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"So there's nothing I can do to help at all?" Zelgadis demanded. "There's go to be something..."
The young looking blue haired girl standing next to him looked at the ground in defeat. "O, I'm sorry, but there really is nothing I can do for you. I'd help if I could!" her traditional pink kimono flapped slightly in the wind.
"I know Botan, I know. But there has to be something, something. Maybe Koenma?" he looked up hopefully. Botan shook her head slightly.
"I'm sorry. I'm the pilot of the River Styx, the Grim Reaper, Death, I have a lot of nicknames. This isn't my domain. But," She paused, seeming to consider something. "I do know a group of people who might be able to help. They're not exactly always willing mind you, but if there were orders from Koenma..."
"Can I see her?" Zelgadis asked half-heartedly. He already knew what the answer would be.
"Well, I suppose so. It's not recommended, but I'm not the most traditional of people."
"I'll say. What kind of Grim Reaper says 'Bingo' when she's called?" Zelgadis grumbled, not showing it, but truly surprised they'd let him see Lina.
"You know, Yusuke said the same thing when we first met." Botan placed a slender digit on her chin, contemplating.
"Yusuke?"
"A friends. He might be willing to help Lina. He's always open to kicking demon butt. Hiei might help too. If Yusuke is there, then you can bet that Kuwabara is going to show up and Kurama might show up just for fun. It's a motley bunch, but as a whole they're okay."
"Whatever just let me see her." Botan rolled her blue eyes and pulled out an oar from nowhere. She waved it once and sat on it, floating over the ground.
"Watch."
"I am."
"Smart-aleck. Shut up and watch or you might miss something."
Over the screen appeared a grungy cell. Grain littered the floor and it looked as if it had never been cleaned. Which is probably true. Lina lay on her side in the middle. At first glance, nothing seemed wrong, but if you looked harder, blood seeped through her red clothing. Her right arm, hidden beneath her black cloak, was lightly bandaged, but the blood was beginning to soak through. Small cuts and scrapes covered her face and arms, her pants were ripped at the thigh and little cuts were everywhere on her legs.
Outside of the cell stood two sentries, a green, well-muscled guy with a small horn sticking out of the middle of his head, and a tuft of hair around it, looked at a blue guy. They both wore tiger print cloths over their waist and to their knees, but instead of having one horn, the blue guy had two very small ones on the side of his head. He had no hair and looked like he hadn't taken a bath in years. Or ever.
The screen disappeared and Zelgadis's look of horror changed to chagrin. "So you're telling me that I just have to leave here there and I'm, not allowed to help her, that's basically what you're saying, right?"
Botan cringed and nodded. This was the worst part of her job. Playing messenger girl for Koenma.
"Well, forget it. I'm not going to leave her!" Zelgadis growled slightly and turned on his heel, towards the library.
"Stop, Zelgadis! There might be something you can do for her. but I can't do it, I need you too-"
"What do you need done, and consider it done." Zelgadis was back in a flash.
"First..."
Lina crumpled to the ground. Too much blood loss, too much pain. Most people would have either given in, or died, but Lina was too stubborn.
A small pop in the corner of her cell alerted Lina to the presence of someone.
Or something.
"Wh-what the hell?" she stood up, her right arm hung by her side, useless and bloody, as her left leg dragged on the ground. By sheer force of will, she pulled herself over to the small object lying on the ground. Grabbing the small container, Lina shivered. It was ice-cold. Whatever it contained must be unpleasant.
A note fluttered down from the lid. 'Use this to escape. It's a small worm-hole, and it can take you to the human world.' –Zel
"How did he-never mind, now's not the time. When I get back, it's question time. He'll answer or pay. He had a worm hole and didn't tell me!" Lina pouted and took the jar. The lid was screwed on so tight, though, that Lina had to work at it. Eventually she was forced to give up. The lid was slippery because blood kept dripping onto it and Lina was out of clean clothing. Her vision was going hazy, but she wasn't about to give up. If they discovered her only way out...one last, desperate heave, and the lid came off, but at a cost. The bandage around her arm was completely soaked because of the strength needed to twist it. If she didn't go quickly, it would be too late.
She nearly screamed, but unwilling to let the guards know of what she had, Lina bit her lip to keep silent. The coldness swept through her body and left her shivering as the wormhole rose from the jar. It was the size of her fist. But it was enough. Unfortunately, the guards knew.
The spear stabbing into her heart told her that.