Lunamor

*congratulates*

Hello!

*opens a can of social interaction sitting in back of pantry* *dumps it onto a plate* *places mint leaf on top to make it fancy* *hands it to Star* Here you are! Fresh straight from... *checks can* 1985!

Fixed it.

Don’t forget his birthmark!!!

*returns from absence* I’m baaaaaaaack!!! *wins*

Ben kissed Shana again, his hands resting on her waist. Shana answered the kiss, her arms wrapped around him. Faintly he could hear the music, laughter, but for nothing in the world would he go back inside. Not when the alternative was standing outside in a quiet corner, kissing Shana. Suddenly she pulled away, turning her head to the side, ending the beautiful moment. “What’s wrong?” He asked, searching for what had disturbed her. He kept getting distracted by how pretty she looked in that green dress. “Steps. I don’t know. Mahad thinks something is off.” She said, touching her small purse. She didn’t have her usual bag of spheres with her. He heard the sound of careful footsteps coming closer. Ben’s eyes widened as he saw human-like figures coming towards them, their eyes glowing an eerie red. He instinctively took a step backwards, reaching for the few spheres he had stashed in his suit pocket. Quite a few of them were dun. He shouldn’t have been so frivolous, using so many to let them sneak out of prom and play pranks. He held them in his fist, watching it glow with a weak light. He didn’t have nearly enough to fully heal any serious injuries. “What do we do?” He asked. “I don’t know.” Shana whispered back. “We need to call for help, can you create something?” Shana took a step forward, in front of him, although the Voidbringers formed a half circle, slowly moved towards them and the wall at their back. They were trapped. He backed up until he was touching the wall, reluctant to use what little stormlight he had. "Hand over your spheres and come with us. If you cooperate I won't hurt your little girlfriend here." Their leader spoke. It's voice was deep and cold. It's eyes darted to Ben while extending its hand. He realized that if they didn’t get help, what little stormlight he had wouldn’t make a difference. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled it all. It wasn’t even enough to make him glow brighter than the flame of a dying candle. He focused, imagining an image of himself running to the Radiants in the gym. A version of himself so translucent and indistinct it could have been a ghost burst from him. He attached it to Glint with a message. ”Help.” It was all he could do with his limited resources. The Voidbringer rushed towards Shana, suddenly holding a knife in his hand. She barely evaded the attack and hastily inhaled. A faint glow covered her skin and she reached out for the Voidbringer, touching his arm. A heartbeat later the Voidbringer fell to the ground, nothing more than a blackened body. But the one leading the attack only laughed and gestured for two others to approach her, and capture her. Meanwhile two others neared Ben, no weapons in their hands, not yet at least. "That was a mistake, boy." One of them drawled, his face drawn in a mean grin. "Last chance, give up." Ben couldn’t summon Glint as a Shardblade. He was busy getting help. Help that likely would never arrive in time. Ben quickly ran through his limited options in his head. He didn’t have stormlight, a weapon, or any other way of defending himself. Shana was already out of stormlight, and seemed like she was about to be overrun. Ben only had his weak, useless self. He regretted not training harder, getting more fit. He had been relying on stormlight far too much, and now it was coming back to bite him. He slowly started to raise his hands in a gesture of surrender. Then he launched himself as quickly as possible in the direction of a Voidbringer that was reaching for Shana, tackling him to the ground to give her a moment to collect herself and have enough time to prepare an attack. She took the opportunity, slamming her fist into the face of the one before her, grabbing his blade. Fiercly she stabbed at the Voidbringer, once, twice until blood covered her hand, her dress. Backing up, she moved closer to Ben. The Voidbringer he had tackled rolled to the side. Those that had tried to corner Ben closed on him, their faces drawn back in an inhuman snarl. They pulled out weapons, tried to get a grip on him, to throw him to the ground. Ben stood up and stepped towards Shana, planning on trying to shove some nearby Voidbringers away so she could have room to fight. The cuts on her hands looked serious, and he didn’t want her to get hurt anymore. This turned his back to the Voidbringers closing in on him. One behind him lunged forwards, digging his blade into Ben’s side. He collapsed as he felt a burning pain tear through him, blood seeping through his white shirt. He stared at the wound in shock. He had been stabbed. It took a while for that fact to circulate through his brain. In fact, it took him a while to think anything. “Ben!” He heard Shana scream as she tried to rush to his side. A Voidbringer grabbed her arm, then another one was there, wrapped an arm around her waist. She groaned, struggled against them, but they were too many, their grip too strong. The leader watched her, then gestured for two of them to kneel down next to Ben, secure him as well. "And now you will come with us." "Bind them. Chain her to him, she won't risk her lover." His hand lifted Shana's chain. "One wrong move little Dustbringer and you're chained to a corpse." Ben felt the Voidbringers chain him to Shana, barely conscious. The chains felt oddly distant, yet still very heavy. He wanted to struggle, to fight, but it took all of his effort to keep his eyes open. He tried to tell Shana that everything was going to be ok, that they were going to get out of it somehow, but all that came out was a moan. Blood had begun to pool on the ground. It didn’t register to him that the blood was his until his looked back at his wound. Shana pulled him close, and pressed a hand against his wound in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. That was good, but wouldn’t last long as an effective solution. He again tried to speak to Shana, but he couldn’t get his mouth to move. A Voidbringer walked over and pulled Ben to his feet, sending a new stab of pain through his side. Moving the wound was a very bad idea, but he couldn’t stop himself from being moved. Shana followed, stayed by his side, not breaking contact. They were led away to a van, where they placed him inside. Shana scrambled in after him and the door was closed, leaving them in darkness, alone with three of the creatures. Shana ripped off a part of her dress and tied it around him as an improvised bandage. That stopped lots of the blood, which was good. He felt bad that she had to rip up her dress, though. He thought that he heard her say his name over and over again, but it was hard to tell in the darkness and everything was slowly becoming more blurry. Eventually he blacked out, the pain and blood loss too much for him. ================= Glint felt a great hurt from Ben. He almost faltered, returned to him so he could fight. But he stayed his course, flying to the gym as fast as possible. He knew that there were far too many Voidbringers for them to try and overtake them. Their only hope was to get help from others. He zoomed up to Flid and Leona. The illusion played out, along with Ben’s message. “Help.” ==================== Mahad swirled nervously around Shana, watching her try and fix Ben’s wound. It looked bad. Really bad. He didn’t want to think about what losing Ben would do to Shana. The van started moving. Had Glint been unable to get help in time? Glint didn’t speak to people other than Ben. That would be a problem. How could he tell the other Radiants exactly where to find them? He got an idea. But it would make him leave Shana. He didn’t want to do that. But what other choice did he have? “Shana, I am going to go get help.” Mahad rushed away, not bothering with physics and passing straight through the side of the car. He made a beeline for the gym, where he found Glint pulsing wildly next to Flid and Leona. He flew up right in front of their faces. “Ben and Shana have been captured by Voidbringers!” @Blessing of Potency @Dr. Dapper @Emperor Stick @BookishOcelot @I think I am here. @AonEne @xinoehp512 @Taradiddle @Wyndlerunner @Eluvianii

Ben nodded, leading her to a certain corner. He occasionally used it for reading, so he knew that no one could bother them there.

To join a circus.

Into a pit of angry hemalurgically spiked beavers.

But they did at the last second. It was a stilt chicken.

As was Luna.

Why did I read that in the voice of the guy who reads the narrative in the background of Thriller?

Granted, your hair is now perpetually soaking wet. I wish for a watermelon.

Naw, I’m the one who always *wins*.

And tears.

Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!! Edit: Dang it, ninja’d...

They have us crying for our mothers.

I WANT TO SMASH MY COMPUTER AHHHHHHHH STORMING REALTEK HD AUDIO WON’T WORK

Lunamor started slapping trees with herrings.

This feels illegal...