Ch. 6
AN: sorry I haven't written in a while…a day or summat. At any rate, I got a modeling gig for tomorrow! Idk who my partner will be…but oh well! I can't wait! It's just local, but oh well..So, that's partly why I haven't updated. Also…I haven't been getting enough reviews! Sorry to sound so needy, but, ya know, it's nice to get opinions! It doesn't take long, and I don't mind flames at all! I haven't really gotten one yet…and I kinda wanna know what it's like….so…review, svp! On with the story!
A sharp rap sounded on the door, waking Sandry. She glanced down at Briar. Poor thing, one eye was swollen shut. He had been beaten badly when he had refused to kill the rival gang. His old friends had turned on him. Sandry could not really comprehend what was going on, but she guessed that the Sotat Stealers (just made that one up…) were jealous of Briar's success as a plant mage. Sandry herself was not much better off than Briar. She had several cuts on her face, numerous bruises, several in the shape of a hand, all over her cheeks. Rough abrasions on her bare arms marred the perfect ivory skin that Briar was, at this moment, dreaming about. Sandry reached a trembling hand up to her hair; she tenderly felt a small lump from her fall. As she brought her hand down, she noticed the shaking; she assumed it was from lack of food. She tried to reposition herself, but found that bruises on her back kept her from moving much, not to mention the cracked, bruised, and swollen ribs. She sighed…she was a sorry Lady indeed. Another sharp knock sounded. She though about answering the door, but knew she would only be beaten. On the other hand, she would be beaten for not answering the door. She stayed put. The visitors did not knock a third time; the door burst open with a vengeance. In came two dozen or so sharply dressed men of the King's Own. One of them, the commander, came up to Sandry.
"Lady Sandrilene fa Toren?" he asked, politely. As she nodded her assent, several hardened members of the company groaned. It was terrible, the condition this noble woman was in. The commander nodded, and slowly reached a hand down to help her up.
"We're here to take you back to Winding Circle, m'lady." Sandry shirked in fear for a second, glanced at the sleeping Briar, and took the offered hand. Her stubborn chin raised a bit as she attempted to smooth her skirts. The commander motioned for a tall soldier to take Briar. As he bent to shake him awake, Briar's hand shot out in defense, unaware that it was an ally. The soldier held his nose as an involuntary "Ouch!" escaped. The company laughed, and Briar gingerly got up. Briar and Sandry gazed at each other and started to leave the room. Beats walked in, returning from a successful night on the streets.
"OY! What're ya doin? Think yer gonna leave us, eh?" It had not occurred to Beats that the soldiers were heavily armed and trained to kill. The commander stepped forward, grabbed Beats' shoulder, and dragged him outside to the rest of the gang. Briar and Sandry did not encounter any more problems that night.
AN: sorry I haven't written in a while…a day or summat. At any rate, I got a modeling gig for tomorrow! Idk who my partner will be…but oh well! I can't wait! It's just local, but oh well..So, that's partly why I haven't updated. Also…I haven't been getting enough reviews! Sorry to sound so needy, but, ya know, it's nice to get opinions! It doesn't take long, and I don't mind flames at all! I haven't really gotten one yet…and I kinda wanna know what it's like….so…review, svp! On with the story!
A sharp rap sounded on the door, waking Sandry. She glanced down at Briar. Poor thing, one eye was swollen shut. He had been beaten badly when he had refused to kill the rival gang. His old friends had turned on him. Sandry could not really comprehend what was going on, but she guessed that the Sotat Stealers (just made that one up…) were jealous of Briar's success as a plant mage. Sandry herself was not much better off than Briar. She had several cuts on her face, numerous bruises, several in the shape of a hand, all over her cheeks. Rough abrasions on her bare arms marred the perfect ivory skin that Briar was, at this moment, dreaming about. Sandry reached a trembling hand up to her hair; she tenderly felt a small lump from her fall. As she brought her hand down, she noticed the shaking; she assumed it was from lack of food. She tried to reposition herself, but found that bruises on her back kept her from moving much, not to mention the cracked, bruised, and swollen ribs. She sighed…she was a sorry Lady indeed. Another sharp knock sounded. She though about answering the door, but knew she would only be beaten. On the other hand, she would be beaten for not answering the door. She stayed put. The visitors did not knock a third time; the door burst open with a vengeance. In came two dozen or so sharply dressed men of the King's Own. One of them, the commander, came up to Sandry.
"Lady Sandrilene fa Toren?" he asked, politely. As she nodded her assent, several hardened members of the company groaned. It was terrible, the condition this noble woman was in. The commander nodded, and slowly reached a hand down to help her up.
"We're here to take you back to Winding Circle, m'lady." Sandry shirked in fear for a second, glanced at the sleeping Briar, and took the offered hand. Her stubborn chin raised a bit as she attempted to smooth her skirts. The commander motioned for a tall soldier to take Briar. As he bent to shake him awake, Briar's hand shot out in defense, unaware that it was an ally. The soldier held his nose as an involuntary "Ouch!" escaped. The company laughed, and Briar gingerly got up. Briar and Sandry gazed at each other and started to leave the room. Beats walked in, returning from a successful night on the streets.
"OY! What're ya doin? Think yer gonna leave us, eh?" It had not occurred to Beats that the soldiers were heavily armed and trained to kill. The commander stepped forward, grabbed Beats' shoulder, and dragged him outside to the rest of the gang. Briar and Sandry did not encounter any more problems that night.