Life After High School - Ten Years Later
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: The short answer is: No. The long answer is: Nnnooooooooooooooooo.
Summary: You've read this far . . . man.
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(Jamie's POV)
I feel like a teenager again. All these silly thoughts going through my head. It's so unfair that Emma and Damon have forgiven Randy and Gimli but not me. It's almost been eleven years for crying out loud. Haven't they ever heard of Live and let live? Forgive and Forget?
Frodo and I went back to the inn after much persuading. As we went down the road, two Centaur children galloped up to us. They seemed rather groggy from something, because they were stumbling around like Merry and Pippin when they had too much to drink. The girl -- well, I think it was a girl, it's so hard to be sure with Centaurs - spoke.
"Excuse me, but do you know Kane and Ria? We were in the same room with us, before two men came and rescued them. Those two guys were going to kill us, because we looked so sick. But Bettina said no all we wanted was to go back to our parents, and. . ."
She fainted. The other Centaur, who appeared to be her brother, caught her.
"What she was trying to say was, Ma'am, sir, Do you know where Kane and Ria went? We followed the men as fast as we could, but we've been so pumped with a drug, that it wasn't very fast. I'm Rusty, and this is Eska."
I looked at the two scrawny half horse, half human creatures. Their eyes were gold and his hair was red, while Eska's hair was chestnut. I looked at Frodo. He nodded.
"Come on, Rusty. Ria and Kane are sleeping. I'm Ria's mother, Jamie. Come with us back to the Inn. It'll be okay. Now, where do you live? Shall we try and contact your parents?"
"Oh please. We haven't seen our parents in almost a year." Rusty said gratefully. "We live on the Plains east of the Misty Mountains. The nearest phone there is an Inn for travelers."
With that, Rusty carried his sister to the Serendipity. I looked at Frodo and sighed. How could people do this to children? When we got back to the Inn, I picked up the phone and called Dr. Elliot.
"Elliot? Oh, it's you Kurt. Do you have any experience with Centaurs? You do? Could you come to the Serendipity Inn in Silverwood? I have two Centaur children here who desperately need medical attention. Thanks, see you tomorrow then."
(Ria's POV)
I remember waking up with a sort of pounding headache. I opened my eyes and looked around me. To my relief I was in Kane's room. Not in that dank place where the man, Ray, had kept us. Eska . . . what happened to Eska? Rusty? Bettina? Lara? Sandy? Aliya? What happened to them? Were they okay? Or had they died?
"Ria?" moaned Kane. "Are we at home?"
"I think so. We're in your room. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. My head hurts."
"It will for a long time." The voice startled me and I looked around urgently. Whew, it was only Forrest. No doubt he was keeping an eye on us. Then I remembered something.
"Forrest! Forrest! It was your brother! Ray! It was Ray who took us!"
Forrest looked up with alarm, which quickly turned to disgust, then to hatred, then absolute loathing.
"That fucking bastard . . ." he said.
By Risty and Silver
Disclaimer: The short answer is: No. The long answer is: Nnnooooooooooooooooo.
Summary: You've read this far . . . man.
+~+~+~+
(Jamie's POV)
I feel like a teenager again. All these silly thoughts going through my head. It's so unfair that Emma and Damon have forgiven Randy and Gimli but not me. It's almost been eleven years for crying out loud. Haven't they ever heard of Live and let live? Forgive and Forget?
Frodo and I went back to the inn after much persuading. As we went down the road, two Centaur children galloped up to us. They seemed rather groggy from something, because they were stumbling around like Merry and Pippin when they had too much to drink. The girl -- well, I think it was a girl, it's so hard to be sure with Centaurs - spoke.
"Excuse me, but do you know Kane and Ria? We were in the same room with us, before two men came and rescued them. Those two guys were going to kill us, because we looked so sick. But Bettina said no all we wanted was to go back to our parents, and. . ."
She fainted. The other Centaur, who appeared to be her brother, caught her.
"What she was trying to say was, Ma'am, sir, Do you know where Kane and Ria went? We followed the men as fast as we could, but we've been so pumped with a drug, that it wasn't very fast. I'm Rusty, and this is Eska."
I looked at the two scrawny half horse, half human creatures. Their eyes were gold and his hair was red, while Eska's hair was chestnut. I looked at Frodo. He nodded.
"Come on, Rusty. Ria and Kane are sleeping. I'm Ria's mother, Jamie. Come with us back to the Inn. It'll be okay. Now, where do you live? Shall we try and contact your parents?"
"Oh please. We haven't seen our parents in almost a year." Rusty said gratefully. "We live on the Plains east of the Misty Mountains. The nearest phone there is an Inn for travelers."
With that, Rusty carried his sister to the Serendipity. I looked at Frodo and sighed. How could people do this to children? When we got back to the Inn, I picked up the phone and called Dr. Elliot.
"Elliot? Oh, it's you Kurt. Do you have any experience with Centaurs? You do? Could you come to the Serendipity Inn in Silverwood? I have two Centaur children here who desperately need medical attention. Thanks, see you tomorrow then."
(Ria's POV)
I remember waking up with a sort of pounding headache. I opened my eyes and looked around me. To my relief I was in Kane's room. Not in that dank place where the man, Ray, had kept us. Eska . . . what happened to Eska? Rusty? Bettina? Lara? Sandy? Aliya? What happened to them? Were they okay? Or had they died?
"Ria?" moaned Kane. "Are we at home?"
"I think so. We're in your room. How are you feeling?"
"Sore. My head hurts."
"It will for a long time." The voice startled me and I looked around urgently. Whew, it was only Forrest. No doubt he was keeping an eye on us. Then I remembered something.
"Forrest! Forrest! It was your brother! Ray! It was Ray who took us!"
Forrest looked up with alarm, which quickly turned to disgust, then to hatred, then absolute loathing.
"That fucking bastard . . ." he said.