A/N- see its gettin gooder...lmao...;P
NO OWNY!!! ;)p
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Michaela woke with a start as the tent flap was jerked open. She was in Hank's arms and remembered the night before.
Hank grabbed her shaking hands after she had bandaged him and pulled her to him. He was soft and kind, the grasp wasn't wanting, it was merely supportive. Michaela had fallen asleep and Hank hadn't the heart to wake he apparently.
As Michaela had jumped Hank gripped her tighter in his arms and then as they both stood he stepped in front of her. Still grasping her hands behind him.
"Move aside boy, you had your chance to play hero. I see you didn't take the opportunity as I would have but now she'll do as we wish. You were lucky with your last defiance, you won't be so lucky again. You won't stop us or she'll have no one to comfort her later because you'll be dead."
"Don't you touch her."
Hank reached back for Michaela and was hit again by the butt of the driver's rifle. Hank fell unconcious, his previous injury resulting in the quick results.
Michaela watched, hopelessly struggling to get free. As she was pulled outside she saw Hank stirr and sighed.
The man holding Michaela threw her to the ground and clasped newly forged chains on her ankles.
"In case you want to run."
With a wink from the 'jailer' she was left to her own thoughts.