Chapter 3 - Part C
[Author's Notes] Again, I'm repeating that one paragraph so you can follow.
She didn't have to wonder why they were there. All she knew now, was she had to have one. So, then the plan was to grab a board and then maneuver Tiny into a corner to protect him. Gods, what are we waiting for? Let's just get it over with!
As if on command, the cell door clanged open and a burly smelly slaver stepped through. Without a word, she started shoving children one by one out the cell. Ones who showed resistance received a heavy cuff across the back of the head. When the slaver approached, Tristan stood up quickly and yanked Tiny up by his collar, then shoved him out the door. She followed with a glance towards the slaver and was rewarded by a nod.
She followed Tiny and the single file to where the sunlight drenched the hallway. Overtaking Tiny so she could protect him from the front, she stepped out into bright blinding light. The roar of the crowds struck her with an almost physical force; she hadn't expected the noise to be a factor. Her left hand began the stroking of the stone but the clamoring had frightened her deeply.
Forget everything else. Just think about Tiny. Looking behind her, she saw that the noise had pretty much affected everyone the same way. Tiny was paralyzed and blocking the rest of the slaves from entering the field. Oh good, he was providing her with an excuse. She ran back to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the middle where the first entrants were gathered.
Pushing past them, she dragged Tiny to the edge of the circle closest to the corner with the least boards. That way, hopefully, less to deal with. The last of the slaves wouldn't come out, so a lumbering slaver jogged over, slugged the kid and threw the unconscious child into the middle and immediately a gong sounded.
[Author's Notes] I guess since I'm going past where I started the scene with the trio, I'll be rewriting that trio scene. Have I said how much I hate wasted efforts? Oh I think I'll be playing around with the side bar in order to get full chapters without revisions and without author's notes over the next day or two. It'll be a welcome distraction from all this writing I hope to do. I hope to get hit 12,000 words by Sunday afternoon. .
Running off with Tiny in tow, she ducked under a blow, yanking Tiny's hand hard enough to bend him over and avoid the same blow. As she ducked, she snatched up a board, saw that it had nails with blood and hair on it, and threw it into the crowd. An angry roar followed. She had caught the crowd's attention without meaning to.
She managed to find a board without nails in it and getting to the corner, she threw Tiny into it then turned around to duck under someone leaping at her. Instinctively, she jabbed upwards with the board as the attacker sailed over her and then thrust with all her might while hanging onto the board. It worked. The attacker flew harmlessly away.
Someone struck her from her left side. She didn't try to swing with the board; there was no room. No room? Arite's sneering voice came from somewhere close. "That's him. In the corner."
Tiny! Gotta protect Ti - Another blow hit her on her right shoulder. She thrust her arms out in front of her with a hand on each end to block the blows. "ARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" With no concept that she was yelling, she ran forward with all her might pushing through her legs into the ground and pushed back a couple of slaves into another one. Dashing back to where Tiny was, she swung blindly, and hit Arite square in the nose. Blood squirted and he staggered back. Then, pain exploded in her thigh.
She didn't have to wonder why they were there. All she knew now, was she had to have one. So, then the plan was to grab a board and then maneuver Tiny into a corner to protect him. Gods, what are we waiting for? Let's just get it over with!
As if on command, the cell door clanged open and a burly smelly slaver stepped through. Without a word, she started shoving children one by one out the cell. Ones who showed resistance received a heavy cuff across the back of the head. When the slaver approached, Tristan stood up quickly and yanked Tiny up by his collar, then shoved him out the door. She followed with a glance towards the slaver and was rewarded by a nod.
She followed Tiny and the single file to where the sunlight drenched the hallway. Overtaking Tiny so she could protect him from the front, she stepped out into bright blinding light. The roar of the crowds struck her with an almost physical force; she hadn't expected the noise to be a factor. Her left hand began the stroking of the stone but the clamoring had frightened her deeply.
Forget everything else. Just think about Tiny. Looking behind her, she saw that the noise had pretty much affected everyone the same way. Tiny was paralyzed and blocking the rest of the slaves from entering the field. Oh good, he was providing her with an excuse. She ran back to him, grabbed his hand and pulled him into the middle where the first entrants were gathered.
Pushing past them, she dragged Tiny to the edge of the circle closest to the corner with the least boards. That way, hopefully, less to deal with. The last of the slaves wouldn't come out, so a lumbering slaver jogged over, slugged the kid and threw the unconscious child into the middle and immediately a gong sounded.
[Author's Notes] I guess since I'm going past where I started the scene with the trio, I'll be rewriting that trio scene. Have I said how much I hate wasted efforts? Oh I think I'll be playing around with the side bar in order to get full chapters without revisions and without author's notes over the next day or two. It'll be a welcome distraction from all this writing I hope to do. I hope to get hit 12,000 words by Sunday afternoon. .
Running off with Tiny in tow, she ducked under a blow, yanking Tiny's hand hard enough to bend him over and avoid the same blow. As she ducked, she snatched up a board, saw that it had nails with blood and hair on it, and threw it into the crowd. An angry roar followed. She had caught the crowd's attention without meaning to.
She managed to find a board without nails in it and getting to the corner, she threw Tiny into it then turned around to duck under someone leaping at her. Instinctively, she jabbed upwards with the board as the attacker sailed over her and then thrust with all her might while hanging onto the board. It worked. The attacker flew harmlessly away.
Someone struck her from her left side. She didn't try to swing with the board; there was no room. No room? Arite's sneering voice came from somewhere close. "That's him. In the corner."
Tiny! Gotta protect Ti - Another blow hit her on her right shoulder. She thrust her arms out in front of her with a hand on each end to block the blows. "ARRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!!" With no concept that she was yelling, she ran forward with all her might pushing through her legs into the ground and pushed back a couple of slaves into another one. Dashing back to where Tiny was, she swung blindly, and hit Arite square in the nose. Blood squirted and he staggered back. Then, pain exploded in her thigh.
posted by resigned idealist @ 11/05/2004 07:48:00 PM
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