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~~The Great Save~~
Zack had been roughly nabbed from his ward, brutally thrown into a van, and now he was being dragged into an alley. A hood over his head kept him from knowing where he was exactly. If this was a summons by the Master then it had taken a dire detour. His head was swimming thanks to a harsh blow to the head, but he did recognize the voice of his kidnappers. The Master only had one apprentice, but that did not mean that there were not other squires. The hood was pulled off and he looked up at a blurry yet recognizable form; this indeed was the zealous squire who was in line for the apprenticeship until Zack had been chosen instead. There were never names given out only rankings; squabs, squires, apprentices, and master.
"Your master will be unhappy; I assume you are supposed to take me to him for punishment." Zack said.
His statement was rewarded with a backhand; "Shut up traitor, you are not even worthy to be punished by my master!" The boy spit on him. "I don't want him to dirty his hands on a scum bucket like you!" He snarled.
Resentment and rage flowed off the violent youth who looked like a skin head. Zack was in trouble and that theory was proved when another youth came over with two baseball bats. Nothing more was said as the blows rained down on him from above; the first strike got him on the side of the face.
Zack heard crunching and a crack as pain filled his being from his teeth out to his whole face. His head rocked back and another blow got him in nearly the same place. He fell to his side and did his best to curl up into a ball. The next blows hit his shoulder, back, hip, and legs. He tasted a stew of blood, vomit, bile, and dirt; and he felt soon he would pass out. The pain was intense, and the strikes just kept coming; and then suddenly they stopped.
Zack's ears were clogged with something, and he could mainly hear his racing heart, but he also heard something else. Over the agony his hungry brain processed the noise. It was the faint sounds of a fight, then a set of screams and then a vehicle starting and peeling out. Zack heard no more as he succumbed to the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.