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Post by crickety ricket on Sept 16, 2010 23:47:16 GMT -5
"You die, you leave your boy with no mother."
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Post by awesomepossum on Sept 16, 2010 23:58:34 GMT -5
"If I don't come for him, he'll die in my place," said Lani. "If there's any way I can help, any way at all, that's a risk I'm willing to take. Even if you need to sacrifice me."
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Post by crickety ricket on Sept 17, 2010 0:41:10 GMT -5
"Fine."
He opened the door.
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Post by awesomepossum on Sept 19, 2010 1:18:07 GMT -5
All she heard was the hiss of a dart.
Trent went down.
Lani rushed forward, then fell back. Three soldiers filed into the room, different from the ones before. One of them raised a blowgun.
She darted a glance at Trent, out cold on the floor. She looked at the soldier with the blowgun.
Fwip went the dart. Pain pricked her neck, and her world went black.
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She awoke to the sound of wheels clattering. Her cheek was pressed, numb, against blistered wood. Her arms had gone numb, too, as had her legs, and her wrists and her ankles both were tied behind her back.
She was thirsty. And hungry. And her head felt as though someone had dropped a pot on it.
The sun was heavy against her eyelids. Slowly she opened them, squinting at the painful brightness. Beside her lay a man she didn't recognize, tied as she was, his eyes staring into hers. It took her a moment to realize he was dead.
The wagon clattered on. Lani felt sick.
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Post by crickety ricket on Sept 19, 2010 18:21:15 GMT -5
Trent's eyes flickered open. He smelled death. It took some effort but he managed to lift his head to scan his surroundings. The body next to him felt stiff and cold and he guessed the man had been dead for several hours. Trent blinked as he thought he saw Lani on the other side of the body but he couldn't be sure because of the angle. He wondered if she was dead as well.
He grunted and struggled to breathe through the gag. His weapons were gone. Trent took a breath and twisted his arms that were tied behind him. The rope bit into his skin but if he dislocated his thumbs, he could slip out. Trent grunted with effort as he shifted his weight.
The cart came to a stop. Trent felt around for something, anything. He felt something touch his hand. A nail. He grabbed it.
He heard footsteps approach the back of the wagon. Trent glared up at the soldier in front of him, who just smiled back. He dragged Trent out by the shirt and let him fall into the dirt. He coughed.
"On your feet." The soldier grabbed Trent by the collar and pulled him up and gave him a shove forward.
Trent whirled around on the soldier, head-butting him in the face. He turned again to fall on the man, nail in his hands tied behind his back, shoving the piece of metal into the soldier's chest.
The other two men jumped forward to pull Trent off. One slugged him in face then in the gut as the other bent down to help the fallen soldier, who was frantically trying to pull the nail out. He couldn't get a grip on it and struggled for breath. Confusion and panic set in with the soldier who was kneeling beside him as he watched his comrade die.
Trent just smiled.
The hilt of a soldier's sword came down on Trent's head and he went down and out for the second time that day.
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