Post by Tamara "Steel Wolf" Lyell on Mar 26, 2017 2:50:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Going off these three posts in the "From Night And Into The Light" thread (Post 1, Post 2, Post 3)....)
Paso Robles County Prison - east of San Simeon
(Flashback) Although the blow didn't knock her out, it did deaden her senses a little bit, enough for her not to be able to stop him or several others who stepped out of the dense underbrush and grabbed hold of her; feeling herself get thrown back to the ground, she could feel her arms being pulled back behind her and her wrists lashed together with rope.....if her mind and senses were in full song, she would've tried to struggle, would've fought like hell to get away kicking and screaming...instead, her mind and senses felt like they were in a fog, like she was at a distance from everyone else. Looking wanly over at Mercy as she was being dragged away through the underbrush, Tamara briefly blanked out, coming back to long enough to hear what sounded like a loud gunshot and someone say loudly, "Well, that takes care of one of them damn Simeonites," before her world blanked out once more.....
(Present) "T-Tamara...wa-wake up hun....no...Nooo...stay away from me"
Hearing the words of her lover - raspy, scratchy, harsh...barely even registering in her ears - Tamara's eyes slowly - very slowly, it seemed - trying to register some sense of where she was, where they were....but when she tried to get up from the floor, she found that not only did she feel like she had the mother of all headaches pounding away at her, she couldn't bring her hands around from behind her back - something confirmed when she heard the light jingle of a chain and realized her hands, which had been bound with rope, were now pinioned with handcuffs.
Feeling waves of panic overwhelm her, she struggled to get to a sitting position so that she could see more of the room that her and Mercy had apparently been dumped into, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, it took a lot of effort - and a lot of muffled grunts, groans and curse words - to get herself into that sitting position, her back against what felt like a stone wall. Testing once more the restraints binding her, Tamara knew she wasn't getting out of them anytime soon....assuming, of course, she glumly thought, that whoever had taken her and Mercy prisoner even bothered to do so.
Almost as fast as she had that thought, she remembered a few of the lessons learned from the 21 days she'd spent years ago, back when Tamara Lyell was a warrant officer and a young Army helicopter pilot, in SERE (Survival-Evasion-Resistance-Escape) training, where her and about thirty other pilots had been placed through the closest approximation to hell on Earth that the SERE school could put them through. Looking around, she saw that they'd dumped the two of them - well, one of us, since Mercy's not with me right this moment, she thought - was a large stone room with bars in the window slats; there was a large door that she presumed opened from the outside off to one side but that was it. Think, Tamara, think....what direction did we travel in? How long did we travel? What are our captors--
Suddenly, the door opened and Tamara saw several men enter the room; seeing her sitting up, two of them rushed over and roughly grabbed her arms, jerking her up onto her feet...before she had a chance to do or say anything, one of them pulled a large hood over her head, blinding her so that she couldn't see where they were taking her.....
Paso Robles County Prison - east of San Simeon
(Flashback) Although the blow didn't knock her out, it did deaden her senses a little bit, enough for her not to be able to stop him or several others who stepped out of the dense underbrush and grabbed hold of her; feeling herself get thrown back to the ground, she could feel her arms being pulled back behind her and her wrists lashed together with rope.....if her mind and senses were in full song, she would've tried to struggle, would've fought like hell to get away kicking and screaming...instead, her mind and senses felt like they were in a fog, like she was at a distance from everyone else. Looking wanly over at Mercy as she was being dragged away through the underbrush, Tamara briefly blanked out, coming back to long enough to hear what sounded like a loud gunshot and someone say loudly, "Well, that takes care of one of them damn Simeonites," before her world blanked out once more.....
(Present) "T-Tamara...wa-wake up hun....no...Nooo...stay away from me"
Hearing the words of her lover - raspy, scratchy, harsh...barely even registering in her ears - Tamara's eyes slowly - very slowly, it seemed - trying to register some sense of where she was, where they were....but when she tried to get up from the floor, she found that not only did she feel like she had the mother of all headaches pounding away at her, she couldn't bring her hands around from behind her back - something confirmed when she heard the light jingle of a chain and realized her hands, which had been bound with rope, were now pinioned with handcuffs.
Feeling waves of panic overwhelm her, she struggled to get to a sitting position so that she could see more of the room that her and Mercy had apparently been dumped into, but with her hands cuffed behind her back, it took a lot of effort - and a lot of muffled grunts, groans and curse words - to get herself into that sitting position, her back against what felt like a stone wall. Testing once more the restraints binding her, Tamara knew she wasn't getting out of them anytime soon....assuming, of course, she glumly thought, that whoever had taken her and Mercy prisoner even bothered to do so.
Almost as fast as she had that thought, she remembered a few of the lessons learned from the 21 days she'd spent years ago, back when Tamara Lyell was a warrant officer and a young Army helicopter pilot, in SERE (Survival-Evasion-Resistance-Escape) training, where her and about thirty other pilots had been placed through the closest approximation to hell on Earth that the SERE school could put them through. Looking around, she saw that they'd dumped the two of them - well, one of us, since Mercy's not with me right this moment, she thought - was a large stone room with bars in the window slats; there was a large door that she presumed opened from the outside off to one side but that was it. Think, Tamara, think....what direction did we travel in? How long did we travel? What are our captors--
Suddenly, the door opened and Tamara saw several men enter the room; seeing her sitting up, two of them rushed over and roughly grabbed her arms, jerking her up onto her feet...before she had a chance to do or say anything, one of them pulled a large hood over her head, blinding her so that she couldn't see where they were taking her.....