The door came crashing down, splinter and wood flying over the room.
Alanna scrambled to the wall so that her back hugged it and watched with
trembling fear as Raoul appeared in the faint light. A broad sword
accompanied his right hand a small dagger in left, making the two men's
eyes widen. With out thought to she ran to him, eyes brimming in tears she
had no desire to shed.
"Alanna, get behind me, if it doesn't look I'm going to win, run, all right?" Raoul wasn't able to bring his eyes to meet her and instead kept them locked on the two who had drawn small fighting knives. Alanna nodded, solemnly, relief flooding over her embarrassment. She slipped between Raoul's massive frame and that of the doors. The warrior maiden could hear the battle rage on around her, but she refused to really watch, she did not knew who's blood flew through the air, and which scream belonged to who. A man came up to her, and she didn't know who it was, until, instead of hurting her, he took her in his arms, and held her. She couldn't take it anymore, the pain, the hurt, the betrayal, the loss, all if it had swirled together, and she cried. Into the arms of the only person who was there for now, the only one she hadn't hurt, yet.
"It's OK Alanna, It's OK." Raoul stroked the hair of his old friend, letting her learn against his body, borrow his strength for her own. They stayed like that for as long as the Lioness needed, when she able to regain herself, to stop the tears, they walked out of the old shack she had been held captive in, and headed back to the quarters of the knight. In silence they walked along the empty streets, Alanna clinging onto her old friends arm the whole way. They were both lost in thought, the warrior maidens' of pain and glimmers of hope. And the knights' of betrayal.
Raoul opened the door and Alanna walked in, it took all of her self control to keep from falling on the bed in front of her in blissful sleep.
"What happened Alanna?" Raoul locked his gaze on her, keeping his sympathy locked in his chest. "I." She didn't know what to say. She sat on the bed and traced one of the flower designs, trying to fight back tears. Her friend sat beside her without her noticing and wrapped a arm around her shoulders. He took in a breath and allowed his judgment to over take his orders.
"Alanna, what happened, you can tell me." He turned her toward him and saw the tears run down her face. But this time they weren't from pain.
"You wouldn't believe me." She turned her head down.
"There's a price on your head, and I'm pretty open to whatever it is, I mean, it must be something big for Jonathan to."
"Don't you ever say that name, don't ever say that name!" In a speed Raoul could never measure up to, Alanna was clawing at him, screaming at him. The hits weren't strong but he couldn't bring himself to stop her.
"Alanna, Alanna! Calm down!" He grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her to succumb to his strength. "Tell me what's going on. Your the most wanted person in Tortall, anyone who sees you is to turn you over, immediately, no exceptions. If you don't then your under arrest as well, I'm risking a lot to keep you here Alanna, but I trust you, and I don't believe that you would do anything to warrant something like this." By this time he had her pinned on the bed and was above her, still holding her wrists. "I want to know what's going on." He release her and rolled over to her side.
Alanna took in a shaky breath in and let it out, not moving. "Jonathan had a few theives kidnap me. He raped and tortured until he. until her broke me. After that he didn't use me as much, but then George came, and he used me again. to break George." She rasped out the words, not daring to meet Raoul's eyes.
"He gave me to some friends of his. and I think he's taking George." Alanna sobbed and curled toward Raoul who took her into his embrace. She sobbed until her throat ached and her eyes were dry from tears.
"Mithros Alanna, I'm so sorry." He didn't let go of her body until she pushed away.
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to tear him apart and watch as he begs for mercy." Her words were met with a blank look from Raoul. "You wouldn't understand."
"He's the king Alanna, you can't kill the king, no matter what." He tried to take her into another hug, but she flinched away.
"Nothing, nothing gives anyone the right to do what he did to me." Alanna didn't have the energy to cry again.
"Alanna.."
There was a crash that was all to similar to the one from earlier that day. Both of the knights heads turned to the sound. Raoul's door had been knocked down and Jonathan and four other soldiers had emptied into the room. Two of the man went for Alanna and had her by the arms before she could respond to the attack. Jonathan strode up to Raoul who stood and glared.
"Raoul of Mallory's Peak, your under arrest for harboring a convict." With that he nodded and watched as the remaining soldiers restrained him.
A/N God this chapter sucks, what the hell are you all still doing reading this? I really didn't expect the story to go like this, oh well, when it's 12:00 and you have nothing better to do then write, bad stuff gets written. 45 reviews for next chapter I guess. ::yawn:: Sleepy time
"Alanna, get behind me, if it doesn't look I'm going to win, run, all right?" Raoul wasn't able to bring his eyes to meet her and instead kept them locked on the two who had drawn small fighting knives. Alanna nodded, solemnly, relief flooding over her embarrassment. She slipped between Raoul's massive frame and that of the doors. The warrior maiden could hear the battle rage on around her, but she refused to really watch, she did not knew who's blood flew through the air, and which scream belonged to who. A man came up to her, and she didn't know who it was, until, instead of hurting her, he took her in his arms, and held her. She couldn't take it anymore, the pain, the hurt, the betrayal, the loss, all if it had swirled together, and she cried. Into the arms of the only person who was there for now, the only one she hadn't hurt, yet.
"It's OK Alanna, It's OK." Raoul stroked the hair of his old friend, letting her learn against his body, borrow his strength for her own. They stayed like that for as long as the Lioness needed, when she able to regain herself, to stop the tears, they walked out of the old shack she had been held captive in, and headed back to the quarters of the knight. In silence they walked along the empty streets, Alanna clinging onto her old friends arm the whole way. They were both lost in thought, the warrior maidens' of pain and glimmers of hope. And the knights' of betrayal.
Raoul opened the door and Alanna walked in, it took all of her self control to keep from falling on the bed in front of her in blissful sleep.
"What happened Alanna?" Raoul locked his gaze on her, keeping his sympathy locked in his chest. "I." She didn't know what to say. She sat on the bed and traced one of the flower designs, trying to fight back tears. Her friend sat beside her without her noticing and wrapped a arm around her shoulders. He took in a breath and allowed his judgment to over take his orders.
"Alanna, what happened, you can tell me." He turned her toward him and saw the tears run down her face. But this time they weren't from pain.
"You wouldn't believe me." She turned her head down.
"There's a price on your head, and I'm pretty open to whatever it is, I mean, it must be something big for Jonathan to."
"Don't you ever say that name, don't ever say that name!" In a speed Raoul could never measure up to, Alanna was clawing at him, screaming at him. The hits weren't strong but he couldn't bring himself to stop her.
"Alanna, Alanna! Calm down!" He grabbed both of her wrists, forcing her to succumb to his strength. "Tell me what's going on. Your the most wanted person in Tortall, anyone who sees you is to turn you over, immediately, no exceptions. If you don't then your under arrest as well, I'm risking a lot to keep you here Alanna, but I trust you, and I don't believe that you would do anything to warrant something like this." By this time he had her pinned on the bed and was above her, still holding her wrists. "I want to know what's going on." He release her and rolled over to her side.
Alanna took in a shaky breath in and let it out, not moving. "Jonathan had a few theives kidnap me. He raped and tortured until he. until her broke me. After that he didn't use me as much, but then George came, and he used me again. to break George." She rasped out the words, not daring to meet Raoul's eyes.
"He gave me to some friends of his. and I think he's taking George." Alanna sobbed and curled toward Raoul who took her into his embrace. She sobbed until her throat ached and her eyes were dry from tears.
"Mithros Alanna, I'm so sorry." He didn't let go of her body until she pushed away.
"I'm going to kill him, I'm going to tear him apart and watch as he begs for mercy." Her words were met with a blank look from Raoul. "You wouldn't understand."
"He's the king Alanna, you can't kill the king, no matter what." He tried to take her into another hug, but she flinched away.
"Nothing, nothing gives anyone the right to do what he did to me." Alanna didn't have the energy to cry again.
"Alanna.."
There was a crash that was all to similar to the one from earlier that day. Both of the knights heads turned to the sound. Raoul's door had been knocked down and Jonathan and four other soldiers had emptied into the room. Two of the man went for Alanna and had her by the arms before she could respond to the attack. Jonathan strode up to Raoul who stood and glared.
"Raoul of Mallory's Peak, your under arrest for harboring a convict." With that he nodded and watched as the remaining soldiers restrained him.
A/N God this chapter sucks, what the hell are you all still doing reading this? I really didn't expect the story to go like this, oh well, when it's 12:00 and you have nothing better to do then write, bad stuff gets written. 45 reviews for next chapter I guess. ::yawn:: Sleepy time