Lang looked up from his work when Cheyenne walked into the shop, with him taking a small break to see her off. True, it would only be for a couple of days and nights, but he would miss her form sleeping beside him, sure it would be the same for her. He had declined her invite to come along, as he got that strong " get the job done" ethic from working closely with her.


He hugged her back, with a brush of his lips against her, as he smiled down at her, making that promise they would talk each night. One last kiss, before walking with her to the door, then leaned against it..watching her slip inside, to head off to spend time with Troy and his family.


Once she had left, he looked down a moment, getting that odd feeling, before shaking his head, then turned back to get that large order out. Little..did either of them know, that after this day...nothing would be the same, for either of them.

((Author's Note: Some adult language included.))

The other two men that had come up the back of the carriage were now climbing up and over the carriage's roof. Two rather large and gruff hands yanked the tail of the woman's trench coat roughly, bringing her vaulting form, slamming against the side of the carriage, knocking one of the daggers from her grip.

She yelped in pain when her body hit the sturdy carriage, growling when her dagger fell to the dusty trail. "Sonofabitch." She was struggling to get up but there were so many of them now. What the fuck? Her vision was clouding over ... there were hands around her throat. She tried to kick out, but her legs...there was pressure on her legs. Someone was holding something over her nose and mouth. She was struggling to breathe. Struggling to fight them off of her. How many were there. She'd seen three men. Voices, so many voices. Where did the rest come from?

"Hurry up and put that crap over her nose man. She's as strong as a herd of oxen."

"That's why the boss sent all of us. She's hell to be reckoned with."

"Well quit yapping and hurry the hell up before that guy wakes up or someone else comes by." The smallest of the men was looking frantically around. He was sent to make sure everything went smoothly. Sent to make sure no one else was...injured bodily in the woman's capture.

"I am but she's fightin it."

"How can she fight it. There is four of you on her."

"It should have knocked her ass cold by now."

Her eyes shut. No no, open your eyes...so...sleepy. Can't be sleepy just woke up. She tried to shake her head but her body was so heavy, even the mere slight shift of her head she'd managed sent her spinning and falling...down...down...nothing but blackness...murmurs. Voices so distant now...can't move...can't fight.

"Finally."

"Get her up and get her shit. Clean it up right. Lets get the hell out of here."

((Author's Note: Some adult language included.))

Where...where am I?

My head...oh god it hurts.

Why ... why is my body so heavy.

Am..am I dead?

"She's coming around!" He shifted beside her, holding her head up. Usually with that amount of induced methyl trichloride, she was most likely to throw up everywhere and he didn't want that on him.

"We're almost there. Five minutes tops." The driver called out.

Murmurs...

I can't make sense of what they're saying. Oh god my stomach is killing me. My body....why is my body still so heavy.

Slowly, ever so slowly the Rogue opened her eyes. The world spun several times before finally settling on semblance of a steady vision. The roof of a car. It was moving so fast. Bodies...there were bodies near her. She could feel the heat, smell their scent. "Uhhhh." She tried to talk more. Tried to get up but she couldn't.

"Stay still. Try anything and I'll put you out again." His voice was gruff, but he still supported her head, almost gently. With that amount of crap in her system, he doubt she could try much. Plus he'd made sure to triple knot the ropes tied around her wrists and feet. Boss said not to take chances with her and he sure the hell wasn't about to.

She groaned. Trying to focus on his face, but it was still to blurry.

Ok, I'm not dead. Who the hell is this guy. How...where are they taking me?

She licked her rather dry lips. The world started to spin again. She tried to swallow and it was like trying to swallow around a dry sponge.

"Man hurry up, she's coming around pretty quick like...I think."

"Gates are opening now. Get the blindfold on her." He turned the car into the gate and to the right.

She tried to shake her head furiously, but managed only to let her head fall limply to the side. She felt the blindfold slip over her eyes. Felt herself being pulled out of the car. Whoever was carrying her hefted her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. Someone was touching her...

Cold fingers lifted her chin. The eyes that she could not see were a piercing green and he seemed to be looking through that blindfold...looking for those blue eyes he knew laid beneath. He smirked. He would say nothing before that hand she would never see came down roughly across her cheek and mouth.

She winced at the hit, but she wouldn't groan, wouldn't make a sound. She tasted the blood in her mouth. She was helpless...

Then he finally spoke. She couldn't pinpoint the accent, but it was thick. "Brin'it 'side. Tie'er up'n m'sure she b'bound goo'n tight." He was wiping his hands with a cloth, watching the helpless woman being carried away.

Upon delivering all the orders, Lang would head back to the Estates, still no clue that Cheyenne was in the hands of his former employer. He'd slip inside, before heading to the kitchen, fixing himself a small dinner, then sat down at the table..eating by himself.


Once he finished, he'd wash the few dishes before heading upstairs, whipping out his cell phone along the way. He hummed to himself, as he punched in the numbers to her cell phone, before lifting it to her ear. He would carefully remove his coat along the way, then tossed it on the bed.


Ring...ring....ring..ring


He'd let it ring a few more times, before hanging up. It wasn't like her not to answer the phone, as he started to pace the room now, then punched in Troy's number. After a few rings...Troy picked up.

" Lang? " Troy was just making sure who he was talking to.

" Hey..have you seen Cheyenne? I just called her and didn't get an answer... " A soft touch of worry in his voice, that got Troy to smile, very faintly..more because of the bad news..


" Nah man...haven't seen her yet...she should of been here hours ago...You think we should go look for her?.....Scratch that...I'll look around town here...and you do the same there...I'll call up Drew and let him know.. " Knowing Lang would agree with that...Troy hung up and called Drew..informing him of the situation.


Once he got off the phone with Troy, he slipped his coat back on and heading back out, before coming to a stop to seeing the carriage driver racing up the driveway. He just froze to seeing this sight...already having the gut feeling..something bad had happened.


- He quickly shook that feeling off, as marched towards the poor driver..as he was fumbling with his words. " Sir.....miss...miss " The poor elder man was shaking...before Lang gripped him by the shirt collar, easily lifting him off the ground.


" Where is she? " A faint hint of fire started to appear in Lang's eyes, as he glared at the poor male...before he finally whimpered it out.

" We were....attacked by thieves! They knocked me out and kidnapped her!...They heading towards the town we were headed to! " Cried the old man, before getting flung hard into the side of the carriage, knocking the poor guy out, as Lang took off running towards his car.



" Hold on baby..I'm on my way... "

Once Lang had gotten into his car, he peeled out as he backed up...sure..Chey would yell at him if she had been there, as he snapped that car around, followed by him peeling out the driveway. It was safe to say he was pissed off. He only had a few clues to go on..that being direction..and a rough guess on whom done this.


" Damn it..never expected that slimely little fucker would find me. " Grumbling to himself as he headed towards the direction Chey had last been seen. As he drove, it came to him on where to go, yet..that place was known for it's mob style runnings.


" Fuck..I'll either die..or those assholes will turn me in..Either way..I can't leave her to face this... " It took him less than half an hour to get there, seeing how he was driving like a speed demon, before pulling into town...Just by the sight of that car alone..he knew word would get around.


He'd park the car in a dark alley way, before starting to gear up for this suicide misson, to save Cheyenne...as well as eliminate these assholes. Once ready..he slipped out of the car, and started to head in a direction that would keep him, out of sight...only for the world to go dark around him.


" Look at what I caught.. " Snickered the large male as he picked Lang's form over his shoulder, then started down that same path, while bringing up a phone up. " Boss...got'em..bringing him in now. ' And with that...Lang's former boss...had to hostages to torture.

((Author's Note: Some adult language included.))

Got to stay strong...

Got to stay alert...but goddamn this hurts.

Got to find a way out of these damn ropes.

"Still trin'to b'tuff? S'no goo'fo'ya. Gun m'ya brik'chet. Till m'Cher whir'b'he?" He was walking, slow circles around the woman and the man in charge of her education. Careful to step away when the blows were hit, so as not to get any fluids on him.

The bigger man gripped the hair at the base of her neck again, pulling her roughly back. Causing her body to arch against the ropes holding her, stretching that sore and tender right side that held those broken ribs. She bit back the scream, fought the blinding pain that raced through her body. "FUCK!" She counted back from ten, slowly...recomposing her breathing. She had to fight the only way she could now...had to. "Dun..dunno whatcha talkin' bout. He who?" Firelit ice blues stared up at the ceiling, swallowing harshly.

God this fuckin hurts.

Another curt nod by the smaller, frailer looking man to the big man was exchanged.

The bigger man looked down towards the Rogue, smirking. He gripped her hair even tighter, forcing her body to bend more, stretching her torso.

That pain, blindingly painful shot through her body. She couldn't break, but she did let out a healthy yelp...or mebbe unhealthy at this point. Before several more buckets of freezing water were tossed over her person. She blinked, rapidly, yelping again. "Dunno who ya talkin' bout. He who? See alotta he's in my line of work ya dumb ass." She gritted her teeth, and the words were huffed out painfully.

He made a "tsking" sound and stopped his movements, staring at the woman. She was hard to break, he'd give her that. Most women that laid claim to this line of work, would have broken long before this. "Ya'b'brave un'Cher, gi'ya'thet much. He Cher, Lang. M'boy thet'b'steppin out da deal. Best of'em til'he b'sint fer ya. Den dunno." He shrugged looking to her.

Lang...Lang...She closed her eyes. "Dunno who the hell or what the fuck a Lang is, but I ain't nevah heard of him. Ya got the wrong girl." Gritting her teeth against the biting pain. She had to hold on, had to find a way out of this.

He shook his head. "Shame Cher, din'wanna hava b'so ruff wit'ya. Ya b'leavin m'no choyse." Another series of nods and slight hand motions to the men surrounding her, and he turned and headed back out the steel doors. Leaving the stubborn Rogue to his thugs. Hoping for her own good that they could manage to break her before the next step had to be taken.

((Author's Note: Some adult language included.))

What did he mean by that?

Where was he going?

Her head was still held roughly to force her to look to the ceiling, one man held her firmly in that position. And then it happened, in such a quick rush she didn't even have time to brace herself. Fists were hitting here from every angle. All over her body. How many were hitting her? She felt the crack of the whip against her flesh, against the leather, cutting through it. She felt the punches. To her face, her torso...everywhere. She groaned and yelped at the pain. Gritting her teeth and trying to envision herself somewhere else while they beat her body. But it was not working that well...she felt every painful blow to her body.

Oh god, they're gonna kill me. I can't give Lang up. I won't.

She felt someone straddle her lap. She tried to struggle against him, but couldn't as the beating kept coming. Cold water...freezing cold water splashed over her...over them that were near her too. Her body shivered. So blinding cold. She felt the hands around her throat, squeezing the breath from her very lungs...the lights above started to blur into one big blur of snowy white. She was gasping for breath now. She was going to die...Suddenly he stopped strangling her. She sputtered, coughed and breathed in to quickly causing a wave of nausea to force it's way up, but she choked it down, spitting blood out once more.

"Dun kill her ya idiot. Boss just wants her beat up bad. Careful how long ya do it for next time man. We kill her, we're as good as dead with her. Plus, the next phase is the funnest of them all." He loosened his grip on her hair a bit before roughly pulling it again, causing her body to arch again.

She groaned, flashes of light.

When are they goin to stop...can't ... can't take much more.

Another fist connected with her jaw...a hand slapped her across her face. Kicking..they were kicking her now. She screamed as they kicked that already tender right side.

Wh..what the hell?

One of them had gripped her by the collar of the trench...she felt the cool unmistakable steel of a blade...cutting her shirt open, revealing more of her flesh. She felt them cutting her...cutting her skin. Across her left ribcage, her collar bone, her stomach, her breasts. Not enough to make her bleed out and die, but enough to cause extraordinary pain and enough blood loss to make her feel as if she was going to pass out. The cut across the already bruised and swollen flesh of her right side caused her to scream out in pain again, hearing her own screams echoing in the building.

Oh god...please...please stop.

"Enough! We been at it for awhile now. Lets get some grub. Hungry as a horde of elephants." He shoved her head roughly down towards her chest. Releasing her from that captive hold, but the ropes would still hold her.

And then ... there was nothing but darkness...

((Author's Note: Some adult language included.))

"Get up bitch" He threw the bucket of ice cold water over her face and body.

Two more buckets of the freezing water were thrown on her body and she bobbed her head a bit, coming back from the darkness that had claimed her.

Still alive...still going to fight...can't break.

She heard their footsteps, that was the only way she knew how many were in the room with her...four now, less than usual. Where were the others?

"So ya stil b'sayin det'ya dun'kno Lang Cher?" He ran his fingertips over her bruised cheek, admiring the work his thugs had accomplished at his command.

She winced and pulled away the best she could from that caress. "Dunno who ya talkin bout. Nevah met a Lang before." Every word was as painful as the next. Slightly mumbled due to her current condition. Her lip was swollen, making it hard to speak clearly, her jaw so painful with each movement. She tried to open her eyes, but couldn't. The right was swollen shut, the left close to follow.

His fingertips kept caressing her swollen and bruised face, traveling down her torso, over the bruising, welts and cuts there. A cold smirk on his face that she couldn't not zone in on. "A piti Cher, ya leavin' m'no choyse." His fingertips left her body and his right fist connected solidly to her mouth once more. Blood flew from her mouth to the ground. He gave a nod to his thugs and they moved in on her.

She had never even sensed it coming, she was way off key. She yelped at the hit, blinking as best that she could against the pain. The world was spinning. Focus...she had to focus...three three two one two one...they were moving towards her...what are they going to do now? She heard the all to familiar hiss of blades being unsheathed...

They're gonna kill me...at least Lang will be safe...for now...but he'll know I nevah gave him up. Come death, come quickly an sweetly to me.

Her clothes were already tattered remnants of much of nothing. She thought that they were going to kill her now, and she welcomed it, with open arms she awaited it's breathtaking kiss, but death is not what they brought to her no...not yet...she wouldn't be that lucky.

The men circled her, closing in on her. Their blades drawn...and all at once they started to slash wildly at her skin. Careful not to go deeper than needed, only one or two layers through were the cuts.

She screamed out as the blades cut her, up and down her arms, legs...neck, chest, breasts...the only part of her body that was left untouched was her backside...for now. She heard her screams echoing through the room, her repeated cries of pain...She heard the laughter...cold and empty. She felt the blood trickling out from the cuts all over her body...warm, wet and sticky. She smelled it...rusty ... coppery.

Let me die, one of ya cut me the damn wrong way, lemme bleed out, just fuckin kill me.

"Git da'sal now."

Her mind was slowing down...she was trying to keep up with them. The pain was just to much...all to much all at once. She heard two of the men backing off of her but the third, didn't move...instead she was forced to scream out again, coughing and sputtering for breath while he started his brutal assault on her again...he was wearing the brass knuckle again, hitting her sides, face and stomach. She felt the crack, another rib broken or fractured...what did it matter, she was helpless...she was going to die by their hands...eventually. Her screams filled the room, and then he stopped. For those few seconds suspended in time she thought it was over but it wasn't...

She felt them pulling back the pieces of clothing she had left. Their hands were caressing her, rubbing over her body...what was that? Rough..granulated...sand? Were they rubbing sand into her cuts? It took that split second to register as the salt worked it's way into her cuts, deeper and deeper...she blinked and then she screamed as loud as she could, over and over and over and over again...the searing pain was as horrible than anything she'd ever encountered so far. She couldn't see straight, she couldn't think straight, all she could do was scream and scream...It seemed like hours upon hours passed as they continued this torture and then finally her body fell completely limp and lifeless against those ropes...

((Author's Note: Adult language included.))

"I think we killed her."

"Dude we're dead if we killed her."

"Check her pulse, she can't be dead."

"I can't find her pulse. I can't fucking find a pulse. She's dead."

The thugs were trying to figure out what to tell their boss. How to save their own asses, but it would be useless, justice was outside the door...and then that door flew open.

Come child, it is your time...come home to us.

Oh an Angel...is that an Angel? Mother?

Come child, it is your time...walk into the light.

I am so sorry Lang...Take me home Mother...take me away from the pain.

Her head had fallen forward, chin nearly touching her collarbone. Her body limp, lifeless....at first glance to any who would glance at her body...the Rogue was dead...again. Cold she was to the touch...death was caressing her body, beckoning her. The only signs of life was the ever so faint rise and jagged fall of her chest and the faint butterfly pulse beneath the blood crusted wrists and neck. Her life was slipping from her, slipping so very quickly from her...she hadn't even been aware of Lang's Demon form entering the room ... hadn't even realized the beating had stopped...hadn't realized that she'd been freed from her bonds.

As Lang's Demon form freed her from those ropes, her body slumped forward and fell to the side with a thud onto the cement floor, before due to the momentum of the fall, she ended up on her back, her lower body twisted slightly in the mixture of blood that was her own and her captors...Her body was terribly bruised, black and blue all over. Red, angry welt marks from the whip lashing she'd recieved, hundreds upon hundreds of cuts over her body. Both eyes were now swollen shut. Four ribs total had been broken, internal bleeding ... Both lips swollen, her jawline bruised and swollen...She'd never heard his voice, didn't even realize he was there to save her.

Mother...mother I am coming mother.

Kay and I knew something was wrong. Chey was rarely ever late without a phone call. Kay was already dialing Drew's number on her own cell and relaying what bits and pieces she was hearing from my own conversation with Lang. Being already dressed, I shoved out the front doors with a quick kiss to Kay to wait for Drew.

I was already unlocking the driver's door to the '57 Chevy that Kay had gotten me for our anniversary present, when the sound of skidding tires and gravel being slung turned my head.

Drew was out of his car in a flash, stalking towards me, and he looked none too happy. "What the fuck happened?"

I was about to climb into the car, but instead I turned to him, taking those precious few seconds to explain what I did know, "I don't know man. Rogue was coming to visit and was supposed to have been here hours ago. She never called. It ain't like her to be late like that without a call. I tried to let it go and shake it, thinking maybe she and Lang were having one last romp before she came out here." I paused again trying to catch my breath before continuing on while I slid behind the wheel, "Then Lang called man and I knew something had gone wrong."

Drew waited as patiently as he could for me to flip the switch that unlocked his door before throwing it open and clambering in beside me. He whipped out his glock and checked to make sure the ammo was sufficient enough before reholstering the weapon again. I started the engine and we took off, roaring down the road without another word to one another.

Hours seemed to pass while we went door to door inquiring about Chey and Lang as well. We'd covered every single inch of Plesby's Port and there was no sign of Chey -- it was like she'd vanished into thin air.

Both Drew and I tried repeatedly now to call both cell phones, but there was no answer... Nothing at all. We were both running off of no sleep, but that didn't matter to either of us. Rogue was missing and now Lang was too, and we were turning up empty barrels all around.

Drew was driving now and I punched in Kay's number to at least let her know what we'd found -- or hadn't found -- and to let her know we were on our way to Holston's Height now to see if anyone there knew what the hell had happened, or had seen anything that'd help us.

The sun was rising now... and it was looking more and more hopeless. Drew and I hadn't spoken for hours, at least not to one another. I'm sure we both were thinking the same thing, but we were literally chasing ghosts. I finally braved it and broke the silence, "Dude, he didn't give her up. He loves her too damn much."

Drew shrugged his shoulders, his jaw was set firmly and the look in his eyes... Well lets just say I'm glad I wasn't the one he was gunning for, "I don't care either way, I just want to find her... Them before it's to late Troy. She's been gone now at least eighteen hours. Give it another coupla hours it'll be twenty-four man."

What could I have said to that? We were both worried, too much time had passed. Things weren't looking good. "I know man, I know. Let's keep looking."

Fifty-one and a half hours later...

We were both racing to the Estate's main doors.. there was blood everywhere. Screw the proper etiquette and screw the door, one look to Drew and we were both raising our booted feet to kick the door down in unison. "Chey! Lang!" Racing up the stairs, taking them two at a time, Drew wasn't far behind me at all... And where I couldn't think straight, I heard Drew telling Kay to get her mother to watch the twins, and to get to the Estates with her medical bag as soon as possible.

Kay wasn't the greatest of doctors, but she at least had some substantial training. With all the blood I'd seen... I wasn't sure she could even do much, being as I didn't have any idea just how severe the injuries were yet.

I shoved open Chey's bedroom door, and the offending odor had me gagging where I stood, "Dear God." I fought down the strapping urge to vomit and forced myself to work my way to the bed; forced myself to look at the body of the woman I'd known for so many years.

Drew, however, flew around me to the bed, leaping up and onto it. "Troy, Lang's there on the other side of the bed," he blinked a bit, "The fuck, he's got wings dude." He slipped off the bed and down to Lang, looking over his body.

I barely heard Drew... All I could see was Cheyenne... What was left of her clothes that barely covered her body, the whip marks, the cuts, the bruising... I had to turn away, I had to focus. I forced myself to look her over again. "So much blood... So many cuts." I looked closer into the cuts, "Dear god, they put salt in her cuts. The bastards." I was terrified to touch her, afraid I'd break something else or injure her more. I moved around her to her head as carefully as I could... Was she alive? I reached out to find a pulse on that once ivory flesh of her neck and held my breath.

Drew had been looking over Lang and checked for his pulse as well, nearly leaping for joy. "Troy he's alive! He's got a pulse!" He stood up from Lang's crumpled body, hoping the man heard him, "Lang hold on bucko, Kay's coming man." That's when Drew got his first good look at Chey's body. "Oh my fucking God... Is... Is she alive Troy?" His eyes kept scanning over her body, forcing himself to swallow down the bile that was forcing it's way up his throat at the sights and smells.

Kay was running up the stairs. "Troy! Drew! Where are they? Are they up there? Are they alive?"

I looked Drew dead in the eye, met his gaze... My fingers were still against Chey's throat... Against that barely fluttering pulse. "Barely man. Barely. We're loosing her fast," and that's when I saw the tiny vial. "The hell is that Drew, the vial there."

Kay burst through the bedroom door and without a second thought she was by the bed and already looking Cheyenne over. After a few precious moments of assessment, she shook her head to me and Drew. "I... I'm not sure I can save her. I'm only trained in minor injures, not... Not injuries like this." She looked up to me then, and I saw it in her eyes... There was nothing she could do to save Cheyenne. "I can do what I can to keep her alive, but we need to find a healer... A real astute one, or there's no hope," she shook her head and began to sob, "C'mon, Chey, fight Baby Girl, you gotta fight."

Drew picked up the vial and examined it, shrugging a bit to Kay and I. "I dunno man. Kay you know what this might be?" Drew handed the sobbing Kay the small vial.

Kay took the vial, tilting her head a bit, sniffing it... She blinked a bit, her eyes widening. "This is a potion.. A very strong potion that can bring someone that is quite literally dead back, but it only gives that person enough sustained lifeforce for a limited amount of time before that lifeforce is gone." She shook her head. "I haven't seen a potion of this magnitude in so many years."

Drew glanced back at Lang's form and then back to Troy and Kay. "How long does she have Kay? And ya might wanna look Lang over too, he's down there on the ground."

Kay shook her head. "Without knowing how long ago it was given to her? I'd say we have no more than ten, maybe twelve hours to find a healer that can save her, or... Or we'll loose her for good." Kay looked Chey over again and bit back another wave of tears. "Lang? Where?" She was off the bed and moving to Lang's side to look him over quickly assessing his own wounds. "He's been beat up bad too, not nearly as bad as Baby Girl, but he's bad. His pulse is stronger than hers too. I might can wake him up, let me try." She was moving to her medical bag and withdrew her own small vial of smelling salts and waved it beneath his nose while she spoke, "Troy go to the Red Dragon Inn, there's got to be an apt healer there, hurry Troy... You have to hurry."

I was on my way out the bedroom door and down the steps before Kay had even finished her sentence.

Troy sped away in the '57 Chevy, driving like a bat out of hell down the drive and out the gates headed to the Red Dragon Inn. Hoping and praying that there would a healer in the house, and if not there, that someone knew where one was on such short notice.

Kay was already in motion once Lang had come to, letting Drew assist the man to a chair. "She's alright for now. Well not really alright, but alive for now. The vial you gave her, hopefully it will give us enough time to find a healer." Digging around in her bag, she drew out the antiseptics, gauze, tape, a bottle of pain killers, a vial and a syringe and moved to Lang's side. Turning the dresser into a make-shift table. "Drew go get a pail or bucket or bowl or something, fill it with warm water and bring me clothes, lots of clean, dry clothes. I've got to wash his wounds." She turned back to Lang then, furrowing her brows. "What hurts Lang? I know all the little things that hurt, but the big things." While she waited for an answer she was carefully drawing the clear solution to a measured amount within the syringe, a couple of flicks to the syringe to knock the air bubbles out, a slight depression to the plunger to assure of that before looking to him once more. "This might hurt at first big guy, but after it moves through your system, it won't hurt anymore." And before he could utter another word, she moved what was left of his shirt off of his shoulder and inserted the tip of the of syringe far enough in and depressed the plunger, letting the liquid pain killer enter his body.

Drew hurried downstairs, retrieving the things that Kay had asked for before hurrying back up those stairs, sloshing some of that water everywhere. Pushing the door open and handing Kay the requested items, he stepped back a bit nervous of needles himself; though he'd never admit that to anyone, no matter how much you might pay him. "Dude Lang man, I'm sorry. I hope to God Troy can find a healer fast enough." He looked over to Chey's body, shaking his head. Goddammit how did he let this happen to her? Before there was Lang, it'd always been him or Troy there to save her ass if anything really bad was going to happen or had happened, they were always there and they weren't this time... None of them had been.

Kay was carefully studying Lang, wondering if she'd give him enough of a dosage of the pain killer, biting at her lower lip, she withdrew the syringe and pushed a cotton ball to the marked flesh. Taping it there with a quick motion, she grabbed a cloth, wetting it and began the long process of washing the many cuts and bruises on his body.

Drew looked back to Lang, running a hand through his hair. "Lang man, I gotta ask. I know ya said no questions, but humor me this one please. Was," he swallowed hard before continuing with his question, "she dead man, before the vial I mean?" He leveled his gaze with Lang's, awaiting the man's answer.