Snake Eyes

(Planchett POV continues)

I could see…I watched my hands caress my bare body. Unknowingly I was without clothes…I lacked any form of social decorum so this didn't feel wrong to me. I would have to be showered regularly by maids so this was no odd feeling.

However, I could see certain parts of me that I've never seen before. Two small balls with pink circles dangled off my chest. There were also other bits but I knew what those were. I put on some clothes that were hanging conveniently on a rack nearby. It was weird that they were in my size.

It was a black floral sundress. The dress had elongated flounce sleeves which reached past my hands. The dress ended as a short skirt with a slight puff. It matched well with my plum hair. On my feet were ballet shoes with some high socks. My outfit looked amazing on me I couldn't wait to show Jameson.

I slowly walked to the entrance up the stairs. I stumbled from time to time as walking on my own was a bit hard but I got used to it quickly. I opened the door in front of me was a bloodied figure who looked extremely terrifying.

(POV END)

"Little girl. You have caused me a lot more problems than I needed" Planchett looked at the man up and down and didn't seem to be afraid of him. Not even the slightest of intimidation. Her eyes weren't completely open yet it looked as if she was constantly wincing as the new level of light was extremely uncomfortable to her.

Planchett looked past the man for Jameson in excitement. She weaved under his large physique and looked at a head that lay a few feet away from a body.

Her slightly closed eyes flashed a dull grey and she frowned. She dragged the body over with minimal effort and 'reattached' the head. She slowly picked up the bloodied cigarette by his lips and placed it into his breast pocket. Clasped in his hands was a lighter which she placed it into a small pocket in her dress.

There was also something else in his pocket a small note wrapped into a plum colored handkerchief. She removed it and placed it in her pockets as well. She then picked him up and carried him out of the front door.

The man watched her nonchalance in awe. She didn't seem like a normal human. She seemed cold and devoid of happiness in that moment. She looked dead in the truest sense of the word. Looking at her gave him chills but she didn't even look in his direction. This infuriated him. He dashed towards her and threw a clean right hook.

Planchett slightly tilted her head forward in response. The punch missed. Planchett who had not messed up her stride continued walking towards the entrance. In front of the house she picked up a shovel and began digging a grave…She paused and placed Jameson's body and covered it. She let out a small prayer before proceeding to dig a second hole…

The man continued to observe her. He was heavily injured but he believed he wasn't that sluggish how could she have dodged his fist like that. Seeing her pay no attention to him riled him up even more. He threw out any decorum once she had begun digging the second hole. He realized it was an insult. She was mocking him. Before he could charge towards her; lightning flashed. She disappeared.

In front of him she stood motionless. Her eyes wide open. A soft girl's voice sent chills through his spine.

"What is your name?" The man felt chills. He couldn't explain it but her words felt as if they were a threat. He still responded unconsciously.

"Colt Wiseman" Planchett slowly nodded at his response. She didn't say anything else.

Colt sighed in relief but soon he felt odd. His vision didn't seem to be in the right orientation. His face felt as if he was colliding with something? The floor. He looked up and his legs were where his head used to be. The pain rushed into his body like a train and he felt the bones in his face crack as he was sent through the flooring.

He felt his head rise slowly above the floor as his body finally came to rest above the floor boards. His eyes shuddered back into place and he regained his vision. He blinked and above him was that same blank face held by the little girl. His already broken body just laid stiff in the wind. He was paralyzed from the waist down. He was dragged up to the open grave and was about to be thrown in when a slightly chilling voice was heard from behind her.

"Don't bury the body with the brain young lady that is bad decorum" A figure slowly arose from the shadows. He had Jet black hair and snake like eyes and seemed to be polite but something about him just made Planchett feel uneasy.

Planchett still gave no reaction but Colt's body gained new life and trembled. He vocalized a few words.

"Folklore...Run. Fast. Girl" Planchett let out a confused face. He was trying to help her now? What was so special about this man that caused him to no longer fear for his life but hers? She remained cautious and did not do what the man said.

"Ahh Folklore is such a crude name…I'm just a wandering gentleman. You both can call me Quetzal. Not the bird though I'm a bit more refined than that. It's just short for something else." Planchett listened carefully to his words. He seemed odd but not dangerous. She was about to ask something when the man's next sentence shocked her.

"Hmmmm it seems you are quite special too. I met a girl like you a few days ago. It was the missing princess. Not the blind one mmmm what's her name Stell. No that's not it" Planchett immediately broke character.

"Belle!" She said out loud. The paralyzed man face palmed internally. The girl didn't realize that he had done that on purpose. Most likely to confirm her identity as the other missing princess. The slits of his snake like eyes dilated slightly before returning to normal.

"Ahh yes Planchett I did see Belle" realizing that she had messed up she stayed silent. The man however did something strange.

"Well I don't really care about you and your oh so big brother's affairs and plots. He can collect you himself. I'll send him both your regards. Oh and as payment for not taking you to him now"

He disappeared from his spot and reappeared almost instantaneously with a human brain in his hands. "This is mine"

Planchett looked behind her and the man's head was caved in and his brain was missing. She turned back and he was gone. Only thing left on the ground were a small bunch of feathers. She picked them up. She didn't know why but her mind told her they were valuable. She returned to her burial.

She placed a small wooden sign in front of both bodies and placed a small bunch of wild flowers in front of Jameson's. Their names were spelt in a childlike handwriting which looked comical. She even spelt Jameson's wrong. She sighed and returned to the house and packed up. She didn't trust that man. So before she did anything else it was best to hit the road. She picked up a map that was in Jameson's things and pointed to the coast.

"If I make haste I should make it in about 2 weeks" Planchette's eyes glowed before she began sprinting with a small satchel around her waist. Inside were a few necessities , a change of clothes. And all the new items she got from this interaction.

She slowly walked out of the wheat field and looked back at the graves which stood peacefully in the night and shook her head.

A slight tear welled up in her eyes and she dashed out of the village into the dark forest.