The girl gasped as Sunny grabbed her, turning to look over one shoulder with an expression that seemed half furious, half frightened.  But then the two of them were falling, falling, and the girl's weight drove the breath from Sunny's lungs in the moment before she fought free of the older girl's grasp and rolled away, scrambling to her feet and dashing off into the darkness.<br/><br/>"Get the truant," one of the three Ladies ordered the others, but none of them moved.<br/><br/>"Get her yourself.  We have an Awake to play with!"<br/><br/>"Yes. What's one truant compared to<em>this</em>lovely, delicate, sweet morsel?"<br/><br/>"I'm<em>telling</em>..."<br/><br/>"You do that."<br/><br/>The three closed on Sunny, aiming vicious kicks at her legs and belly!  They were not aiming to injure her, not yet: this was about softening her up, making her feel the pain, beating her into submission without harming her overmuch.