Post by Jetta on Jun 7, 2008 20:08:16 GMT -5
I wrote this because I was bored. Please tell me how to fix it, or what you think.
Do not stray from the subject or I will delete your post. Thank you.
1 abduction
Silently, you slipped down the road that led between the houses. You touched the dagger strapped to your leg every once in a while as if to assure yourself that it was still there. If they caught you now you were screwed.
You stumbled a few times, cursing. Stupid ground.
The wind whispered through the trees around you, an occasional cricket chirped, and a few night birds called, but otherwise it was silent.
The straw huts around you were also silent. Except for the occasional deep breath or snore. No babies cried though, of course they didn’t. They had nothing to cry about, the leaders made sure of that.
You thought about the warm bed you could have been-SHOULD have been in. Screw warm beds, warm beds suck. You thought angrily, trying not to stumble.
Your soft leather boots did not make a sound as you walked, your boy pants only swishing quietly. Long, black, hair, hanging to your elbows swept around your face in the wind.
This part of the village you were familiar with, but if you went much farther without others you knew you would get lost. That meant you would not be able to come back without them knowing that you had tried to run away.
Your fingers reached out momentarily to touch a familiar tree before flickering back down to your dagger. It was the very edge of the village now.
You had to get out of here before they found out what you did. Before you lost your nerve.
You had only been out of the village a few times in your entire life. And that was only to get blackberries with the other women and children.
Your knees were now swishing through the long grass, and you knew that you would be going through the shrubbery soon. The night sounds seemed to echo around you, the cool night breeze bringing along the scent of grass, rain, and- wait, fire?
Immediately knowing something was wrong, you pulled out your dagger and crouched low, in the ready position that Basha had taught you.
“Who is it?” You hissed, trying not to show fear. You could hear voices around you, they whispered in the darkness.
“Who-“
“Wha-”
“Let-“
There were more people than two or three.
Suddenly someone caught you arm, the one with the knife. Not even hesitating, you whirled and elbowed the person, thrusting your elbow hard into their stomach.
With a hiss of pain, the person recoiled. Instantly you attacked the sound.
Knife clutched in your hand you lunged, sweeping it widely in vain hope of catching someone in the darkness.
Someone pushed you roughly and you fell roughly to the ground, skinning your elbows and hands. You realized that no one was speaking, and that this must be the sneak attack that the neighboring village had threatened so long.
You opened your mouth to let out a bloodcurdling scream, but before you could you felt something cold pressed against your neck. You gulped and choked back the scream. Even in the darkness, you knew the metallic sting of a rasha.
“That’s what I thought, my pretty” A gruff voice whispered, hands pulling you to your feet, then spinning you around to be pressed against the warm, hard body. The man’s lower arm encircled you neck, the iron dagger still pressed against you neck.
“Looks like we’ve got our first hostage” A female voice whispered through the darkness. A few throaty chuckles could be heard.
Now you knew that this was an attack on the village, why else would they be coming so late at night?
The Clauwdians and the Jehtals’ had been waging a war for a very long time. But you recognized some of these voices, they were Jehtals’. You were currently living in the Jehtals’ side of the kingdom. Why were the Jehtals’ attacking a Jehtals’ village?
“She looks strong enough” Someone said. “Should we take her to get tested?”
“Yes, she has fight. Jeet, give me the shheita” The man you were pressed against grunted. He smelled bad.
You could hear the footsteps of the woman and the arm around your neck moved to receive something. The blade was still pressed against your throat so you couldn’t even begin to question escaping. You didn’t let out a sound though, there were too many of them. You would get them soon enough, right now even twitching was suicidal.
A cloth was pressed against your nose and a sharp, bittersweet smell filled your nose. You struggled for a second, forgetting the iron blade in your fear that he was going to smother you.
Suddenly your legs gave out underneath you and you slumped to the ground unceremoniously. Your muscles wouldn’t work.
“You stay with her Thom” You heard the man slide the iron blade back into a sheath with a metallic, hollow ring.
“But I want to help!” A young, male voice whispered angrily. “You said I would be able to this time! You said!”
“We’ll I changed my mind”.
The boy made a noise of anger, but didn’t protest anymore. He knew better.
“Well aren’t you a fine looking doxie” The boy said, once the others had left. He had a nasty tone to his voice, the kind that meant trouble.
He came over, and put a hand on your thigh, where you lay, pressed into the dirt.
You lay motionless, horrified.
“Nice body” The boy commented. He sounded mean, but also a little nervous. If his captain ever found out about this, he would be skinned.
Your muscles quivered in anger and you opened your mouth, trying to speak, but finding it impossible.
“The shheita works quickly, doesn’t it?” You could hear the smirk in the boy’s voice as his hand slowly traveled upward to your hips, it didn’t look like they had any attention of stopping.
“You little RAT!!” You couldn’t resist it any longer. With a heave of your body, you threw the hand of and leapt up before the boy could even scramble away.
“Bu-but, the shheita!” The boy stuttered, obviously shocked.
“Yes, the shheita.” You hissed, angrily. It wasn’t even worth it to tell him that for drugs to work on you, they had to be injected directly, by needle or blade. You didn’t want to give away any information that he could possibly use against you later either, if he even survived when you were done with him.
He didn’t even move as you advanced on him, your arm shooting out and grabbing him around the neck. You dagger was gone, maybe a good thing or you would of probably would of cut of a few of his most prized man possessions right then and there. You had to settle for suffocating him though.
“STO-!!!” He gurgled as you cut of his wind supply. Your hand tightened around his neck, starting to feel it give way.
At the last minute you let him go. You already had enough blood on your hands for any sixteen-year old.
He fell to the ground with a gurgle, and you kicked him hard in the stomach. He retched, but then fell silent as you hit him hard under the chin with your hand. A little ‘nap tap’ trick that Basha had taught you.
Then you checked his pulse, feeling under his neck for the steady thump. He was alive.
Feeling along the ground, you found the blade that you had dropped when the first man had grabbed you. The blade pricked your skin, when you grabbed it, but you ignored the blood, slipping the blade back into the small sheath at your hip.
Then you headed back through the bushes to get farther away from the village. You didn’t go back because you knew that your village had become corrupt. The bloodline needed to be ended, and this was the perfect time.
You decided that you were not going to care, they weren’t your real people. You would never cry again.
But when the first scream of a little girl split the air, from far below in the village, you stumbled a little. Not caring was harder said than done.
That must have been one of the head’s daughters. He had five of them.
Soon you could smell smoke, and a few more screams. Some men were yelling, and the clash of steel against steel could also be heard. The worst part was the long, bloodcurdling woman’s scream that was cut off right in the middle.
You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, a little shell shocked from all that had happened tonight. You never heard the figure come up behind you, but you definitely felt the arm around your neck, then the sting of the dagger to your lower back. They had actually gotten the drug into your bloodstream this time, you fell for real.
There POV:
“She’s pretty good” Jardis spoke, holding your unconscious form. “The fact that she need’s to get the drug into her bloodstream is a very positive fact.”
“Yes, Jardis. But she still needs to take the tests. Have you not already forgotten the other little problem that she has?
They both stared down at you, your eyelids closed delicately.
“Yes” Jarvis said thoughtfully. “I don’t see how she could possibly pass the test, being blind”
Do not stray from the subject or I will delete your post. Thank you.
1 abduction
Silently, you slipped down the road that led between the houses. You touched the dagger strapped to your leg every once in a while as if to assure yourself that it was still there. If they caught you now you were screwed.
You stumbled a few times, cursing. Stupid ground.
The wind whispered through the trees around you, an occasional cricket chirped, and a few night birds called, but otherwise it was silent.
The straw huts around you were also silent. Except for the occasional deep breath or snore. No babies cried though, of course they didn’t. They had nothing to cry about, the leaders made sure of that.
You thought about the warm bed you could have been-SHOULD have been in. Screw warm beds, warm beds suck. You thought angrily, trying not to stumble.
Your soft leather boots did not make a sound as you walked, your boy pants only swishing quietly. Long, black, hair, hanging to your elbows swept around your face in the wind.
This part of the village you were familiar with, but if you went much farther without others you knew you would get lost. That meant you would not be able to come back without them knowing that you had tried to run away.
Your fingers reached out momentarily to touch a familiar tree before flickering back down to your dagger. It was the very edge of the village now.
You had to get out of here before they found out what you did. Before you lost your nerve.
You had only been out of the village a few times in your entire life. And that was only to get blackberries with the other women and children.
Your knees were now swishing through the long grass, and you knew that you would be going through the shrubbery soon. The night sounds seemed to echo around you, the cool night breeze bringing along the scent of grass, rain, and- wait, fire?
Immediately knowing something was wrong, you pulled out your dagger and crouched low, in the ready position that Basha had taught you.
“Who is it?” You hissed, trying not to show fear. You could hear voices around you, they whispered in the darkness.
“Who-“
“Wha-”
“Let-“
There were more people than two or three.
Suddenly someone caught you arm, the one with the knife. Not even hesitating, you whirled and elbowed the person, thrusting your elbow hard into their stomach.
With a hiss of pain, the person recoiled. Instantly you attacked the sound.
Knife clutched in your hand you lunged, sweeping it widely in vain hope of catching someone in the darkness.
Someone pushed you roughly and you fell roughly to the ground, skinning your elbows and hands. You realized that no one was speaking, and that this must be the sneak attack that the neighboring village had threatened so long.
You opened your mouth to let out a bloodcurdling scream, but before you could you felt something cold pressed against your neck. You gulped and choked back the scream. Even in the darkness, you knew the metallic sting of a rasha.
“That’s what I thought, my pretty” A gruff voice whispered, hands pulling you to your feet, then spinning you around to be pressed against the warm, hard body. The man’s lower arm encircled you neck, the iron dagger still pressed against you neck.
“Looks like we’ve got our first hostage” A female voice whispered through the darkness. A few throaty chuckles could be heard.
Now you knew that this was an attack on the village, why else would they be coming so late at night?
The Clauwdians and the Jehtals’ had been waging a war for a very long time. But you recognized some of these voices, they were Jehtals’. You were currently living in the Jehtals’ side of the kingdom. Why were the Jehtals’ attacking a Jehtals’ village?
“She looks strong enough” Someone said. “Should we take her to get tested?”
“Yes, she has fight. Jeet, give me the shheita” The man you were pressed against grunted. He smelled bad.
You could hear the footsteps of the woman and the arm around your neck moved to receive something. The blade was still pressed against your throat so you couldn’t even begin to question escaping. You didn’t let out a sound though, there were too many of them. You would get them soon enough, right now even twitching was suicidal.
A cloth was pressed against your nose and a sharp, bittersweet smell filled your nose. You struggled for a second, forgetting the iron blade in your fear that he was going to smother you.
Suddenly your legs gave out underneath you and you slumped to the ground unceremoniously. Your muscles wouldn’t work.
“You stay with her Thom” You heard the man slide the iron blade back into a sheath with a metallic, hollow ring.
“But I want to help!” A young, male voice whispered angrily. “You said I would be able to this time! You said!”
“We’ll I changed my mind”.
The boy made a noise of anger, but didn’t protest anymore. He knew better.
“Well aren’t you a fine looking doxie” The boy said, once the others had left. He had a nasty tone to his voice, the kind that meant trouble.
He came over, and put a hand on your thigh, where you lay, pressed into the dirt.
You lay motionless, horrified.
“Nice body” The boy commented. He sounded mean, but also a little nervous. If his captain ever found out about this, he would be skinned.
Your muscles quivered in anger and you opened your mouth, trying to speak, but finding it impossible.
“The shheita works quickly, doesn’t it?” You could hear the smirk in the boy’s voice as his hand slowly traveled upward to your hips, it didn’t look like they had any attention of stopping.
“You little RAT!!” You couldn’t resist it any longer. With a heave of your body, you threw the hand of and leapt up before the boy could even scramble away.
“Bu-but, the shheita!” The boy stuttered, obviously shocked.
“Yes, the shheita.” You hissed, angrily. It wasn’t even worth it to tell him that for drugs to work on you, they had to be injected directly, by needle or blade. You didn’t want to give away any information that he could possibly use against you later either, if he even survived when you were done with him.
He didn’t even move as you advanced on him, your arm shooting out and grabbing him around the neck. You dagger was gone, maybe a good thing or you would of probably would of cut of a few of his most prized man possessions right then and there. You had to settle for suffocating him though.
“STO-!!!” He gurgled as you cut of his wind supply. Your hand tightened around his neck, starting to feel it give way.
At the last minute you let him go. You already had enough blood on your hands for any sixteen-year old.
He fell to the ground with a gurgle, and you kicked him hard in the stomach. He retched, but then fell silent as you hit him hard under the chin with your hand. A little ‘nap tap’ trick that Basha had taught you.
Then you checked his pulse, feeling under his neck for the steady thump. He was alive.
Feeling along the ground, you found the blade that you had dropped when the first man had grabbed you. The blade pricked your skin, when you grabbed it, but you ignored the blood, slipping the blade back into the small sheath at your hip.
Then you headed back through the bushes to get farther away from the village. You didn’t go back because you knew that your village had become corrupt. The bloodline needed to be ended, and this was the perfect time.
You decided that you were not going to care, they weren’t your real people. You would never cry again.
But when the first scream of a little girl split the air, from far below in the village, you stumbled a little. Not caring was harder said than done.
That must have been one of the head’s daughters. He had five of them.
Soon you could smell smoke, and a few more screams. Some men were yelling, and the clash of steel against steel could also be heard. The worst part was the long, bloodcurdling woman’s scream that was cut off right in the middle.
You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings, a little shell shocked from all that had happened tonight. You never heard the figure come up behind you, but you definitely felt the arm around your neck, then the sting of the dagger to your lower back. They had actually gotten the drug into your bloodstream this time, you fell for real.
There POV:
“She’s pretty good” Jardis spoke, holding your unconscious form. “The fact that she need’s to get the drug into her bloodstream is a very positive fact.”
“Yes, Jardis. But she still needs to take the tests. Have you not already forgotten the other little problem that she has?
They both stared down at you, your eyelids closed delicately.
“Yes” Jarvis said thoughtfully. “I don’t see how she could possibly pass the test, being blind”
