Molliana Dust - Why Must I Think Of Witty Chapter Names?

"Mevolent has Mara," Mollie hissed, "and I'm going to kill him."

Mollie was angry. Nobody hurt her friends. Especially ones as close to her as Maralie. The problem was, Mollie had no clue that Maralie was save and sound with Harry back at her house. Liberty was sent on a plane back to Cheshire, where she was being babysat by Harry's mum until Mollie came back. If Mollie came back.

Mollie had heard of where Mevolent's hideout was, so that's where she was headed on her motorbike. She felt safe on her bike, it was like part of her now. She couldn't live without it.

She revved the bike, gritting her teeth. She was going. To kill him.

~

Or, that had been the plan.

She was now dangling above a pit of acid, her hands tied above her. She said been caught by some guards who were not very nice. They had given her up to Mevo, who said she should be killed. After all, Molliana Dust was a rebel. An idiotic rebel, but a rebel nonetheless. And she had been wanted in a few countries. No biggie. Murder and stuff. But that was just self defence. She didn't kill purposely, she'd say.

Well, that was a lie.

Mollie killed because she had to. If anyone looked at Liberty, they'd have no eyes to look at anything anymore. Literally. She had gouged someone's eyes out before.

Mollie looked down at the bubbling pit of acid below her and started to think. Ashton kept coming into her mind. She sighed and looked up at the rope that secured her to the ceiling. Any wrong movements, and a button would be pressed, and Molliana Dust would be no more. Not for the first time, Mollie wondered what death was like. Probably hurt. And then she wondered; would she go to hell for killing?

Mollie wasn't a very religious person, but she had her beliefs. And she wasn't quite sure, at this given moment, if she believed in heaven and hell. Or more like, did she want to?

She sighed again. This idle thinking wasn't going to get her out of this mess. Plus she was starting to get rope burns on her wrist. Mollie glanced at the guard over at the Big Button, she liked to call it. If that Big Button was pressed... Bye bye Mollie.

The guard was facing away, talking to another guard. Guard #1, the Big Button one, wasn't paying any attention to Mollie. Guard #2 seemed to be taking quick glances up at her, almost seeming scared she'd escape.

That almost made Mollie laugh. Hah! One of Mevo's guards was scared of her. LOL, she thought to herself.

Mollie looked up at the rope. Her wrists were really sore by now. But at least she wasn't dead. Yet.

She looked around. If she cut the rope, she'd fall straight into the acid. But... she looked up at the ceiling. Aha! The rope was tied to a beam that ran across the whole ceiling. If she untied herself, and climbed up there...

But how? The question remained. It wasn't like she could cut through it. Her eyes widened and she would have facepalmed, only for her hands were tied up.

She would have to bite through it.

Mollie looked at the guards were. She frowned. Where were they? They couldn't have left...?!

She glanced at the Big Button warily - it could be a trap. But if it was, wouldn't someone be hiding close to the Big Button, or something? And she could definitely not see anyone.

Mollie started to chew.

It was exhausting work. She would have to lift her whole body up, chew for five seconds, then fall back down and dangle for a while, getting her energy back. It took a while, and she was sure her teeth were going to break apart into little pieces any second now, but she finally did it. The rope fell apart and, letting out a small yelp, Mollie grabbed the beam and watched the rope fall into the acid and burn.

Huh, Mollie thought. That could've been me.

Mollie looked and saw a sort of contraption that had a scissors and probably connected to the Big Button, right beside where the rope was.

"Ah," Mollie whispered, grinning. "Ya didn't get me this time, Mevo."

She started to crawl across the beam. It was quite thick, so it was easy for her to crawl on. She heard footsteps and froze, then listened.

"She's gone!" a gruff voice boomed. "I thought you were watching her?!"

"I-I'm sorry," a thin, reedy voice replied. "I just... w-went for a b-b-athroom break..."

"Marcel, dude, I know you're new, but come on!"

"I-I'm not m-meant to be a b-bodyguard," Marcel stammered, "I w-work in m-marketing..."

"I get that, mate, but if Mevo knows we lost her..." the gruff guy winced, and Mollie didn't think his personality was the same as his exterior.

"I-I'm s-sorry, Jacob, I-" Marcel was cut off by the gruff guy - Jacob - yelling. "Up there!"

And then he took a bloody machine gun out of his jacket.

Mollie took it back. Jacob was mean.

Jacob pointed the huge thing at her and started to shoot. Mollie stood up and started to sprint. She almost fell off a few times and still Jacob kept shooting, shooting, shooting at her and Mollie was losing her balance and her foot suddenly slipped and she fell down, down, down onto the cold hard ground with a smack.

Jacob and Marcel stood over her, Marcel trembling. Mollie's vision started to go black around the edges.

"Sayonara, Miss Dust," Jacob winked, and aimed the gun at her and the gun, the huge gun bucked in his hand and Mollie felt an impact in her chest, but no pain. She had a feeling the fall paralyzed her. Paralyzed. Maralie. Maralie and her light. Light. Li. Liberty. Her sister. Liberty...

And Molliana Dust was gone.

THIS WAS THE BEST THING EVER TO WRITE OMG
I cannot wait to end my plot, oh my Golden God c:
~ Mara xx
PS: Marcel;)