Hey-oh!!! Here's me chapter! I have been writing like non-stop almost since Saturday...hahaha...between this and the short story I wrote for the blog...oh which by the way the blogs over here now... www.sisters-three.com

Enjoy folks!!!

Jaidie

Peter stared up at the buck tears coursing down his face.

“You!” The buck said again his eyes narrowed into slits as he stepped forward and pointed to the nasty scar on his face. “You did this to me! You made me hideous!”

Peter swallowed the lump in his throat. “And you helped kill my…my…” Peter choked on his words but managed to sob out, “family.”

The buck backhanded Peter in the face then said, with venom in his voice, “Your family deserved to die if you ask me, they didn’t deserve the quickness of their deaths.

Peter looked down as more tears ran down his cheeks. The buck grabbed his face and jerked Peter to face him as he said, “Now I’m going to make you pay for what you did to me!”

Daggler grinned beside the buck, Tyse struggled to get free of his chains as he yelled.

“Daggler ya can’t do this he is only a lad!”

Daggler glared at Tyse. “I think I get to decide what is right or wrong in here, Freeheart.”

Tyse glared at Daggler his jaw set. “Daggler, please, don’t hurt the lad, he’s so young. He is but a child.”

Daggler balled his fist then said, “Would someone just gag this buck he is getting on my nerves.”

One of the guards nodded before gagging Tyse who glared daggers at Daggler’s back, Daggler ignored Tyse as he looked to the buck and smiled. “Well, he is all yours Zyn.”

Peter’s heart sank even lower. So, this buck was Captain Zyn, Daggler had said Zyn was looking forward to him. He couldn’t imagine what this cruel buck had had in mind for him, but now that Zyn knew who he was what would he do to him just for revenge.

Peter glanced back at Tyse who was staring at him with a look of pity in his eyes The guards jerked on Peter’s arms forcing him to walk. He wanted to struggle, to scream and kick, to fight back but he couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted too he couldn’t make himself move. They stopped near the blacksmith-like area and Captain Zyn turned to Peter with an evil grin.

“Time for revenge!”

Peter felt himself begin to tremble as Captain Zyn led the guards to a small table with a chain in the middle.

“Here,” he said, “put the chain around his…” Captain Zyn paused then looked down at Peter’s bad wrist and smiled, “left wrist. I’ll be back shortly.”

The guards nodded and Captain Zyn walked back toward the blacksmith area. One of the guards grabbed Peter’s left wrist and held it down on the table as he wrapped the chain around it. The chain was short and forced Peter to lean over the table, his arm straight out. The other guard still held his right arm. The first guard began to unwrap the straps around his wrist.

Peter’s eyes widened. “No please, don’t. You can’t take those off, please, I…my wrist is weak. I need them!”

The guard looked at him for a moment then continued to unwrap the straps. When he was done, he threw the straps aside. Peter gasped as his bones shifted, pain shot up his arm. He clenched his teeth. The guard didn’t seem to notice he was in pain and if he did, he obviously didn’t care as he rolled Peter’s sleeve up to his elbow.

Daggler came over smiling wide. “This is going to be fun to watch,” he said tapping Peter’s wrist.

Peter inhaled. “Ahh.”

Daggler chuckled then walked to the wall and leaned against it crossing his arms.

Captain Zyn came over with an iron rod in his hand. The end of the rod was a circle with an ‘M’ inside, the end was almost white with heat. Peter couldn’t control his fear he started struggling against the guard and chain around his wrist. He yelled and kicked.

Captain Zyn smiled as he said, “Hold him down!”

The guard holding him nodded and twisted his right arm pinning it to Peter’s back, but Peter didn’t stop. The other guard came over and pushed Peter down, forcing his head onto the table. The guard held him like that his elbow jabbing into the back of his neck. Peter felt tears streaking down his cheeks as he felt the iron rods heat on his face.

Captain Zyn nodded at the guards. “Good job, now keep him still,” he said then grinned at Peter. “Don’t worry this will only hurt for…” he stopped and smiled wider, “a long time.”

Captain Zyn laid the iron rod on Peter’s wrist then pressed it down. Peter screamed and struggled as pain ripped through his arm. He felt the heat burn his fur and sear his flesh but he also felt his bones move. More screams escaped his mouth until finally, Captain Zyn removed the iron.

Peter relaxed a little, sweat dripped from his brow and his breath came in short heavy gasps. Daggler was smiling from ear to ear as Captain Zyn put the iron back in the forge, but he grabbed another one and put it close to Peter’s face.

“Now it’s time for me to make you hideous!”

Peter closed his eyes but before the iron could touch his face he heard a yell. “That’s enough Daggler!”

Peter opened his eyes and saw Tyse standing there, he was breathing hard and his wrists were bleeding but he stood tall and in his hands was a beautiful, long, two-edged sword.

Daggler seemed shocked to see him free and looked over at the set of chains Tyse had been in. They lay limply on the ground. Daggler growled. “How did you get out!?”

Tyse smiled weakly. “Well, I would tell ya but it’s a secret, now let the lad go.”

Daggler sneered. “Never! Guards get him!”

The guards let go of Peter and turned to face Tyse, drawing their swords. The fight went by in a blur but when it was over the two guards lay dead on the floor.

Peter’s mouth fell open as he stared at Tyse who now stood in attack position. Captain Zyn dropped the iron rod and grabbed a long knife off the wall and with a curse he attacked Tyse who blocked his blow with ease. Captain Zyn yelled in rage and struck out again.

Tyse countered the strike and kicked Zyn in the gut. Zyn fell back but didn’t get up. Tyse turned to fight Daggler but the coward was already gone. Tyse nodded and sheathed the sword before running to Peter. When he reached him, he immediately went to work unlocking the chain around Peter’s wrist.

Peter stared at him in amazement. “How…” he started to ask but Tyse finished and quickly told him they needed to go.

“Daggler has probably already told Winslow, we have no time for questions. Can you run?”

Peter winced as he held his injured wrist to his chest. “Maybe,” he said as he took a step forward but moving sent a bolt of pain through his wrist, he screamed and fell forward.

Tyse caught him and slowly picked him up. “It’s okay, I’ve got ya.”

Peter nodded slightly before blacking out, so much pain, maybe when he woke it wouldn’t hurt so much.