Strickland
03-08-09, 02:56 PM
Solo.
As my face hit the wet stones of the street I decided then and there that if I ever got loose, I'd kill the bastard holding me down. I didn't care that he was part of some sort of guard or something, he was treating me like shit and it hurt. My face was already rubbed raw from being dragged across the ground and I was sure I was bleeding, but I couldn't tell from the warm rain that night. The darkness prevented me from really seeing my attacker's face as well, but I knew one thing; he was big. I'm no pipsqueak, but this guy had tossed me around like I'd been made of matchsticks rather than flesh and bone before his partner, a considerably smaller man with the face of a weasel, had slapped a pair of cuffs on my wrists. My first thought had been; What the hell?! They have police here? My second thought had been drowned out by pain as this big lug of a man sent me scraping across the ground, and no matter how hard I kicked he remained silently stoic. After a while, I'd given up, but that hadn't stopped either of my capturers from abusing me, and I swear I had bruises in places I didn't think could have them.
Ten minutes and an eternity of pain later, I found myself lying facedown before a pair of very armored feet. My eyes went up those feet to a pair of femininely armored legs, then hips, then breasts. Eventually my eyes went up to this stranger's face, and in the lamplight I could barely make out a woman's thin face and blond hair lifted up into a pony tail. "Well..." I managed to croak out, even though I would have given up Hell and Heaven right then and there for a glass of water. "...so you're the bitch who's had me tied up, is that right?"
A sharp blow to the side made me cry out in pain and sent me rolling, and soon I found myself facedown in a puddle. Water. Oh, thank whatever god had been listening. Not wasting my chance I gulped down the dirty, muddy, blessed liquid, oblivious to the fact I was getting wet from the rain. Before I could completely satisfy my thirst, however, a powerful grip latched itself onto my hair and pulled me to my feet. Stifling my cry of pain I managed to find my balance, and glared at the woman standing before me with a distasteful look upon her face. She turned to the weasel faced man who'd found me with a slight sneer. "Who's this scum, Lieutenant?"
He spat at my feet with a small smirk that made me want to knock his block off. "Found 'im trying to break into one of the storage 'ouses. 'E was carryin' off a loaf 'a bread when Goliath 'ere caught 'im, Sergeant Seras."
She looked at me and raised one fine, blond eyebrow. "Is this true?"
Why she was asking me, I didn't know and didn't really care. "Yeah, it is." I snarled. And it was. Hell, I was hungry; I hadn't eaten in almost a week now, and had been living off rats and small driblets of water from the gutter when it rained. I couldn't help it; the smell of the bread had been so good, and the growling in my stomach so painful. What astounded me though was that they'd caught me; I swear, I'd timed it just right...well, no matter now. I was caught, and left up to whatever fate this woman had in store for me.
She looked me in the eye, and in the lamplight I could see blue orbs sparkling. "Do you know what we do with thieves here?"
"I'm guessing you kill them."
"That's right." She paused, as if considering something, and looked at her liutenant. He nodded, and she looked back at me. "However, it seems a waste to let that strong, young body of yours go to the grave."
I snorted. Young? That was a new one. I know how old I look, and young has never been an adjetive to describe it. "Your point?" I said nonetheless. Her sentance offered life, and where there was life there was hope.
"I'm willing to forgive your transgression if you prove yourself to me." A smirk very similar to the weasel-faced man's crossed her lips and I could feel anger go through me again. "Perhaps a couple rounds in the Zirnden will do." And with that she nodded at the giant man apparently called "Goliath" holding me.
The Zirnden? What in God's name was that? But before I could voice my confusion or try to escape, however, one fist the size of my head came swinging around and knocked the sense right out of me, and before I knew it everything went as black as the night sky.
As my face hit the wet stones of the street I decided then and there that if I ever got loose, I'd kill the bastard holding me down. I didn't care that he was part of some sort of guard or something, he was treating me like shit and it hurt. My face was already rubbed raw from being dragged across the ground and I was sure I was bleeding, but I couldn't tell from the warm rain that night. The darkness prevented me from really seeing my attacker's face as well, but I knew one thing; he was big. I'm no pipsqueak, but this guy had tossed me around like I'd been made of matchsticks rather than flesh and bone before his partner, a considerably smaller man with the face of a weasel, had slapped a pair of cuffs on my wrists. My first thought had been; What the hell?! They have police here? My second thought had been drowned out by pain as this big lug of a man sent me scraping across the ground, and no matter how hard I kicked he remained silently stoic. After a while, I'd given up, but that hadn't stopped either of my capturers from abusing me, and I swear I had bruises in places I didn't think could have them.
Ten minutes and an eternity of pain later, I found myself lying facedown before a pair of very armored feet. My eyes went up those feet to a pair of femininely armored legs, then hips, then breasts. Eventually my eyes went up to this stranger's face, and in the lamplight I could barely make out a woman's thin face and blond hair lifted up into a pony tail. "Well..." I managed to croak out, even though I would have given up Hell and Heaven right then and there for a glass of water. "...so you're the bitch who's had me tied up, is that right?"
A sharp blow to the side made me cry out in pain and sent me rolling, and soon I found myself facedown in a puddle. Water. Oh, thank whatever god had been listening. Not wasting my chance I gulped down the dirty, muddy, blessed liquid, oblivious to the fact I was getting wet from the rain. Before I could completely satisfy my thirst, however, a powerful grip latched itself onto my hair and pulled me to my feet. Stifling my cry of pain I managed to find my balance, and glared at the woman standing before me with a distasteful look upon her face. She turned to the weasel faced man who'd found me with a slight sneer. "Who's this scum, Lieutenant?"
He spat at my feet with a small smirk that made me want to knock his block off. "Found 'im trying to break into one of the storage 'ouses. 'E was carryin' off a loaf 'a bread when Goliath 'ere caught 'im, Sergeant Seras."
She looked at me and raised one fine, blond eyebrow. "Is this true?"
Why she was asking me, I didn't know and didn't really care. "Yeah, it is." I snarled. And it was. Hell, I was hungry; I hadn't eaten in almost a week now, and had been living off rats and small driblets of water from the gutter when it rained. I couldn't help it; the smell of the bread had been so good, and the growling in my stomach so painful. What astounded me though was that they'd caught me; I swear, I'd timed it just right...well, no matter now. I was caught, and left up to whatever fate this woman had in store for me.
She looked me in the eye, and in the lamplight I could see blue orbs sparkling. "Do you know what we do with thieves here?"
"I'm guessing you kill them."
"That's right." She paused, as if considering something, and looked at her liutenant. He nodded, and she looked back at me. "However, it seems a waste to let that strong, young body of yours go to the grave."
I snorted. Young? That was a new one. I know how old I look, and young has never been an adjetive to describe it. "Your point?" I said nonetheless. Her sentance offered life, and where there was life there was hope.
"I'm willing to forgive your transgression if you prove yourself to me." A smirk very similar to the weasel-faced man's crossed her lips and I could feel anger go through me again. "Perhaps a couple rounds in the Zirnden will do." And with that she nodded at the giant man apparently called "Goliath" holding me.
The Zirnden? What in God's name was that? But before I could voice my confusion or try to escape, however, one fist the size of my head came swinging around and knocked the sense right out of me, and before I knew it everything went as black as the night sky.