In Dreams of Trees : Laying The Trap

Wordcount: 334
Rating/Warnings: PG
Summary: Blue and Nathan head out a’hunting Black, but things take a sudden turn for the worse.

NOTE: This is a very rough draft with no editing at all (per National Novel Wiriting Month rules) and is presented for amusement value only. Think of it as a periscope into my writing process rather than a coherent story!

There will most likely be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, contradictions/retcons, uneven characterization and pacing. These snippits are also posted out of order, so please refer to the Outline to figure out where it’s supposed to fit.


Laying The Trap

The door is further away than Blue thought, but he was unconcious on the trip in. Horn is quiet and Nathan refrains from his usual friendly chatter as they move. It takes them a full day to reach the area where the door is and they are careful as they get close.

But they aren’t careful enough and Nathan gets caught by a larger party coming out to go through the door that comes up behind them without warning. Blue and Horn aren’t seen.

“Are you alone?” they asked harshly.

“Yes,” said Nathan.

“Then why are you out here?” they demanded. “You left and you weren’t too quiet about why. Are you out here to try and stop us?”

“I’m out here to try and talk some sense into you. Brian may have given up on you, but I haven’t.”

“You picked a bad day for a one on one,” they said. “But you’ll have your chance to chat us up, and don’t mind us if we return the favor.”

There was some unpleasant laughter, but they didn’t do anything hostile to Nathan and Blue and Horn stayed hidden. They waited until the group and Nathan had left and then carefully came out from the their hiding place.

“Now what.” said Horn. “Brian isn’t going to like this.”

“Black could still come,” said Blue.

“And we’re totally unprepared.” snapped Horn. “We have to go back.”

“Or we could just rescue him ourselves.” said Blue, stubbornly.

“No.” said Horn.

Blue gave him a look, which didn’t work, and then sighed. “Fine, fine, you’re right there’s no way we could get in there, much less rescue Nathan by ourselves. I miss being home, having folks to depend on without having to try and sort out what the rules are here.”

“I’m assuming that letting the medic get kidnapped is not social acceptable no matter what world you’re coming from.” Horn pointed out dryly.

“Noted.” muttered Blue and got started on the long trek back to base.

Martha Bechtel

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