Thread: Behind the Mask FoxWriter/HellRazor

As the girl talked, Kalibar rummaged with his freehand in the bag at his side, fingers dexterously seeking what he needed. His eyes narrowed at the mention of someone assaulting the young woman, feeling a hint of bile rise in the back of his throat. Yes, she was a Merchant and had been given everything she wished since her birth, and if talk was to be believed she was as spoiled as they came. To people like her, himself and those he knew were nothing but bugs to be played with or squashed, often times both. But there was a line one did not cross to a helpless creature seemingly near death. It was not so much sympathy for her as it was revulsion for a man without principles. Im sorry, he murmured softly, not sure why. His mind was simply on the task of keeping her calm considering she looked on the ragged edge of death. Fingers latched on to the wooden box he was seeking just as he felt the woman fall limp, moving so she simply draped over his shoulder. With as much care as he could one handed, he laid her down in the cart among the bobbles the men hed killed Once she was settled, he pulled out the hinged rectangular box and popped it open to reveal a large, glass needle full with a yellowish liquid. Ripping a larger whole in her sleeve, he pushed the thick needle into her arm and pushed down the plunger, a high squelch coming from the glass as it unloaded the contents into her veins. Placing the needle back in the box, he tossed it into his back and pulled out what looked like a small blunderbuss, pointing it into the air. Pulling the trigger, it let out a sharp crack and a ball of light burst up into the air, busting into 8 smaller ones that shot out in a wide arc. Pulling himself up into the cart, Kalibar drew a knife from the back of his belt to draw it along the dress of the woman lying before him. It made short work of the material and he then moved onto the corset, the ties giving him a little more trouble but he finally sliced her out. She was left in her ample undergarments just as a black cart raced through the field from the main road. Three bodies poured out of the confines of the darkened interior clad in respectable clothes, each covered with an apron. They moved to him and practically pushed him out of the way as they took over care. House Merklynn may have had the market on doctors, hospitals and alchemist, they were a fickle lot and a few always got exiled from the house every year. They were quickly snapped up by every black market and underground gild that could bring them into the fold. Hed made sure the people he was working for secured a good team hed known and could trust would be quiet. Mr. Braxe, the one doctor said, looking up at him. Weve set her hands in poultice cast to clean the wounds and help the heeling but some of this work we cant do here. Did you give her the injection? Yes, he said, his voice cold and quiet. Then I think we need to get her to the backup location immediately. The urgency in his voice didnt change Kalibars calm exterior one bit. With a simple nod, they moved as quickly as they could to get her into the coach without exacerbating her injuries. The ride was unnecessary long as they had to put as much distance as they could from the crash without leaving a track that could be followed. The hired gun sat near the womans head to keep an eye on her in case she woke up, not wanting her to go crazy with fear. The sun had moved a considerable amount by the time they arrived at the small farm settled way back in a strip of forest. The doctors and nurse took the woman inside while Kalibar spoke with the driver, finally sending him off with a mission to bring stuff back. They had the young woman laid out on the bed, bandaged all over, the dank stink of medical poultices and tinctures filled the room. More medicine was injected and the nurse tried to coax water down the unconscious girls throat. I think she was very luck, the one doctor said, approaching him. Lots of lacerations, torn muscles and ligaments. The back is even worrisome, I had a brace put on just in case, but I think she should recover. He shrugged without looking at the man. I mean, shell have scars but that will probably be the least of her concerns. The implication of what the man had in store for the merchant girl hung heavy between them but he had no clue the true nature of what he was doing. Soon, he was left alone as the driver took the doctors away and leaving him with a few days worth of supplies.