Pieces of Power (PG-17)

Writers: Heather
Date Posted: 21st April 2014
Series: The Price of Power

Characters: Reven, Leaton, Ehvan
Description: Leaton takes a part of Reven to send to Arippa
Location: Green Valley Hold
Date: month 6, day 2 of Turn 7
Notes: There's a little blood and stuff in this post but not enough to
be NC17 I don't think, so, just a heads up ;)
Notes: Continuing the "Power" series
Rating: PG-17

Reven

Reven was barely conscious when the blurry sight of Ehvan coming
toward him with a blind fold greeted him. **Not again.** He thought,
but did not struggle as the cloth was tied tightly around his eyes and
head. Whenever he was blindfolded something horrible usually happened.
Last time it had been the visit of the gravely-voiced man. Reven
wondered if that man, who had seemed to be the leader, was coming back
for another visit? He tried to keep his mind busy, to not let himself
lose hope, and so he constantly thought threw escape plans and
attempts, and tried to use what he knew of Smokey and Ehvan to help.

So far no attempts at escape had been given, and Reven was having a
hard time finding a chink in the way that Smokey and Ehvan performed
their duties. It gave him the eerie, but definite, feeling that he was
not the first prisoner that had been held in this earthen dugout.

When the door open, Reven eagerly inhaled the burst of fresh cool air
that rushed in. The sweet smell of night met him, and the smell of
something else. It was the sweet, grassy smell of alfalfa. As a
farmercrafter, Reven knew that that Green Valley had no alfalfa,
domesticated or wild, growing in the area. The only exposure Reven had
ever had to the plant had been when he was living in Red Rush. **That
must be where we are.** Reven thought, the connection giving him a
little seed of hope.

The door slammed, choking the tang of fresh air and stirring up the
choking, heavy atmosphere of the prison in which Reven was kept. The
footsteps that had pounded through remained silent for a moment, then
stomped closer. Their approach was followed by a swift kick, an
effective way of rolling the prisoner over. "Looks like I need to
give them a little something to indicate you've been chopped into
bits." The voice was low, rough, muffled slightly by what must be
cloth over his mouth - most likely to help ward off the distinctive
stench that permeated the room. "It's your lucky day."

There was more movement as two others who had entered with the first
took position on top of Reven, pinning him to the floor. "Now just
hold still. You won't really miss this."

So far Reven had been saving his strength toward his final goal-
escape. When the words "chopped" and "hold still" came out, however,
Reven kicked out, nailing one of his captor's in the chin. Blindly he
flailed with his arms, grabbing, pulling, throwing- anything to get
away from the men. He had no idea what they were planning on cutting
off but he had no intentions of going down without a fight.

Grunts were followed by blows, then the pressure of bodies pinning him
down. They were followed by pain searing through his hand as a knife
sliced carelessly at his pinky. The man did not stop until the
appendage separated and he plopped it into a bag. "There now, that
wasn't so bad. We'll see where this gets us." If plan A didn't work,
he had, at least, a plan B.

Reven couldn't even strangle out a cry as wave, after nauseating wave
of pain washed over him. His hand trembled, twitching as blood ran
warmly down his palm cascading in ribbons down his forearms.

He couldn't believe it. He had known that his treatment might get
worst, but Faranth, he would rather be bludgeoned to death than to
have his digits removed piece by piece.

Ehvan, whose eye was beginning to swell from where he'd gotten struck
when Reven had been flailing about, pulled a rag out and tied it
around the uneven stump that had been left behind on the holder's hand
from the crude sawing of the digit, "Let us know if you need any
more." He told the hooded man.

"We might. Clean yourself up, I brought you both drinks." The man
who had just lost a finger was ignored, now that the stranger had what
he wanted. "I'll check with you in a day or two."

"Thanks boss." Ehvan would be glad when this particular job was over.
He was tired of living in a hole carved into the side of a hill. His
eyes glanced over to their prisoner, who now looked to be unconscious.
**Passed out probably.**

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