Desha's Reno of the Turks Fan Fiction

Interludes – Scene 33

Scene Notes: Two years after the end of Taking Care of Reno.

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Tseng hit the ground hard. He was bleeding badly, both from the blow to the head that had first taken him down, and from the gunshot wound to the leg that had stopped him from retreating enough to return fire.

“Sir!” Elena cried out in pain as one of their attackers gripped her by the hair, dragging her along. They weren’t in the crater any longer… he knew that much. But where they’d brought them, the Turk leader hadn’t the faintest idea. The trees were strange here, and the building looked ancient and abandoned.

He heard a laugh from the largest of the three, as he blocked Elena’s attempts at escape, toying with her cruelly.

“Now, now… Play nice with your new toy. You wouldn’t want to break it too quickly…”

“Let go of her!” Tseng growled, and lunged forward, only to be laid out again by a sharp kick to the chest, that left him coughing violently.

“Where’s Mother?” The question came from the youngest looking of the trio, his shoulder-length, silvery hair hanging forward as he leaned over the Turk, their faces uncomfortably close. Tseng narrowed his eyes and spat at him in reply. His reward was a sharp backhand to the face.

“Loz… Why don’t you see how your new toy can bend?” the third man suggested. Tseng glared. He was the one who’d shot him… and prevented him from coming to Elena’s aid.

The man holding Elena grinned evilly and gripped her hand, bending her fingers backwards and forcing her to her knees in front of him. The young woman did her best not to cry out, but failed when the first snap echoed among the trees. At the second snap, she screamed.

“Where’s Mother?” the youngest repeated. Tseng’s eyes narrowed angrily, but he refused to speak, and the long-haired gunman guarding him kicked him in the ribs. He fell back to the ground in a heap. The one they’d called Loz released Elena’s hand and returned his grasp to her hair, jerking her head back. He lifted his free hand, and a faint aura of energy danced across the surface of his weapon… a powerful gauntlet capable, as Tseng had discovered first-hand not long ago, of stunning an opponent with even a glancing blow.

“Where’s Mother?” the apparent leader demanded once again. Tseng’s eyes met Elena’s, and she shook her head… minutely, given that it was being held in place by the short-haired captor… but enough to tell him not to speak just for her sake. She knew as well as he did the importance of their mission. They couldn’t allow themselves to be broken.

In response to Tseng’s silence, Loz drew his fist back, and let it fly.

“STOP!” their leader suddenly demanded, and the other young man froze, less than an inch from slamming the weapon into Elena’s abdomen, a confused look on his face. The leader stood silently, and calmly walked towards them, head cocked to one side with an expression of curiosity. He reached forward and placed a hand, almost tenderly, on Elena’s stomach, simply staring at her for several long moments.

“Don’t hurt this one,” he said, suddenly smiling coldly. “They have our Mother. Now we have theirs. Maybe… they’ll want to trade.”

Tseng’s eyes widened at the implication, and he looked at Elena in shock, sudden shame overtaking him at the danger he’d put her in, not knowing. He had to get her out of here. Before they could change their minds.

“Play with the other one all you like,” their captor added.

~fin~