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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 21:47:32 GMT -6
Chace's mouth was open still as Sam spoke again. He couldn't respond - he didn't know how. He tore his gaze away from her and half walked, half was dragged towards punishment hill. He wasn't scared... it was more the fact this this could mean a few more weeks in this hellhole. He sighed as the hill came into sight.... well this would be fun.
>>>> THREE DAYS LATER >>>>
Chace stumbled down the hill, blood dripping slowly from his knuckles. He had punched the guard, and managed to knock him out, steal his keys, unlock himself, and break free. His face was pale and gaunt, and in the pale moonlight he looked truly ghostly. His stomach was having continuous spasms of pain, and his mouth was so dry... His clothes were filthy, his hair in a complete state, and he was just generally in relatively poor health.
His face was contorted into a slight snarl as he staggered through the streets of the village, headed for the temple just through the fringe of trees.
He shoved open the door and marched into the main hall. "Sam Dillinger!" he shouted, his voice was so unlike his own that he actually scared himself slightly...
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 21:51:33 GMT -6
It was midnight and the stars were shining bright over head. Sam was sound asleep when she heard a voice. She jerked awake and knew immediately who it was. She pulled off the covers and snuck out of her bedroom down the hall. She peeked around the corner and her thoughts were confirmed. It was him. She slowly walked around the corner and rubbed her eyes. He was still standing there and he didn't look happy or good in that matter.
His clothes were torn. Sam frowned. They were supposed to feed him and give him water. Weren't they? How did you get free? She whispered.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 23, 2009 21:57:08 GMT -6
Chace grew impatient as Sam ounded the corner - he had been about to search around the whole building for her. His breathing was heavy, and his lips were still pulled back into that angry snarl.
"The guard was driving me crazy, so I punched him once to the jaw. It knocked him out, so I stole his keys." he growled, in the silence hearing the sickening drip of the blood from his knuckles onto the marble floor. Suddenly, a twinge of intense pain ripped through his torso, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching at his stomach, face clecnhed up in agony.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 23, 2009 22:01:53 GMT -6
Sam raised an eyebrow. His snarl, it was different. And frightening. She swallowed and heard a faint dripping sound. Her gaze followed down his arm and watched as the blood dripped from his knuckles. Her gaze moved back to his face when Chace began speaking. Her eyes widened slightly. He had to be going crazy. She flinched when he fell to his knees. Sam hurried over to his side and knelt beside him. Chace! Are you ok!? She asked. Her eyes were filled with worry. This was horrible. It wasn't suppose to happen like this. But something inside her said that it had to. That it must. But she just couldn't agree with it.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 24, 2009 5:44:23 GMT -6
Chace had noticed the fear in Sam's eyes as he had spoke, but it had no effect on him really. He looked up into her face and watched as she approached him, still clutching hard at his stomach. As she lowered herself to her knees, Chace turned away from her, not wanting any help from the girl who had caused him this pain. "Never been better." He growled through gritted teeth, his breathing shaky and uneven, his heart racing in his chest. The blood began to soak through his shirt, though it wasn't exactly white any more.
"Next time, get better guards. Maybe they'll be able to keep me long enough for the deep grave I've been digging to be filled." His words were spoken harshly, dripping with venom as his eyes moved over to Sam. Her own were filled with concern and fear, but this only brought a smile to his lips, though it was hardly noticable due to his face being clenched in pain still. His eyes showed pain, yet also fury. His hands curved into fists as the pain intensified for a moment, before it subsided to a dull throb, bringing a relieved sigh from his lips.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 24, 2009 7:19:01 GMT -6
Sam frowned when Chace turned away from her when she knelt beside him. Obviously her help wasn't valued anymore but she wasn't moving until he answered her questions. He did. She raised an eyebrow when he practically growled. What was the matter? If he needed food she could get it for him. Her eyes narrowed when he commented on the guards and repeated what she had said three days ago to him.
I'll make a note of that. She said with sarcasm. Sam watched Chace as a look of pain slowly started to seep away from his face. It was soon replaced by slight relief. Apparently the pain in his stomach subsided for a moment. That was good, wasn't it?
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 24, 2009 9:12:24 GMT -6
Chace rose slowly to his feet, shaking slightly to begin with, then becoming more stable. His heart was still racing, though he didn't know why. He felt so hot, and his breathing was more laboured than usual. His head was spinning and he just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up, but he couldn't let others be subject to the sort of treatment he had received on punishment hill.
At Sam's sarcastic comment he closed his eyes for a second, before turning to look at her. "Do you even know what they do to you up there?" he whispered, voice still holding some of the venom it had before, yet also some fear as recent memories flashed in his mind. He ran a hand through his hair, though it got caught in the tangles.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 24, 2009 9:35:20 GMT -6
Sam watched as Chace slowly rose. He was shaky and it was hard for him to breath. She didn't like that. She stood up and took him by the arm and slowly began leading him to her room. She looked at him when he spoke. They're suppose to give you food and water three times a day every day. That was the rule that Mandy and I agreed upon. Sam said quietly. When they reached the room she pointed to her bed. It was big and comfortable and clean. Chace was unclean and uncomfortable. But she wanted him to lay down on her bed anyways.
Lay down Chace and I will be right back. She whispered. Sam hurried out of the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen. She poured a big pitcher full of ice cold water and grabbed a cup. Then she made about five sandwich's and threw in a granola bar as well. With everything on a tray she carried it back to the bedroom and sat it on the bedside table. Here. She said.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 24, 2009 10:34:54 GMT -6
Chace stiffened slightly as Sam took his arm, then relaxed - he was glad for the support anyway, as he didn't think he would have been able to make it on his own. He shook his head lightly. "Well then it needs investigating. Kids younger than me can't be put through that." His voice was weak compared to normal. Chace's gaze moved to Sam's bed. The bed linen was all white... Chace was very, very dirty... He looked to her uncertainly, gesturing towards his clothes and the bed as she exited the room.
He waited, still on his feet, for her to return. His eyes flashed as he spotted the food, and he bit his lower lip lightly as his stomach gurgled. He looked up at Sam, and whispered "Thank you."
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 24, 2009 10:39:57 GMT -6
Sam listened to Chace. He was right. She did need to look into it. She was rather angry though when she returned and he was still standing up. Sam frowned slightly and put her hands on her hips. I don't care how dirty your clothes are or how clean the bed clothes are. Lay down! She said. Sam turned away from him and toward the tray. She filled the glass up and stopped just a few centimeters from the rim.
Sam handed Chace the glass and slipped a sandwich onto the smaller plate for him as well. She waited for him to get a drink before handing him the sand which.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 24, 2009 10:47:21 GMT -6
Chace's eyes narrowed slightly as Sam was obviously irritated with him. "I'm sorry for being considerate!" he muttered, loweing himself onto the bed and laying back against the pillows. He sighed with relief - the bed was so comfortable after his three days spent chained to a boulder on the rocky ground.
He took the glass from Sam, and sipped the water, finding it hard to swallow at first, but as his throat moistened this subsided. He placed the glass carefully on the table, and took the sandwich from Sam, taking a small bite. His stomach growled angrily now, and soon he was wolfing the food down, hardly stopping for breath as he devoured the plate of sandwiches. When finished, he turned to Sam, and said once again "Thank you."
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 24, 2009 10:52:48 GMT -6
Sam rolled her eyes at his muttering. She didn't care about the bed. The linens could be exchanged for clean ones. In fact Chace didn't need to worry about that stuff, that was her job right now. She watched as he began wolfing down the sandwich after taking one small bite. At first she thought he wouldn't want and end up putting himself in an even worst state but thankfully he didn't.
Sam smiled softly and shook her head. Don't worry about it, I'm here now. She whispered and filled his glass up again. Sam offered him another sandwich, he didn't have to eat it but something told her that he would wolf it down as well. She looked over him and sighed. Clothes all dirty and close to rags. Horrible. When you're finished Chace and you feel up to it you can take a bath or shower. I can grab you some clothes from your house if you want me to. She said softly and smiled.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 24, 2009 11:01:49 GMT -6
Chace smiled lightly, and took the glass, draining it quickly before accepting the sandwich and devouring it. As he ate, he studied Sam's expression. She seemed relieved that he was okay, but at the same time that old irritation was present. He was truly thankful for Sam for this. He had honestly expected her to turn him away, but thankfully for him she didn't.
As Sam mentioned his clothes, he groaned, and muttered "d**n!" He had his bag with him when he broke into Mandy's house, and it had been taken to punishment hill, and as far as he knew was still up there. He looked down at the tattered cloth that was once a white shirt and khaki shorts, frowning slightly. "I'll have to go back and get it won't I? I don't want you going up there for me." He murmured, not ungrateful towards her, but he genuinely did not want her to have to observe what happened in that place.
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Post by Sam Dillinger on Jan 24, 2009 11:10:21 GMT -6
Sam smiled slightly as he took the glass and the sandwich, then devouring it. She took and set the plate back on the tray and filled up the glass. She raised an eyebrow as Chace cursed. She looked over at him as she sat the pitcher back down. Sam handed him the glass once more. She frowned when he said that he should go and get it. Sam put a finger to his lips to keep him quiet. No! I will go and get it. Don't worry. She said.
Sam grabbed her sword and buckled the holster diagonally across her chest. She brushed back some bangs on Chace's forehead and smiled. There are three more sandwiches and lots of water, help yourself. She said. Sam turned on her heel and exited the room. She ran to the stables and tacked Dream. Mounting him, she rode at a gallop to Punishment Hill. When she reached it she slowed Dream to a walk and looked around. Sam saw the guard who was knocked out and then she saw Chace's bag. She dismounted and quietly walked up to the bag. Sam grabbed the bag and began tip toeing to Dream once more.
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Post by Chace Daniels on Jan 24, 2009 11:21:14 GMT -6
Chace had been raising himself to a seated position when he felt Sam touch his lips. He froze, looking up into her eyes as his heart leapt a mile. At her words, he shook his head lightly. The guards would probably have raised the alarm by now, and would obviously suspect Sam if she went up their looking for his bag. They were dangerous - he knew that, and he did not want her getting hurt.
He watched in amazement as she fastened her sword across her chest, a slight smile forming at the corners of his lips. She was his little warrior. As her fingers lightly shifted his hair, to him it felt as though electricity was pulsing around his body. Her touch was like an angel's, so soft and delicate. He nodded slowly, and as she walked out of the room he called "Be careful." His voice was quiet, so she may not have heard, but either way he did not want her getting hurt. He lay back on the bed, his fingers tapping against his knee - he was on edge, and would be until she returned.
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