Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

"Can we trust your friend here not to attack us?" Viktr asked. Allor looked at Derek. "derek, please hust do as they say. This will be over soon." She said as Vkitr cut him and Marria free.
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Krysten told her mom what was going on and sooon was at the airport. She sat down her suitcas and snowboard along with her backpack. She had to get her Passport out. Man she missed Allor and Jorgen.

Derek didn't like it, in fact, he had half a mind to beat the crap out of that guy, but he knew it was better if he just went along with it.

Allor smiled when she saw Derek wouldn't cause trouble yet. "Thanks" she told him before Jorgen was shoved into the room. He was shaking pretty bad.

Derek watched, feeling somewhat helpless, as Jorgen collapsed onto the floor panting and shaking from fear.

Allor went on her knees and held her friend close. "Jor?" she asked.

Jorgen was mumbling and whimpering. Something had scared him......SH!TLESS.

Derek watched what was going on before him in shock. He didn't know that anything he could do would help, even if he had, he didn't know what...

Allor spoke to Jorgen. Her words seemingly calmed him down greatly. This made Viktr frown, but a scheme pass through his mind. He would use Jorgen against Derek.

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Allor glared at Viktr. "It will be alright" he told her. "I'm sure your other friend would be glad to help you help Jorgen onto his cot."

"I'm not sure he wants--" Derek was cut off by a sharp glare from Viktr. He looked at Jorgen, hauled him uprighty by his arms, and stopped, panting. Jorgen was quite large, compared to Derek's relatively short stature.

ALlor didn't like how this was going. She stood and helped Derek.

Derek and Allor hauled Jorgen up onto a cot. Jorgen was, by now, passed out. ((if that works with your plan... if not just ignore that last part))

Allor glared at Viktr. "What have you done to him?" she demanded. Viktr chuckled. "I fear grief has gotten the better of him."

"Grief...", Derek said almost inaudibly. "You don't mean..." He stood back for a moment, watching and thinking.

ALlor charged at Viktr but was immediately held in place by guards. "Yes, his family is in a 'better' place then this wretched god-forsaken world." he dsaid coldly.

Allor struggled. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She began yelling again in her native tongue. Viktr fell over laughing. He had never heard such colorful language.

Derek jumped on the guards that held Allor, and got a good sock at one of their faces, before another came out of nowhere and pinned him against the wall. Derek kicked him square in the chest, which didn't seem to phase him much, except for that he reprimanded the struggling teenager with a nasty slap. Derek tasted blood in his mouth, and lashed out with both hands to grab the guard around the neck. If he had been thinking, he would have known that any resistance he gave would only land him in deeper trouble--but he wasn't. He was blinded by a rage that came from he knew not where...

Another guard grabbed Derek and started clubbing him with a nightstick.

Viktr laughed even harder. "I like a good struggle." he said. He walked up and grabed Allor by her chin. "Get control of your actions and his or the blonde is the next to go." he said.

Allor stiffened. She didn't struggle but was trying to fight the tears.

~r u guys at school yet~