Evil Power

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 10th March 2014
Series: The Price of Power

Characters: Reven, Ehvan, Leaton
Description: Leaton comes to check in on his captive
Location: Green Valley Hold
Date: month 5, day 26 of Turn 7
Notes: Red Rush territory

Mentioned: Arippa

Reven

Reven didn't know why but he had been blindfolded again. He almost
preferred it. At least in the darkness behind his eyelids he could
escape where he was and almost picture himself somewhere else. Today
was different, however. After the blindfold was put on he heard a
different voice. It wasn't Ehvan and it wasn't Smokey, no, this voice
was new, different.

"The hold is in chaos." The tone was low, the quality of gravel as it
grated with each word. Steps resounded as the newcomer drew closer to
the captured holder. "And how is our guest?"

Ehvan's obsidian eyes traveled over to where Reven sat propped in the
corner, his hands still bound behind his back, his feet also bound.
There was dried blood on his face along with a few days growth of
facial hair now. The long strands of his blonde hair were greasy and
caked with a mixture of dirt and mood. He had definitely seen better
days.

"He's alive and learning his place." Ehvan answered.

"Is he now?" The gravel was closer and it was followed by a swift
kick to the ribs. "Not causing any trouble are you boy?"

Reven grunted as he instinctively tried to scoot away from the
direction that the kick had come from. His ribs were on fire, and
stayed that way courtesy of his captives. He remained silent to the
question. He had nothing to say to these people.

"At least you've learned to hold your tongue." A hand snatched a
fistful of hair and he forced Reven back toward him, using the locks
for his rope. "Enjoying yourself? Get comfortable, the ride ain't
over yet, sonny."

Anger rose hot inside of Reven, burning through his veins and causing
his heartbeat to thunder loudly in his ears. He clenched his teeth
together to keep himself from saying something that would earn him
more punishment.

Ehvan snickered, "How much longer do you think we'll have to watch him?"

"Til we're certain." Hot breath hissed against his ear. "Now you be
sure to do as your told, like a good canine. You know that pretty
little wife of yours? Whatever my boys have told you they'd do to
her, well, rest assured I'd be in on the action. And she's got a
pretty neck. It'd be a shame to see it marred. You behave, she stays
safe. You don't, well, we gets to have a bit of a party, the boys and
me. Keep that in mind."

Reven's lip curled into a snarl, but he still remained silent. The
thought of anyone having their hands on his wife was enough to make
him want to kill someone, specifically the voice in his ear. Who was
it? Reven thought it seemed vaguely familiar but couldn't place the
voice with anyone that he knew.

"You keep that mouth shut, do as you're told, or I'll slice that neck
right from those shoulders." With a yank, the voice jerked Reven by
his hair and kept pulling. When his hand came away, there were locks
of hair that came with it, skin clinging to the ends. Another kick
was aimed, that time at the groin, and connected without holding back.
"Keep him alive. Whether or not you keep him comfortable is up to
you." And with that, the gravel was gone, his steps echoed, then
faded away.

Crumpled on the ground on his side with his knees drawn to his chest,
Reven couldn't even hear the man's foosteps as he walked away. He was
in a world of pain, stars dancing behind his eyes as a white noise
roared in his ears, making it impossible for him to even hear. A wave
of nausea radiated from the pit of his stomach and for a horrible
moment Reven thought that he was going to throw up. **Scratch that.**
He groaned as he wretched, throwing up what meager provisions he had
in his stomach.

Ehvan watched with a laugh before turning and following the cloaked
man out, "We'll keep him alive until you send word otherwise. Now when
do me and Smokey get paid?"

"Do you doubt me?" A sneer rippled across Leaton's face as he reached
into a inside pocket and tossed a small bag. "Half now. There's more
where that came from if you do your job." And if they didn't, well,
they wouldn't live to see the light of day. "Do try to keep him
mostly in one piece. At least until we're sure we won't need him."

"Oh, of course not sir." Ehvan said quickly as he caught the small bag
of marks, and then nodded his head, sweeping the hat off of his head
with the gesture, "We'll keep 'em in one piece, sir, of course, sir."
His fingers clenched around the bag of marks in his hand, his brain
already mentally calculating the figure inside and what he would spend
it on.

"Keep me informed as to the...health of our mate." Leaton chuckled
softly to himself. He placed one foot in the stirrup of his runner,
then swept his other over to settle in the saddle. "I'll check in on
you in a few days."

Ehvan gave a little salute with one hand as the other shoved the pouch
of marks in his pocket, "Yes sir." As the boss rode away, Ehvan turned
and headed back into the little dug out. Just a few more days of baby
sitting and then they could be on their way to spending their hard
earned marks.

Last updated on the March 26th 2014

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