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BEING HAULED BACK TO LINCOLN, the couple's feet barely kept up with the sped of the wagon. Their wrists burned as they were pulled with the ropes. Their legs arched after running for hours on end, without a break. Their backs scratched beyond belief whenever either fell from exhaustion and was hauled against the rough dirt on their backs.
Finally, after twenty or so hours, the wagon finally stopped, and the couple recognised their surrounds as that of Lincoln City. Their once beloved hometown. The very city where they announced their love for each other. The very city where they grew and learned together. But now, the town was nothing but a violent, corrupt, basically lawlessly site.
A man with a pistol walked up to the couple. He grabbed Doc first, shotting the rope connecting him to the wagon. "Open her up, Bell!" The man ordered over his shoulder, grinning evilly at the blonde teacher. Doc almost collapsed without his tether to the wagon, falling into the man's frame. "Nice to see ya, Doc. I got a few friends waiting for ya!" With that, Doc was thrown into the pit that was filled with other convicts and criminals.
"Wait!" Doc called out, grabbing the man's attention. "What about my wife?"
The man smirked, looking at the exhausted Belle over his shoulder. "Oh, I have special plans for her, Doc. Don't you worry about it,"
Doc began to shout and scream, in fear of his wife in danger. But the yells were cut short when a chain wrapped around his throat, threats being muttered in his ear.
Belle was still lying on the ground, unable to stand up by herself. The man laughed at the sight, grabbing the woman by her hair, pulling her up to her knees so he could see her face.
"Ah, Miss Belle, or should I say, Mrs Scurlock," the Sheriff evilly smiled. "You're still as pretty as ever," the man smirked down at the girl. Unable to form any words, Belle could only manage to spit at man's chest, her nostrils flaring and her breath ragged. "And still feisty, I see."
The man shot at the rope tying Belle to the chariot. Pulling her by her blonde locks, the Sheriff hauled the yelping girl to a building where she was seated on a chair. Her hands were chained in front of her and her feet were tied together to a rope connected to the chair. The dark-tressed man who pulled her to her new location spat at the girl, leaving so a younger man with a rifle.
"Please," Belle hoarsely spoke out. "Please, tell me what happened to my children, please tell me Doc will be okay!" She blonde begged, tears spilling from her orbs. The younger deputy who was tying her up paused, gazing up at her face guiltily.
"I haven't got the slightest clue, ma'am, I'm sorry," the guard apologised, wincing when the blonde woman before him burst into a fit of sobs and gasps. A yell came from outside the door, banging on the wood, instructing the guard to shut Belle up. Looking around the room, the guard saw a piece of cloth. Rushing over to it, he hastily tied the material around Belle's mouth. Although the sobs escaping Belles' mouth still sounded around the room, they were muffled and quieter than what they once were.
