just a drop of light

to catch me

connor paced around his cell, trying to convince himself that evan found shelter somewhere and protected himself. he wasn't as helpless as he seemed, but he still couldn't help but worry. jd was known for being unstable and unpredictable, but then again, so was he. his train of thought was interrupted when a trio of guards walked into his cell, not saying anything, sending a sense of dread through connor. he knew exactly what they were there for, and he couldn't do anything about it. maybe he was the one who was helpless.

the guards put him in cuffs on his wrists behind him as they led him down the hall. other prisoners watched as he traveled the green mile, some sent him sympathetic looks, but he kept his head down, until he noticed a familiar face in the corner of his eyes, slumped against the bars of his own cell. noticing the guard's... guard was down, he knocked the two holding him back off of him and jumped, bringing his hands up so they were in front of him. he grabbed the collar of jd's shirt and brought him up against the bars making the other scared out of his wit. "where is he?! what did you do to him?" he snarled, hearing a swarm of guards coming closer, but he didn't care. he needed to know what happened to evan.

"the woman. sh-she knocked me out," he explained as connor was dragged away, guards surrounding him, swords ready if he tried to escape again. connor walked, seeing the gallows through a small window, panicking on the inside, but he just couldn't do anything. he was alone and trapped
"he's in danger! you have to let me go!" he screamed in defiance, but the guards weren't listening as he continued walking down the, seemingly, much longer corridor.

evan sat on his bed, trying to recall all he could of the outside before he'd forget it eventually. the feeling that he'd never leave the tower ever again was seeping in as his mother entered the room. "evan, i'm making hazelnut soup for dinner," she stated, trying to make her son feel better, but he just couldn't, not after the magic of the outside world hooked him. after she left, evan stayed still, not bothering to go down for food. he just wanted to be left alone to think... mainly about connor. did he really just leave evan alone like that? he couldn't of. he promised. maybe his mother was right. maybe connor murphy was just an untrustworthy thief.

the lead guard pulled on the handle to get into the execution chamber, but it wouldn't budge. everyone stood, confused, no one knowing what was going on until connor looked over seeing two chess pieces, one white, one black, both kings. the symbol of the two players, leaders of the bmc gang. the guard knocked on the door loudly, the hollow sound echoing through the hallways. someone sliding the wooden square over revealing a blonde boy with a red steak through the middle of his hair. "why is this door locked? let us in!" he demanded, pounding on the door. behind him, guards were being swiped from their position, knocked out and stuffed in the hallway, unknown to the guard trying to get the door open.

"whats the password?" the guy, connor recognized as rich from the bmc, asked, tauntingly, pushing the guard's buttons more.
"open up!"
"nope. try again."
"open this door, now!"
"not even close." by then, all the other guards were successfully knocked it, and it slowly dawned on the lead officer. he turned around, seeing connor standing there alone, gobsmacked.

he was, then, forcefully turned around seeing a tall girl, connor recognized as jenna, showing off a toothy grin, and he knew he was in trouble. after all the guards were taken care of, they broke connor's handcuffs, and michael mell led him into the courtyard. "stand here," he instructed, "arms in, shoulders square, knees apart." connor did so, starting to question what was going on, but not having time to do before he was launched into the air, over the wall. the bmc gang cheered below as they successfully got connor out of there, still fighting off the hoards of guards. he screamed the whole way, somehow keeping the position, before he landed on a horse, groaning from the pain inbetween his legs.

he heard a small noise coming from next to the horse and opened his eyes to see jared and zoe standing with smirks, feet on the ground.
"you guys called them, didn't you?" he questioned making the other two nod and snicker basically confirming connor's thoughts. "thank you, i'm being serious. i mean, to the world, we've always been misfits, but i know i'll always be okay if you two are-" connor stopped, noticing the two with unamused faces, "yeah, you're right. i should get going."

zoe put the two items from alana in her brother's palm and explained what both did. "thank you both, and tell the bmc they have my thanks also, but i need to go find evan."
with that, he was off, racing into the woods to the tower he never thought he'd want to see again. he held both the marble and bottle in his hand, holding onto them tight, until a squirrel ran across the horse's path, scaring it and making the horse suddenly halt to a stop almost throwing connor off, but the bottle slipped out of his hand. he gasped as the lights fluttered out of the broken glass, some delving in between the trees of the forest, while some stayed put. they slowly began spinning, raising up as they did so, almost like forming a tornado of light, until they were spinning around connor. all he could focus on was the lights, everything else left his mind, until he saw visions. visions of the lost prince.

evan was walking down the stairs when golden balls of lights suddenly began spinning around him, different visions filling his head. he suddenly was looking up at a mobile, golden light flooding the small room reflecting onto evan's face. a small, childish laugh filled the room, seemingly coming from him, and he noticed two strangers watching him from above. they were smiling from ear to ear, joy evident in their eyes. they looked at him with such pride and happiness, he felt himself smile thinking if he recognized them from anywhere. before he could realize how much the two looked like him, it turned dark.

the smiling strangers were gone and he was alone and he couldn't move. all he could was observe and hear a door open and close. somehow, he remained calm when a familiar face peered at him from above. it was his mother, but older. her hair was silver, and wrinkles littered her skin. she began singing the song she had taught him, looking down as if expecting something, but as her expression soon turned sour, it was obvious what she wanted to happen wasn't. cries filled the room as she reached down and picked him up, bringing him to the the balcony. he heard the door swinging open, seeing the horrified faces of his parents realizing what was happening, but when he saw gothel putting her cloak around him, he woke up.

"evan, dear? are you okay?" said woman asked, hearing a thud coming from the stairs from where evan suddenly collapsed. she saw evan clinging onto the rail, breathing heavily. beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, a bewildered expression on his pale face. when he came to his senses, he looked up to see gothel, and resentment filled his body.
"you! you've kept me locked up in this tower for 18 years for your own benefit." realizing evan's anger, she tried to justify herself by saying,
"i did it to protect you. why would you think anything else, my sapling-" raising her hand to stroke his hair, but he grabbed her wrist stopping her, looking at her with so much rage in his eyes, gothel was a little scared as she tried to get him to release her wrist, but his grip was stone.

the plants in the surrounding pots swayed as evan's voice got louder showing much more power than either thought he had since he usually had to be singing to have any control. "no, no you didn't. i know what you did, mother," and then his face turned to hard realizing what he had said, his rage reaching an all time high, "or should i even call you that?" he released her hand. "no more. i'm done being your puppet," he declared, walking away from her not looking back. gothel only grimaced watching him walking away from her, back turned. she promised herself she wouldn't let it leave her again, and she intended to keep that internal promise no matter what.

"you want me to be the bad guy? fine, now i'm the bad guy."

a/n
womp womp
idk what the bmc stands for btw i was going to make it something lame like 'be more chivalrous' but yeah that ain't happening 

two more chapters left!!!