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"Wait a second...Alison, is that you? It's me, Rachel." Rachel! I had met her when Kailyn
had given me a tour of the city we lived in. Rachel worked in one of
the bakeries, but I hadn't realized she was a spirit binder like me, or
all the other people in that disgusting place. I spoke my thoughts.
"I didn't know you were a spirit binder," I said.
"I was about to say the same thing to you," Rachel answered. I glanced at Prince, who was clawing at the iron bars of the cell.
"That's not going to work, Prince," I said, shaking my head in amusement. Then I remembered that I had a paperclip and a bobby pin in my backpack. I fished through the side pocket until I found them. Joining them together, I made a lock pick.
"All right Rachel," I said. "Let's get you out of there."
"I didn't know you were a spirit binder," I said.
"I was about to say the same thing to you," Rachel answered. I glanced at Prince, who was clawing at the iron bars of the cell.
"That's not going to work, Prince," I said, shaking my head in amusement. Then I remembered that I had a paperclip and a bobby pin in my backpack. I fished through the side pocket until I found them. Joining them together, I made a lock pick.
"All right Rachel," I said. "Let's get you out of there."
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I wiggled the lock pick inside the rusty lock on the door, while Prince kept guard and watched for the devil. Speaking of the devil, I couldn't see him anywhere. It was like he vanished into thin air, and it was making me nervous.
The lock pick wasn't working, and I gave up.
"I'm sorry Rachel," I said. "It's not opening." Then I discovered a small jagged piece of metal on the stony floor. I jammed it on the free end of my bobby pin, then stuck it back inside the keyhole. There was a satisfying thunk, and to my delight the lock opened. I caught it before it it the floor, and it was surprisingly heavy. I pulled the door open, and I winced as it creeeeeeaked, because I was afraid the devil would show up and throw me into the cell that I had just gotten Rachel out of. But the whole room still showed no sign of those red, beady eyes.
"Thanks so much, Alison." Rachel sighed, relieved. When she stepped wearily out of the tiny cell, I got a good look at her. She looked the same as Prince had after I found him, except she didn't have any injuries.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Fine," Rachel answered. I made a disbelieving face.
"Okay, I'm starving," Rachel admitted.
"Then why didn't you manifest some food?" I asked pointedly. "All spirit binders can manifest things, right?"
"Usually, yes, but the devil took away my powers, and everyone else's."
"Do you know what he did with them?" I asked hopefully.
"No, but I do know that he has a secret lair around here somewhere, because I heard him talking with one of his henchmen before he kidnapped me and threw me in here."
"Did you hear him say where it was?" I persisted.
"I think he said something about a button and a hidden passageway," Rachel answered thoughtfully.
"Great! Now we just have to find that button."
"I wonder what it looks like, and where we'll find it?" Rachel asked.
"If I know the Devil, and I do, he'd have probably hidden it right in the open, but where no one would think of looking," I said, determined.
"Thanks so much, Alison." Rachel sighed, relieved. When she stepped wearily out of the tiny cell, I got a good look at her. She looked the same as Prince had after I found him, except she didn't have any injuries.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Fine," Rachel answered. I made a disbelieving face.
"Okay, I'm starving," Rachel admitted.
"Then why didn't you manifest some food?" I asked pointedly. "All spirit binders can manifest things, right?"
"Usually, yes, but the devil took away my powers, and everyone else's."
"Do you know what he did with them?" I asked hopefully.
"No, but I do know that he has a secret lair around here somewhere, because I heard him talking with one of his henchmen before he kidnapped me and threw me in here."
"Did you hear him say where it was?" I persisted.
"I think he said something about a button and a hidden passageway," Rachel answered thoughtfully.
"Great! Now we just have to find that button."
"I wonder what it looks like, and where we'll find it?" Rachel asked.
"If I know the Devil, and I do, he'd have probably hidden it right in the open, but where no one would think of looking," I said, determined.
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