"Ok, so, about five years ago, my dad said to me and my brother,
James, that we needed to start training. So he taught us to be
ruthless thieves. Then, two years ago, we were both picked to go to
one of the other concentration camps. James.... He got stabbed in
the gut by a scorpion demon. That's why I started crying up in the
tree. I saw the exact one that killed him." Ivy explained, finally
letting down her walls, letting someone inside for the frost time
in two years.
Tori placed the pill on her tongue, tossing her head back and
swallowing. She coughed, blood spurting onto her hand. She sighed,
wiping off her hand on her jeans.
Ricky began crawling at the ceiling and made his way to Tori's
room. He crept slowly but made sure to scratch parts of the ceiling
every now and then while making a clicking noise with his tongue
and teeth.
Ricky put some string around his neck and dropped the floor with a
blood curdling string as the rope appeared to hoist him in the air,
while his arms kept him at the ceiling.