so I was gonna put this up yesterday but I was considerably sidetracked as I saw HP6 which BTW was off da chain!!!!!!!

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Chapter 13 - Betrayal

It wasn't the feeling that his arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets that woke him. Nor was it the fiery pain through his whole right leg. It was the absolute agony pounding through his head.

Slowly Will came to the realisation that he was being dragged by his arms across the ground.

That would explain the pain in my arms then, he logically thought.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was being dragged across the camp. He wasn't sure where but he decided that no longer was he to be dragged, like a broom collecting dust. He struggled to regain his footing, trying to stand up on one leg while being dragged is a hard thing to do. When he started moving was when the two men dragging him realised he was awake.

"Oi!" One said. "Quit it."

"I wanna walk..." Will's speech was slightly slurred.

The other man laughed. "Not likely. After what you did to Jason we're not takin' any chances."

"What do you mean? I only knocked him out."

"He's a clueless one ain't he?" The man on Will's left said. Then he directed his words at the prisoner. "You knocked him out but did you think about what him punishment for lettin' you do that was?" he paused to let his words sink in.

Then the other continued. "Morgarath had him skinned. He won't be lookin' after you anymore."

Will knew he should feel some sort of empathy for Jason, but that man was the reason Will was here. In truth, he was glad it happened. It seemed as if he got what he deserved. For the rest of the journey Will allowed himself to be dragged. The most he could do was try and minimise pain in his leg. He could stop himself from complaining as it dragged behind him but every now and then there would be a ditch or a rock and Will cried out. The third time this happened the man on his right commented.

"Havin' fun there?"

Will knew the question was rhetorical but he couldn't stop himself answering.

"No I am not. Are you enjoying yourself causing me pain? Do you see a rock and think 'I'll drag him over that'? If you'd just let me walk we wouldn't be having this problem."

Suddenly the man dropped Will. The other caught by surprise held on and got pulled back when he was forced to drag Will's full weight. Because the man who dropped him was on the right Will pretty much landed on his broken leg.

He screamed.

The other man let go of his left arm and Will curled into a ball trying to hold back the tears that so desperately wanted to form.

After a while the right-man bent down so he was almost face to face with Will.

"If you knew what was good for you we wouldn't be havin' this problem."

The tracks that led into the forest just kept going deeper and deeper. After a couple of hours it began to get dark and for about the third time Gilan heard Joel sighing behind him. Gilan thought of asking, once again, what the problem was but he knew he would just get the same answer as the first time he asked.

"We'd better start looking for a place to camp." Gilan called back to the half-Unit he had riding with him.

"Why don't we keep riding for a bit longer Gilan?" Joel suggested.

"Why?"

"I don't know...I just have this feeling."

"Feeling? What type of feeling?"

"I don't know," he said again. "Let's just keep riding."

Gilan shrugged. "Fine."

He had no idea what Joel was thinking but he felt he should give him a chance.

"Another hour," he said. "But that's all."

The group was all silent until half an hour later Blaze stopped still, tossed his head and neighed. It was the sign that something was wrong. Gilan halted the half-Unit and bent down to speak to his horse.

"What's the matter boy? You sense something?"

He tried to urge Blaze forwards but the pony refused. "Alright," he said giving in. "Which way would you go Blaze?"

Immediately Blaze turned around and started walking the way they had come. It was then Gilan heard the noise of a foot falling onto a stick. Looking back he saw at least half a dozen men coming forward out of the trees and without looking he knew there would be more in front of him.

The half-Unit drew their swords almost as one. Gilan swung his bow off his shoulder and silently nocked an arrow.

"What do you want?" he called to them.

"You." The voice came from behind Gilan and instantly he knew who from.

Joel.

Then Gilan felt the cold sting of metal on his throat. Joel was armed. How did I miss that before?

"I suggest," Joel said to the half-Unit. "That you all put down your weapons and surrender." As he said it one of the men came forward and took Gilan's bow, arrows and sword. Luckily, he thought, they had forgotten about his knives. That was a mistake.

"You were never tortured by Morgarath were you?" Gilan asked darkly. "You were always working for him."

"I do in fact work for Morgarath," Joel was slowly dismounting Blaze. "And I was never really tortured but I was punished for failures, if that counts." Then he addressed the whole group. "Dismount." He ordered.

They did so, just as they had dropped their weapons.

Joel laughed to himself. "This was too easy," he sneered. "Make up a story to make you feel sorry for me and convince you to ride for another hour. Ha, child's play."

"What now?" Gilan asked.

"My master wants to see you."

The two men picked Will back up and continued dragging him. Eventually they reached the other side of the camp, where the river was. They dragged him downstream a bit and then stopped, dropping him again. Will gasped in pain. Once it passed he looked up and around.

The camp was further upstream a couple of hundred metres. In front of him was a tent, fairly large. Outside there was a set of chains hanging from a branch and a fire with metal...somethings sticking out of it.

One of the men walked to the entrance of the tent and said something to someone inside. Then he turned and walked back towards Will and the other man.

They picked him up again. Will thought they were going to drag him inside the tent but instead they took him to the tree with the chains. They pulled him up and clamped the shackles around his wrists. Then with evil grins they left.

Will was thankful that his feet could touch the ground although he did find it difficult to find his balance seeing as he could only stand on one leg.

He sighed.

"That's a happy sound."

A man stepped out of the tent, startling Will.

"Hello m' lovely," he said. "My name is Lukas and I will be your only company for quite some time."

Will stared at him.

Lukas walked forward until he was directly in front of Will. He was studying his new project.

"And what's your name?"

Will's first thought was, this guy is sick. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that Will did not trust one bit. Then he realised that Lukas was still waiting for his answer.

"It's Will."

"Aahh," he said. "I've been expecting you young Will." He clapped his hands together. "Let's get to it, shall we?"

"Get to what?"

"Oh, you will see."

Suddenly Will didn't want to know.

Soooo..that was it......

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