In Class Writing Prompt

....................................................She tries to cry out for help but can’t inhale—somehow her bedchamber has been filled with water. She swims to the door and discovers that the rest of the castle has been filled as well, as if their happy castle had been plunked into some great fishbowl. She panics, sucks in water, and just when she feels she will die, things become calm. In fact, nothing happens at all. She can’t breathe underwater but realizes, simply, that she doesn’t need to breathe. What a silly inconvenience breathing is, she thinks, swimming about her bedchamber. 

Suddenly the water started to drain away, out through the windows, the doors, even the cracks between the floorboards.

After about 10 minutes all the water had disappeared.

Well bloody great! She says, everthing is bloody soaked and im the poor bugger that’s gonna be left to clear up all the mess!

Just as she was about to curse, in the corner of here eye she sees the reflection of a light on something. she takes a hard look for just a couple of seconds before she realizes that its him, her prine.

She looks over to the prince and see’s that his pair of metal legs hadn’t done to him what her bionic foot had done to her.

Oh prince, prince! Hobbeleah cried.

 And in the moment she sucked in a gasp,

What’s wrong with my voice? I sound robotnic!

To Hobbeleah’s utter astonishment, she had been rendered speechless, it seems that the sharp, penertrating wires from her bionic foot that for so long had been a god send, a way to bring stability, not only to her life, but to her hip hop dancing too, had now made their way into her neck and wraped themselves around her voice box and into her vocal chords, changing the sound her voice. She now sounded like a mix between a female version of the character Arnold Schwarzenegger plays in the Terminator  movies and the golden fellow in the star wars saga “CP30”.

She headed for the exit, in search of somebody that could lend some assistance, maybe even some advice, but as she went to run her muscles felt very tense. With these wires running through her body, her limbs were unable to move the same way they had before her transformation. She was only able to move in a staggering, shuddering way toward the door. Eventually she reached the doorway, where she had a bucket load of stairs to go down before she could get to help. This was an even harder obstacle to surpass. She slowly and carefully attempts to step down the first step with her right foot, just as her foot was making contact with the stair, a wire got pinched in her hip and jarred her leg from retracting back, facilitating the walking motion. And with that, a loud, abrasive, long trip to the bottom of the stairs were looking imminent.

Oh Jeez, Hobbeleah mutters under her breath as her forehead is nearing the first step, 

CRASH, BANG, WHOLLOP she goes, as she makes her way to the bottom. To her surprise this fall was pain free, he had fallen down twenty eight stairs and not a single once of pain. She can only imagine that the wires that have filled here body and obstructing the nerve ending transmitting the feeling of pain to her brain. Hobbeleah grabs her stiff, bent leg and tries to straighten it, with a few swift punches to the knee cap and a few squirts of WD40 that just happened to be with arms reach of where she had landed, she was up on her feet in no time. She stubles into the next room where there are some of the servants sleep and tries to scream. All that comes out is a very monotone, computer generated sound, almost like the one that Dr Steven Hawkins has coming out of his little computer attached to his motorized her.

Help me, Help me.

At first the female servants screamed in shock at the sounds that were coming from the mouth off there employer.

 The first to get up was Ebony.

Are you ok Miss Princess???

MY FOOT…….. TAKEN OVER……..PLEASE HELP

Whats wrong with you voice? Ebony responds

PRINCE…….FLOOR…… UP, Hobbeleah pushes out, finding it harder and harder to put together full sentence or even a string of words that make sence.

Gareth Keenen, the head male servant, darts up the stairs, praying that its not to late, praying that his master is still breathing, over the years they had become very close.

Last week Gareth and the Prince had gone on a little hunting trip, down to the lower woods where everybody knows is where only the most talented of hunters dare go, the prince, after all, was the best hunter in the land, he had been hunting since he could walk, and with the best hunters at that time to. He had been groomed from a young age, to be the perfect prince, so then he could take his rightful place as King and not be the laughing stock of the entire land. Because of the princes prestige, Gareth had become somewhat of a protégé and if he were royalty its possible that he could have given the prince a real run for his money.

He flies through the doorway only to see the princes shiney legs peaking through a pile of rubble.  In sheer desperation, gareth dives over there, scurrying through the rubble trying to reach the prince. He moves enough stuff that he is able to pull the prince out and immediately checking for a pulse and checking for a blockage in his air pathway.

No pulse.

Gereths heart drops, this is his best friend, at this moment, lying dead in his arms. He starts CPR, recalling back his training, back in the ranch house in the upper valley where the prince had all his servant learn CPR, incase one when when his child comes into this earth, that he has an acciedent and need Cpr or first aid, that one of his servants will most likely be on hand to save the child, and save the life of the future King. Some might wonder why the king didn’t just learn Cpr and first aid himself so that in a crisis situation, like the one that they are experiencing today, that he could be a help as well. The truth of the matter is that he is lazy, lazy by nature, lazy because he has never had to be anything else. He is a Prince and has a team of servant to do ewverything for him. Its trronic that his laziness is ultimately what has giving him a better chance of being saved.

Ebony comes staggering up with Hobbeleah on her back,

ELECTRIC SHOCK………ELECTRIC SHOCK……..

Ebony reaches the pair on the bedroom floor and Hobbeleah administers an electrifying shock to the Prince!