Dragonlance Fan Fiction ❯ TIme and Tale ❯ A Close Call ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

 

Ch. 2: A Close Call

 

Authors note: I do not own DragonLance. Please don't sue.

 

There was a knock at the door at about three a.m. on Daniel and Sara Gaylord's door. Mr. Gaylord rushed to the door, quickly throwing it open. Standing outside the door was an officer with a very stern, yet solemn look on his face.

“Mr. Gaylord?” said the officer.

“Yes” said Mr. Gaylord anxiously.

“We found your daughter's car in the woods on Kriplin Road.” The officer breathed, “Has your daughter expressed any problems she's been having lately?”

Mr. Gaylord shook his head vehemently. “No. She is very well liked, and she would have told me if she had any problems at school.”

The police officer raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Are you sure? Sometimes kids try to keep their personal problems from their families.”

Mr. Gaylord replied, “You don't know my daughter. She wouldn't hide something like that from us.”

“Of course sir. We'll do everything we can to find your daughter.”

“Thank you”

 

Lauren awoke with a start, when she felt the cold splash of icy water on her face.

“Wake up wench” said a rough sounding voice. Lauren looked up to see a towering, well-built man standing over her. He had long brown greasy hair, biddy green eyes, and tan leathery skin. “I said wake up!” Lauren's eyes widened in terror, as his big hand came down to painfully grip her shoulders. He then brutally pulled her to her feet.

“What's going on?” Lauren looked around frightened and shaking.

The ugly man laughed. “It appears, my dear that you are to be our new servant girl. It seems that we broke our previous one.” This remark was followed by roars of laughter from the other men, which sent chills down Lauren's spine.

One of the men grabbed her arm, and then whispered, “Be smart, as long as you do what they say, no harm will come to you.”

“Who are you?” Lauren whispered fearfully.

The man looked at her with pity. “My dear, we are the Sari Bandits. And you are our prisoner.”

Lauren's eyes filled with terror as they tied her hands up and threw her onto the back on one of the men's horse.

 

They traveled for what seemed like days. Lauren was usually unconscious most of the time. When she finally awoke, she found herself tied to a wooden pole. She looked down to see that her new red dress was torn, and was barely hanging on her by a strap. She had dirt, cuts, and bruises covering her body. She stood there too dazed to think, until the sound of rusting in, what she now realized was a tent, caught her attention. “Why are you doing this?” she pleaded to the other person.

“Huh? Oh it's you.” He said. “What do you want?”

Lauren looked at him dumbfounded. What did he think she wanted? “Please let me go.” She pleaded.

The man sneered at her. “What do you take me for, woman?” He eyed her coolly, and then a sudden leer appeared on his face. “Or perhaps your ropes are too tight. Mighten you be grateful to me for relieving you of them?” He bent down to his boot, slid his hand in and slowly pulled out knife.

It was a cruel looking blade. Crooked and long, it gleamed as he brought it to his face. He smiled sadistically as he slid the flat of the blade down his bearded cheek. He stood and walked over to where Lauren was tied. When he stood in front of Lauren, he looked down at her with a smile that was meant to tell her that he was powerful and she was nothing.

Lauren gagged, as he towered over her. She knew what he was planning to do to her, and she knew that there was nothing that she could do to stop him. “Please don't…” He laughed cruelly as he dropped to his knees and pulled her under him. “No” Lauren stared at her tormenter in horror of what he was about to do, she gagged a second time feeling bile fill her mouth. She vomited. The man looked down at her in disgust. “Don't hurt me!!!” She shrieked at the top of her lungs.

“Harker! Get out here now!” The command came, as if it were an answer from heaven to her pitiful pleas.

The man harrumphed annoyed at the interruption, but pulled himself off of her and rose to his feet. He looked down at her disappointedly. “Maybe next time” he said it so casually, like he was rescheduling a date. He put his knife back into his belt, turned around, and walked out of the tent. Lauren breathed a sigh of relief, once she was certain that he was gone. She then pulled her knees up to her chin and began to sob.