Pandle and Papers 1x1

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Cheyanne looked up at Greg when he reluctantly agreed to rest. She gingerly stroked his burnt cheek, her touch being ever so gentle. She soon felt the cot dip and then she was pulled close to Greg, biting her lip to contain her pained cry that didn't escape her lips. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arm resting over his chest. "Sleep well," she said quietly as she saw him drift to sleep. She closed her eyes and felt her body ever so slowly begin to warm as Greg layed close to her. She moved closer, though it hurt, to get to the warmth that he possessed and gave off. It warmed her skin slowly, her icy skin touching his warm skin.

She slowly began to drift off to sleep, her sleep being plagued by nightmares. It was of her father and how he would beat her much like the mafia guys from earlier. She began to tremble in her sleep and would utter whimpers and cries, feeling every ounce of pain return to her injuries. Soon she began to push herself away from Greg, her mind wrought with the nightmares and blinded her sense of reality. She fell from the bed and a pained cry escaped her lips, her eyes opening wide as she looked towards Greg and around the tent. Her heart beat a fast, erratic pace as she heavy from breath which only made her aching ribs hurt even more. Tears streamed down her face as she heard feet moving fast towards her. She turned quickly and stifled a yelp, backing away from the new arrival. Her father....

"Cheyanne?" he asked as he looked over her, his voice cautious as he inched closer as his daughter back away until she was at the wall if her tent.

"G-get away from me!" she managed to say in a louder volume of time than a whisper. She was scared out of her wits seeing as though she just had a nightmare about her father and here he shows up. He reached down and moved to lift his daughter to her feet which earned him a pained cry. He tried to keep a calm expression but he liked to hear her pained cries as he stood her up.

"You have been released from duty. You can come home," he said as he pulled her close so he could whisper, "You will be coming home," he said lowly, pulling back to see where she had been laying. "Oh, so you've found yourself a man?" he asked, subtle hunt of anger on his face as he spoke and watched his daughter sort of shake her head yes and no which made him curious.

|| What ya think 'bout the twist? ||

[PapaRoachFan]

Bumpski

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

Mother was yelling. Greg could hear her voice slicing through the morning but he couldn't see her. He twisted, trying to glimpse her but her voice was moving and no matter how hard he tried Greg couldn't move. He was stuck to the kitchen floor as the sound of Mabel's screams of defence joined with their mother's anger. And then silence. Greg howled in frustration as he tried to get free, to get to Mabel's aid but still he could not move. From nowhere his mother's hand came snaking out and he was moving, falling-

Umph. Gregory hit the floor on his back, his eyes flying open and watering. It took a moment to identify the long hair and the eyes peering, but they weren't his mother's. They were Chey's. And a man's. He rose slowly, aware of the tension and the hostility between Chey and the man. He wished he'd a gun at hand, just in case. "Cheyanne?" He spoke uncertainly, his eyes trained on the man. "Has he harmed you?" He stepped away from the bed. "How did you get here?" He was wearing no uniform, he was dressed as a civilian. Such people shouldn't have been allowed anywhere near the road, let alone inside their ranks, inside the medic tent...

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Cheyanne's father kept a tight grasp around his daughter's arm as she tried to get out if his grasp. "Let me go!" she said, trying to get his grasp from her hurt arm. Her father simply shook his head and began to pull her towards the exit of the tent. She stomped on his foot and he let her go as she moved to Greg's side. She saw he was awake and looking towards her and the man.

She moved to stand behind Greg, trying to get away from the man who had hurt her so many times before. "Greg," she said, her good hand resting at the small of his back. "That's the man who call himself my father," she said, feeling all of the bruising begin to ache as well as her bruised and few broken ribs. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes for a moment before she composed herself again. She hoped that things would be settled and her father would be drug off of vase but doubted that would happen.

Cheyanne's father, Francis, stepped towards his daughter. "I am here to take my daughter home. She had been released from duty," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "What's it to you?" he asked, hints of anger in his tone that someone questioned why he was here to being home his daughter. He watched as his daughter kept close to the man and seemed to be close to him too. "Cheyanne, you are returning home," he stated, leaving no room for arguments as he stepped forward to get his daughter.

Cheyanne stepped fully behind Greg, her eyes barely over his shoulder as she shook her head. "No, I came here to serve my country and I will finish the mission. You can't take me home," she said, afraid her father would grow angry enough to lay a hand on her so she stayed close to Greg. She was right in her assumption that he would grow angry with her. He stepped forward and grabbed her bad arm, his grip becoming vise-like. She whimpered, looking towards Greg as her father began to drag her from the medic tent.

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

Her father? Gregory's eyes widen at the sight of the man, drinking him afresh. Cheyanne had confined truths to the soldier that he'd never expected; a life of abuse and suffering, of endless humiliation and this was her release. Her father wouldn't ruin this. After everything they'd been through he couldn't let her go now. "Nobody has released her from duty, she's on medical leave and in the protection of First Battalion of the Royal Regiment of Scotland," his battalion of corpses couldn't protect Cheyanne any more than they could protect themselves, but Cheyanne's father couldn't know that. Wouldn't know that. He was a nobody and a murderous one at that. His lips trembled as he spoke, not from fear -there was nothing to fear in this wreck of a man, but from pride. Greogry Hamish Scott Williams, defender of nobility and protector of the deserving. One day he would show Cheyanne the meaning of gentleness, he could nurse her back to health in the sanctuary of his Scottish home, the fire crackling in its grate and the locks of his homeland rolling beyond the window. She would live to know love. His love.

The colleen's weight against his shoulder reassures him that he's doing the right thing. Standing up to someone who has never refusal was never something Greg imagined himself doing, but he had to. Nobody else was going to. "It's okay Chey, he's not taking you anywhere." With neither gun nor weapon to defend them both, and injuries enough to cripple an elephant, they stood little chance in fending him off. It was daft to think otherwise. As the enemy limb shoots out and grabs hold of Chey, Greg is helpless as a pup, watching in horror as she is hauled away from him. He plunges forward, barrelling past Chey into her father's side, knocking him swiftly off his feet as they crash down onto the floor. "Run Chey! Get away from here!" Gasping between the brutal knocks of his fist against bone, Gregory screams for his friend to get away, where she can never be found by her father. Off this blasted mountain and away from the ever hungry eyes of their comrades.

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Cheyanne's injuries made sure to make themselves known as she stood there, her heart racing and increasing her blood pressure dangerously fast. It made every injuries, whether it was a tiny bruise or her broken ribs, ache to the point of near collapse. She placed a hand on Greg's shoulder to keep her upright, afraid she would fall over and collapse if she didn't. Now Greg knew the man who cause her life to be miserable until she joined the military, getting away only to face more hardships. She squeezed her eyes shut to try and keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. She could tell that her father was growing very angry and very inpatient as he listened to Greg.

Francis was not happy to hear that his daughter wasn't going to be released to him. Only the young man stood in the way as he grabbed his daughter's arm to drag her off base. "I talke to the man in charge and he has released her to me until her injuries heal so she is returning to Britain with me," she said, leaving no room for arguments as his daughter tried to get out of his grasp. He is soon knocked to the ground, stunned but not badly injured until the young man begins to punch his face. He tried to block the hits but was too slow.

Cheyanne stumbled forward as her father was tackled by Greg. She managed to get to her feet, looking at Greg. "Greg?" she asked, afraid she would never see him again. Her feet tried to get her out if there but she couldn't force herself to leave Greg, the man who finally truly cared for and about her. "What about yourself?" she asked, feeling her voice break as she was about to leave the only person who truly cared. She blinked away the tears and waited shortly for his reply before running from the base. All eyes watched her as she ran, wondering what was happening.

Soon enough the medic walked back into the tent to see Greg attacking the girl's father. "What is going on?" he demanded as he moved to remove Greg off of the man. He was surprised to see the scene but even more to see the girl being gone, especially with her injuries. He looked to Greg. "Where is the girl?" he asked, moving Greg from the tent.

[Pandle]

Lieutenant-Colonel Williams
[Gregory Hammish Scott Williams ]

His hand stretches to the dampness of the haze, his head pivoting back to settle on the phoenix who always rises from the ashes, whose ghosts never quite leave the attic. "I'll be fine, so will you," fly little bird. Time unfolds its petals of misconception as she fleas, her silhouette replaced by the flap of material and the swimming face of her worst hauntings. "You'll never lay another finger on that woman," vows Gregory as he settles his fist against the man's jaw one more time. Their war is broken by feet and hands that pull them apart, Gregory doesn't protest as he is jerked backward like a fish who never knew it was hooked. Where was the girl? Good question. His eyes were expressionless as they rounded on the medic, the puny lips that quivered and the nose that spread out across his cheeks. "Not here, clearly." Summoning orders and instructions to have the beast removed died in his throat. He's a civilian on the mountains in Italy where we just so happen to have been located. Someone wants Cheyanne removed. This was no accident.

More was going on than he could possibly understand. Head swimming with potential fears and the itching irritation of the left side of his face, Gregory yanked his limbs free and stalked from the tent without further word. The sun was already beginning its decent on the west as he pushed himself free of the activity. Out there, somewhere, was Cheyanne. Alone, afraid and fatally wounded. She had neither food nor water, no weapons, no clue what was going on. He could take off after her, sail out onto the sea to meet the brooding storm together, or he could learn and linger until his mind lit with understanding and he could guide her back to harbour.

Yet he could trust no one, tell no one and still, he had to save her soon.

[PapaRoachFan]

|•| Lance Corporal Parker |•|
[Cheyanne Blaze Parker]

Cheyanne glanced back at the scene one last time before taking off, as fast as her crippled body would carry her. There were questioning shouts as she unsteadily made her way down the mountain, just realizing that she had zero supplies. None. At all. She was about a quarter of a mile from the base and didn't want to look back for fear that her father was chasing her.

After about a half mile of running, her body ached and felt as if it would give away. The energy that had been exerted was well more than what she wa able to replenish as she use it. Her body was still on the mend though most of the swelling had subsided but would increase with the increase of rigorous activity. She managed to find a small rocky overhang that would serve as shelter until she could store up some energy and when her body was on the edge of giving out.

Her mind soon began to move towards Greg, how she already began to miss him. Her heart ached since he was the first person to see her as another human being rather than just a lost, little girl. Greg had kept her safe while her father tried to rip her from her military responsibilities. She slowly moved to hug her arms across her chest. She was dressed in sweats and a tank, not a very good outfit to be caught in at night outside. She hoped that Greg was searching for her or if he had been dishonorably discharged due to his violent outburst. She was extremely grateful that he did so because if he hasn't, she might be on her way home and back to a very painful home life.

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|| Just wondering, would you possibly wanna move this to AS? If not, it's fine too. ||

[Pandle]

{{ I always forget about my threads on AS and I really dislike the community there, but if it's easier for you to have it on AS then no problemo.