Betrayal
By keruseyu
Keru- well folks, this is my new Kel fic! Lady of the Fairies is takin a break! Well, enjoy this- PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
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"Will you ever talk, girl?
Kel stared into cold blue eyes, hatred in her gaze.
"Go to hell, you bastard."
Maggur merely smiled.
He whispered something in her guard's ear, then left.
Kel watched with a mizture of dread and anger as he relayed this to his partner. Her fear deepened when the other guard paled.
They dragged her off to a narrow room, strapping her securely to a metal table.
'I knew getting into a Syndicate was a bad idea!' She thought crazily. A needle shot into her neck. She was slumbering within minutes.
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Everything was dark... so dark...
Searing pain brought Kel back from oblivion. She moaned in pain. She sat up, ignoring the pain in her throat. Strangely, the only place that pained her was her neck. She felt along her throat, eyes widening as her fingers touched a long, scar-like welt across her neck.
Fearing the worst, Kel opened her mouth, trying to speak. The attempt came out as a rusty rasp, and her throat hurt more than ever. 'No.' She thought. 'No!!!!!!'
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The bars to her door opened. In walked Maggur, who smiled frostily as she rose. She glared at the ovbiously amused man.
"Do you appreciate your new setup?" He asked thoughtfully. He raised an eyebrow at her silence, grinning widely. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He asked evilly. He tapped her throat. "Oh my! What's happened here? I'm sorry. I really did forget how useful having a voicebox is for talking."
Kel's eyes widened. So that's what he had done! She had figured as much...
"Have a nice stay!" The man said cheerily.
He made a signal to the guards. "Take her to her new accomodations."
He strode out. He was almost out the door when a primitive scream of pure rage tore through the air.
"Oh, and Captain?" He looked him in the eye. "She's in for a long stay."
He left, leaving a bewildered man to handle the extremely furious prisoner.
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Kel glared around the room she was in. She couldn't understand for the life of her why she was here, in this chamber of rich silks and brocades, embroidered with soft threads in deep colors.
The carpet she stood on was soft and plush; she admired the comfort it brought her. If she hadn't been in an enemy's castle, she could swear that she was being treated like a princess.
She had searched the room thoroughly when she came in. Finding no cameras, no hidden microphones. She felt odd. Bad feelings were lurking in the shadows of fate. Something was coming; she knew it.
But why shouldn't she make herself comfortable? She had chosen an outfit out of the oak wardrobe, and was wearing it. She had gone for freedom in movement, and comfort. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find anything that didn't have a skirt.
She hated skirts. But she found one that suited her- long, flowing to her knees. The top was loose black silk with a satin collar.
The door opened. Kel spun, shifting into a fighting stance. She relaxed no less when Maggur strode into the room. Her bad feeling loomed over her like a cloud. He approached carefully, eying her. "Do you know what I'm here for?" He stepped too close to her than necessary, and she backed away.
"I know you're weak. That surgery will help me now." He stepped forward again, and again she backed away, fearing the worst. "For an enemy woman, you're very attractive. I'd like to make you an offer." Kel's back hit the wall; she knew what he was after. He grabbed her shoulder. "I like you. You could stay here with me." She shook her head frantically. 'No, no!!!! NO!!!!' She thought wildly.
He grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her forward. "We can do my way or the hard way, girl." She fought ferociously, but
he was right; she was weak. She screamed as he descended upon her.
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Neal's eyes opened wide as he fell out of bed. Owen, his roomie, sat up. Gazing at his friend, lying on the floor, Owen rolled his eyes. "What is it now?" He asked groggily. Neal pulled himself into a sitting position, rubbing his nose, which he swore was flat-ended. "Sorry, Owen. It's just that I'm really worried."
Owen shook his head. "About Kel? She can take care of herself. Don't worry about her. She's fine. Now go back to sleep, you moron."
Neal climbed back into his bunk. Owen was right, he shouldn't worry. Kel, his partner since she had been assigned to him as a small 10-year-old in need of syndicate training to feed her family. He had taught her; she had taught him. They looked out for each other. In truth, she was his little sister, the one he never had.
But he could swore he heard her scream... Na, she had to be fine. Kel could definitly take care of herself. Settling uneasily into his blankets, he tried to put aside his worries and sleep.
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If you folks don't get what's happening to Kel, ya'll are just ditzy. Oh- REVIEW!!!!!
By keruseyu
Keru- well folks, this is my new Kel fic! Lady of the Fairies is takin a break! Well, enjoy this- PLEASE REVIEW!!!!
===
"Will you ever talk, girl?
Kel stared into cold blue eyes, hatred in her gaze.
"Go to hell, you bastard."
Maggur merely smiled.
He whispered something in her guard's ear, then left.
Kel watched with a mizture of dread and anger as he relayed this to his partner. Her fear deepened when the other guard paled.
They dragged her off to a narrow room, strapping her securely to a metal table.
'I knew getting into a Syndicate was a bad idea!' She thought crazily. A needle shot into her neck. She was slumbering within minutes.
===
Everything was dark... so dark...
Searing pain brought Kel back from oblivion. She moaned in pain. She sat up, ignoring the pain in her throat. Strangely, the only place that pained her was her neck. She felt along her throat, eyes widening as her fingers touched a long, scar-like welt across her neck.
Fearing the worst, Kel opened her mouth, trying to speak. The attempt came out as a rusty rasp, and her throat hurt more than ever. 'No.' She thought. 'No!!!!!!'
===
The bars to her door opened. In walked Maggur, who smiled frostily as she rose. She glared at the ovbiously amused man.
"Do you appreciate your new setup?" He asked thoughtfully. He raised an eyebrow at her silence, grinning widely. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He asked evilly. He tapped her throat. "Oh my! What's happened here? I'm sorry. I really did forget how useful having a voicebox is for talking."
Kel's eyes widened. So that's what he had done! She had figured as much...
"Have a nice stay!" The man said cheerily.
He made a signal to the guards. "Take her to her new accomodations."
He strode out. He was almost out the door when a primitive scream of pure rage tore through the air.
"Oh, and Captain?" He looked him in the eye. "She's in for a long stay."
He left, leaving a bewildered man to handle the extremely furious prisoner.
===
Kel glared around the room she was in. She couldn't understand for the life of her why she was here, in this chamber of rich silks and brocades, embroidered with soft threads in deep colors.
The carpet she stood on was soft and plush; she admired the comfort it brought her. If she hadn't been in an enemy's castle, she could swear that she was being treated like a princess.
She had searched the room thoroughly when she came in. Finding no cameras, no hidden microphones. She felt odd. Bad feelings were lurking in the shadows of fate. Something was coming; she knew it.
But why shouldn't she make herself comfortable? She had chosen an outfit out of the oak wardrobe, and was wearing it. She had gone for freedom in movement, and comfort. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn't find anything that didn't have a skirt.
She hated skirts. But she found one that suited her- long, flowing to her knees. The top was loose black silk with a satin collar.
The door opened. Kel spun, shifting into a fighting stance. She relaxed no less when Maggur strode into the room. Her bad feeling loomed over her like a cloud. He approached carefully, eying her. "Do you know what I'm here for?" He stepped too close to her than necessary, and she backed away.
"I know you're weak. That surgery will help me now." He stepped forward again, and again she backed away, fearing the worst. "For an enemy woman, you're very attractive. I'd like to make you an offer." Kel's back hit the wall; she knew what he was after. He grabbed her shoulder. "I like you. You could stay here with me." She shook her head frantically. 'No, no!!!! NO!!!!' She thought wildly.
He grabbed the front of her shirt, pulling her forward. "We can do my way or the hard way, girl." She fought ferociously, but
he was right; she was weak. She screamed as he descended upon her.
===
Neal's eyes opened wide as he fell out of bed. Owen, his roomie, sat up. Gazing at his friend, lying on the floor, Owen rolled his eyes. "What is it now?" He asked groggily. Neal pulled himself into a sitting position, rubbing his nose, which he swore was flat-ended. "Sorry, Owen. It's just that I'm really worried."
Owen shook his head. "About Kel? She can take care of herself. Don't worry about her. She's fine. Now go back to sleep, you moron."
Neal climbed back into his bunk. Owen was right, he shouldn't worry. Kel, his partner since she had been assigned to him as a small 10-year-old in need of syndicate training to feed her family. He had taught her; she had taught him. They looked out for each other. In truth, she was his little sister, the one he never had.
But he could swore he heard her scream... Na, she had to be fine. Kel could definitly take care of herself. Settling uneasily into his blankets, he tried to put aside his worries and sleep.
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If you folks don't get what's happening to Kel, ya'll are just ditzy. Oh- REVIEW!!!!!