Changing Beauty (The Deadly Beauties Live On 2)

Chapter 15

ELLA

The haze leaves, and I feel my breath leave with it as my knees try to give out. Everything is blurry and unsteady when I glance around to see that I’m in something that resembles a Kaleidoscope.

The colors are bright and vivid, but it feels like I’m staring through an unfocused camera lens. It’s as dizzying as it is disorienting.

“You should sit down for a minute,” a familiar and incredibly unwelcome voice says.

Whipping around, I prepare to fight, but it’s all too fuzzy to pinpoint where he’s standing.

“Easy, Princess,” he says in that damn patronizing tone he was using on me before I let loose.

Oh damn. It felt so good to finally free the part of me that’s always trying to scratch its way to the surface.

“Stop calling me that,” I mumble, hearing the words slur like I’m drunk.

“Don’t bother trying to hit me with your magic in here. You’re more likely to hit yourself. Directionality in this plane is very… tricky. Right could be left or straight ahead, and it’s never the same direction twice.”

I’m almost willing to risk it after what he did to me… what I let him taunt me into doing, rather. I can’t believe I freed myself with all my friends so close by. Thankfully, I never hurt any of them. As good as it felt to let go, I hated losing all control.

“Didn’t know you were such a fireball,” he muses. “Guess I might have pegged you wrong.”

Trying to stand becomes a bigger chore. I almost feel queasy, and I know it’s because of this plane. I’ve never seen this plane before.

“Where the hell are we? And why can’t I see much?”

I feel a chill surround the air suddenly, and an even bigger chill crawls up my spine. He grows silent for a second. In fact, he’s so quiet, that I start wondering if he’s just left me here.

“This is my plane,” he finally says, but it’s so quiet that I barely hear it.

“We can’t create planes,” I groggily counter.

“You’d be surprised at what you can do when you’re living in a darker hell than most can imagine. Your body might not be able to escape, but your mind can. It can retreat, and you can do a lot when you learn how to do that.”

I try to look up, working hard to focus, but all I see are the sparkling colors that are spinning and moving, tilting as though this is a carnival ride. It’s really doing a number on my stomach and my head.

“So you create a fun house?”

My sarcasm seems to be wasted because he doesn’t even acknowledge it.

“I created a getaway plane. We used this plane to escape them once we were freed. It wasn’t smart for them to follow us through a plane I had created. My rules are all that matter in here.”

“You mean after my family and I freed you; the same people who you attacked tonight.”

He snorts derisively, even though it sounds like he’s everywhere at once. It’s giving me a headache to try and find him in this madhouse.

“I technically didn’t attack them. They attacked me. And my people and I held back. I thought it was rather generous of me, to be honest.”

Arrogant. Great. He’s also arrogant.

Then again, I’d feel a little cocky if I had created an entire plane that only responded to my rules.

“What are you going to do with me? Keep me prisoner here?”

A hand on my face startles me, but all I feel is the warmth. There’s no sight of him to go with it. It’s as though he’s invisible.

“I’d never lock someone up, Princess. I’d kill them and be done with it instead of risking their vengeance. I was just letting you lose your murderous side before returning you home.”