.::Tender Sugar::.

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Lena Ryder

This didn't make any sense. This wasn't like the Legions at all. What was Luna after?! If she wanted to take someone captive, wouldn't it be easier to take them when they were alone? Something was making the b***h irrationally angry... But what?

Lena froze momentarily in horror as a possibility dawned on her. The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. "Sol... Earlier today, when we kissed, you remember that screech we heard? I... I think it was Luna... ********, Sol, she doesn't want Isis. She wants you."

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Lena Ryder

"Sol, what the ******** are you doing?!" hissed Lena, grabbing the smaller girl and once again shielding her with her body. "Just because they want you doesn't mean I'm ******** going to let them... HEY!!"

Lena yelled in surprise when one of the Legions grabbed her and yanked her into the huge crowd of Luna's lackeys. She struggled and cursed like a trucker, kicking and punching and biting every Legion she could reach. The result was simply that she ended up both bound and gagged. 'Well, isn't this just ********' dandy... Looks like the Most High Head b***h isn't so pleased with me, either... Dammit Sol, you'd better ******** run! I will be SO ******** pissed with you if you get caught!!'

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Lena Ryder

Several minutes later, one of the guards holding Lena pressed a walkie talkie to his ear, listened, and nodded slightly. "Affirmative. We'll leave immediately." Lena twisted around in the arms of her captors to see if Sol had been captured, but she only saw Isis. A huge rush of relief poured over her, and she almost laughed with how giddy she felt.

'Good girl, Sol... Now, just don't try anything heroic, and we'll call it a day...' Lena looked over at Isis, who was still fighting fiercely. They'd bound her twice as intricately as Lena was bound, yet somehow Isis still looked on the verge of escape. 'Damn... Well, maybe Luna will let her go. After all, I'm the one she's pissed at, not Isis.'

Maybe it was the possibility that she was about to die, but suddenly the whole situation seemed hilarious to Lena. It was like kindergarten all over again. One girl had left a toy on the playground, claiming she didn't want it. She'd seen another girl playing with it, and suddenly all sense of ownership came rushing back.

Sol wasn't a toy, of course, but the absurd analogy fit better than anything else she could come up with at the moment. 'Hmm... Wonder what the standard punishment is for making out with the dictator's ex?' Lena had no idea where the Legions were taking her and Isis. She'd never really hung out anywhere except Tender Sugar and the immediate surrounding area. 'At least now Honey will get a chance to pick up the pieces... Aw, s**t, I hope nobody died...'

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Jennifer Owens

The bar was in worse shape than Jennifer had ever seen it. The stage was smashed up and decorations broken and scattered about. Pretty much all the glasses over the bar were shattered thanks to all the gunfire. Chairs and tables overturned. Wounded people everywhere. It was horrible.

Honey wasn't there to take charge. Poor Valtiel was holding Drew's body, his eyes dead, rocking back and forth. She had a feeling he wouldn't be moving anytime soon. Sol was nowhere in sight. Jennifer sighed in frustration. 'Well, somebody's got to do something...'

She put two fingers in her mouth and whistled loud enough to deafen everybody in the place. "Okay, people!" she shouted as soon as there was relative quiet in the bar. "Those of you whose legs are still functioning, gather in the middle of the room!" She pointed at a couple guards and directed them to collect everyone in the bar they could find.

"We're going to do a roll call, everyone, so shut the hell up. When I call your name, step off to the side. If I call your name and you're injured, just yell out 'here' or moan or something until I acknowledge you. Once everyone's accounted for, we'll start cleaning up and fixing up the wounded." With that, Jennifer stood back and waited for the guards to gather everyone.

Once they had herded everybody into the same general area, Jennifer picked up a pad of paper and pencil from behind the bar and began to call out names of those she knew. Her heart sank to her feet when she discovered that Isis wasn't there. Neither was Lena, that new guard... Several other guards were missing as well, and random patrons. A few were dead, like Drew. Sol was there, but Jennifer was kind of getting into the groove of being in command, so she didn't offer to let the guard take over.

"Damn... Okay, so those of you with use of your limbs, get blankets from that closet over there, lay them out on any level surface you can find, and start making the wounded as comfortable as possible. We'll take care of them according to severity. Move, people, I don't want this place looking like complete hell when Honey gets back!" To her complete astonishment, the people began to obey. Within minutes, the wounded were on their way to being less wounded.

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Lena Ryder

In the amount of time that Lena had been in Giza, she had never been anywhere near the Spinalogy Temple. It hadn't seemed important, and she'd had no desire to see the sacrificial altars at the top of the enormous staircase looking down into the courtyard. But now, of course, she had no choice.

It was beautiful, in a barbaric way. Lena had to wonder where Luna had gotten all the materials for this place; the altars were all made of solid gold, the stones perfect white marble. Then again, Lena had seen the poverty in the non-Spinatologist areas of Giza... Obviously, the wealth was not distributed evenly in the city.

Lena and her fellow captives were dragged into the depths of the Temple. She noticed it getting cooler and more damp as they were marched further down, underground, to Luna's inner sanctum. 'Geez, no wonder the rebels have had a hard time killing this b***h... She hides well...'

"Miss Luna, the prisoners you requested are here," Lena heard one of the Legions say as the captives were all shoved forward to be examined.

 

[Dreaming_Drifter]

Lena Ryder

Lena watched in outrage as the other captives were carried off to be sacrificed, and shook with the feeling when Isis was caged, but knew she was in no position to help them. Struggling, though satisfying, would only use up her strength, which she would certainly need.

She wished she could spit on Luna, but the Legions hadn't removed either her bindings or her gag, so that proved impossible. So she did the one thing she could that had a possibility of pissing Luna off; she laughed through her gag. 'Like I'm gonna let a b***h like you intimidate or humiliate me... Pathetic c**t.'