Post by Shira on Oct 27, 2006 9:08:59 GMT -5
((Pg-13 for violence on a child, innuendo..... ))
He could see the automatic separation of body and mind in Riemman, who was sitting on the table, legs over the side. Riemman had on a black shirt that was two sizes to big for him, as well as pants that were tied in place by a rope.
Murndrell dragged his chair over in front of him, and, leaning back in it, he put his boots up next to the now thirteen year old, being in the usual Ryder garbs. No sign of Riemman even being there was shown even though the boots made a deafening noise in the otherwise quiet room. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited.
Riemman didn't move, not even currently in his mind. He was off in the secret hiding place that no one would ever be able to find him, to hurt him like he had been.
"Have you been bonded yet?" he asked.
Two seconds later, as he had counted, the boy spoke. "No."
Another wait. Murndrell tried again. "Look at me."
Purple eyes looked at him blankly. If you ever find a child with purple eyes, his name is Saix, Faye's voice echoed in Murndrell's head. He always was Zaza's favorite.
"What is your name?"
"Riemman."
"Try again. What is your name?"
"Riemman."
"Wrong. What is the name you were born with?"
"Riemman."
Time for a different tactic. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen summers."
Knowing that he didn't have a lot of time left to 'play with the "toy"', Murndrell moved and sat next to Riemman on the table. No indication was made from the teenager.
Might as well cut to the chase before he had to leave. "Next full moon, sneak out and hide behind the willow tree out on the base of the camp, as long as you can. There are going to be five other younger children there -- make sure that they don't make any noise or you are going to get caught. What did I just say?" He asked as he felt, rather than see, Riemman come back mentally
"Next full moon, hide behind willow tree and keep myself and the other kids quiet." Riemman repeated back monotonously, but there was no way he was going to take an order and not question it. "Why?
"Faye's coming to get you," he said as his hand came up and cupped the back of Riemman's head. "I never told you that," he added as he pressed down on the vein that supplied blood to the brain.
Ten seconds later Murndrell lay Riemman down on the table, knowing that he had only a few moments before Riemman came to, and he had to do this quickly.
Murndrell drew his fist back before slamming it into his eyebrow. He loosened the teenager's rope belt and pants to they were almost falling down before making a rent in the front of his shirt. Moving him to a very suggestive bottom-in-the-air position, Murndrell plastered a very stupid, happy grin on his face as he walked over and opened the door.
Seeing the apprentice Ryders standing there, Murndrell chuckled softly. "You're right. He was good," he said as he heard Riemman come to.
He could see the automatic separation of body and mind in Riemman, who was sitting on the table, legs over the side. Riemman had on a black shirt that was two sizes to big for him, as well as pants that were tied in place by a rope.
Murndrell dragged his chair over in front of him, and, leaning back in it, he put his boots up next to the now thirteen year old, being in the usual Ryder garbs. No sign of Riemman even being there was shown even though the boots made a deafening noise in the otherwise quiet room. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited.
Riemman didn't move, not even currently in his mind. He was off in the secret hiding place that no one would ever be able to find him, to hurt him like he had been.
"Have you been bonded yet?" he asked.
Two seconds later, as he had counted, the boy spoke. "No."
Another wait. Murndrell tried again. "Look at me."
Purple eyes looked at him blankly. If you ever find a child with purple eyes, his name is Saix, Faye's voice echoed in Murndrell's head. He always was Zaza's favorite.
"What is your name?"
"Riemman."
"Try again. What is your name?"
"Riemman."
"Wrong. What is the name you were born with?"
"Riemman."
Time for a different tactic. "How old are you?"
"Thirteen summers."
Knowing that he didn't have a lot of time left to 'play with the "toy"', Murndrell moved and sat next to Riemman on the table. No indication was made from the teenager.
Might as well cut to the chase before he had to leave. "Next full moon, sneak out and hide behind the willow tree out on the base of the camp, as long as you can. There are going to be five other younger children there -- make sure that they don't make any noise or you are going to get caught. What did I just say?" He asked as he felt, rather than see, Riemman come back mentally
"Next full moon, hide behind willow tree and keep myself and the other kids quiet." Riemman repeated back monotonously, but there was no way he was going to take an order and not question it. "Why?
"Faye's coming to get you," he said as his hand came up and cupped the back of Riemman's head. "I never told you that," he added as he pressed down on the vein that supplied blood to the brain.
Ten seconds later Murndrell lay Riemman down on the table, knowing that he had only a few moments before Riemman came to, and he had to do this quickly.
Murndrell drew his fist back before slamming it into his eyebrow. He loosened the teenager's rope belt and pants to they were almost falling down before making a rent in the front of his shirt. Moving him to a very suggestive bottom-in-the-air position, Murndrell plastered a very stupid, happy grin on his face as he walked over and opened the door.
Seeing the apprentice Ryders standing there, Murndrell chuckled softly. "You're right. He was good," he said as he heard Riemman come to.