Jaden darted around the first corner he came to, intent on lengthening the distance between himself and his pursuer, and barreled right into the man that had captured Takyle. With surprising speed the man's fist connected with Jaden's face, knocking him to the floor with a powerful blow that left his ears ringing. Through the fog drifting across his vision Jaden saw Thomas come around the corner and skid to a stop above him, breathing hard.
"What the hell is going on here?" demanded the first man.
"The little son of a bitch kicked Kathleen! Get somebody down here to take care of her right away; I'll deal with him."
Jaden felt the man who had punched him move off and he forced his eyes open. Thomas bent over him.
"That was a stupid thing that you did, little buddy. I'm going to fuck you up so bad; but it won't be anything compared to what she's going to do to you."
Jaden closed his eyes.
"I had to try."
Thomas' first kick drove into Jaden's side and the second caught him in the stomach. By the third kick, aimed at the side of his head, Jaden's tenuous grasp on consciousness was mercifully slipping. His last coherent thought floated up from the depths of his mind in a ludicrously cheerful voice.
"Way to not kick a man when he's down there, Bucko!"
*****
Jaden's first thought upon waking involved his mind demanding why in the hell he was here and how could he get out while he retained his life, accompanied by overwhelming pain that seemed to radiate out from his very core in angry, pulsing waves. He forced his eyes open and winced at the bright light glaring down on him. After a moment he figured out that he was staring at a concrete ceiling. On one side of him was a concrete wall with a small vent on it about halfway down.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" chanted one half of his mind, while the other side frantically scrambled to catch up with reality.
"How long was I out? Am I back in the same cell?" He attempted to sit up and discovered that he couldn't. His arms and legs were bound to the iron bars of the pallet he was lying on and a thick leather strap was cinched tight across his waist.
"Well this can't be a good thing," his mind contributed helpfully. ~
"Ow, ow, ow, ow!" chanted one half of his mind, while the other side frantically scrambled to catch up with reality.
"How long was I out? Am I back in the same cell?" He attempted to sit up and discovered that he couldn't. His arms and legs were bound to the iron bars of the pallet he was lying on and a thick leather strap was cinched tight across his waist.
"Well this can't be a good thing," his mind contributed helpfully. ~
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