

“Sorry to be a bother,” Alphie starts, pulling their arm back in. “Who is Cian?”

“Little human, Cian is our lord. You’ll get to know him soon enough.” There’s a fondness in the woman’s voice as she speaks. It sounds too much like reverence for any of this to be comfortable. “He is the one who arranged for all of this, and for what reasons, we don’t know. We just obey.”

“So, you’re a cult, then.” Neb mutters.

“Watch your tongue, witch!” There’s a sound that sounds like a smack against the outside of the carriage. “Show respect for your betters!”

“He’s not my ‘better’ if I don’t know who he is.” Neb lets out a growl before sliding back against the wall. She’d attempt escape again, but she’s exhausted, as are the other two.

They travel in silence for a little longer, trying to regain their strength. When Erin raises a hand to signal he’s ready to try again, the carriage comes to a stop. There’s distant conversation, before the back end of the carriage disappears completely. Instead of a locked hatch, there’s a man in a modern suit standing there. He...looks vaguely like Jacksepticeye.

“Hello,” he says. That single word drips with contempt. “You three are exactly like I thought you’d be: the comic relief, and therefore, useless. I trust I will have no more trouble from you three from here on out.”

“Are you Cian?” Alphie asks. “We wanted-”

Cian slaps them across the face, hard. Following that, he grabs them by the collar of their shirt and pulls them forward. “I am not these idiots carting you around. You will not speak to me, you will not use your powers against me, and do not think for a second I won’t apply my own brand of torture. Are we clear?”

Cian lets Alphie go when he sees three equally terrified looks. “Good. Now, follow me. I have more suitable arrangements for you.” He turns and walks away from the carriage, hearing the three scramble out and rushing to follow him. He leads them inside a building. The building resembles a weird mix of medieval and modern aesthetics, in some weird blend of a timeless look. There are candle lit chandeliers, filing cabinets, and other various oddities.

It’s not until Cian leads them to a cell, complete with an iron door, that they realize they’re probably somewhere else entirely. It’s also at this point they notice Cian is wearing gloves.

“You’re not hu-” Erin starts to shout, but Cian shoves them all inside, slamming the door shut. The sound of a deadbolt clicks into place, followed by the sound of footsteps leading away.

“Guys, I don’t think we’re on Earth anymore.” Erin whispers.

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