A/N: Hey everyone! I wrote this up a LONG time ago, like when I had just finished Skyward Sword, but I never really typed it up...BUT HERE IT IS! This is definitely rated "M" because of the blood and language...I don't think that I'm old enough to write this... ._. OH WELL! I hope you guys enjoy! R&R please! ^-^
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Zelda.
Warning: There is going to be A LOT of blood and violence, so if that's just not your thing, then don't read this.
It would be so easy…so easy to just give up…so easy to just let go of the title "hero"…but I can't…I have a friend to save…but what's the point in trying…if the consequences just result in more pain and torture? Giving up…that sounds nice…no more torment…no more interrogation…no more torture…no more pain…no more defiance…no more consequences…no more burdens…no more nothing. I'm sorry, Zelda I really am, but some promises…some promises just can't be kept…
"Master, I advise that you just stay at home; you're not fully healed, and I don't know what could possibly be lurking out in Lanyru," Fi informed Link as the boy stumbled out of his bed.
"No, Fi. I'm fine now. Thanks for your concern though," the blonde replied. In a previous journey in Eldin, the young boy had tripped when an unstable rock gave way, resulting in a 10 foot fall injuring the boy's ankle. The past week, Link had been recuperating, but there was no more time to spare; Zelda was waiting after all. The teen limped out of his room and hopped down the stairs.
"You seem troubled, Master Link. Is something wrong?" the monotone voice questioned.
"It's nothing. I'm just annoyed by the fact that I had to stay inside for a whole week because of a damn rock breaking," Link sighed, staggering outside and onto a diving platform.
"Master, I would still say that you need to stay home. You don't know what could happen, and you really could get yourself in a situation worse than now if you venture out with that injured limb,"
"Thanks for your concern, Fi, but I doubt that this will take more than a few hours. Really. I'll be fine, I promise," The teen chuckled as he dove off of the platform and whistled, calling the crimson loftwing that belonged to him. The bird soared through the air and allowed its owner to ride it. There was no more conversation between the two as the blond fell through the yellow ray of light.
"Agh…" Link groaned and patted off residue from the harsh landing. Covering his eyes from the blinding light, the boy set out. "Where to go?..." he muttered, looking around.
After a while of roaming, the Skyloftian was starting to become fatigued. Link roamed around some more before coming across a large patch of quicksand. He backed up a few paces, and then started to sprint across. Exhaustion was getting to him much quicker than the teen would have expected. Fortunately, the boy spotted a small area of land nearby to catch his breath. He was nearly there, his hand reaching out for the ground, but as soon as his hand made contact with the earth, a pain shot through his left shoulder.
Link screamed out, vision blurring immediately. He fell to the side, quicksand consuming him rapidly, and out of the corner of his eye, the hero could see a bokoblin arher on a raised platform. "What the hell? There was no timeshift stone around here. How could a bokoblin be here-" Link stopped his train of thought when he found his answer; a figure was seen next to the bokoblin. Although it wasn't clear, the boy could guess who it was, and the answer sent fear throughout the blonde's body.
Link couldn't see anything; everything was shrouded in darkness. "What happened?" Everything seemed like a blur to the half conscious boy. He tried moving his body, but it seemed that everything except his head was restrained with what felt like some sort of chain. The blonde also tried to look around for anything, but he was met with the same obscurity of light at every angle. He also noticed a pain in his shoulder. It was just a dull ache now, though.
Pondering on what had happened prior to his, Link came up with his answer.
Analyzing the situation, the boy came out with an answer that he hoped wasn't true: He had been captured by that bastard of a demon, and was going to be interrogated on the whereabouts of Zelda. The odds of it being true, though, were quite high. And unfortunately, Fi would most likely agree with his analysis.
With a determination to get out of the bonds, the boy started to struggle, but it was a futile effort; the chains didn't budge. He noticed that there were sharp edges to the chains, something that was a bit odd, but after thinking about it, Link guessed that they were shaped like diamonds. It was just like Ghirahim to do that, after all.
Eventually, there were footsteps. That made Link's heart skip a beat. He was almost positive that the footsteps belonged to him, and if anything, he wasn't coming just to say "hi".
A door opened, blinding, white light pouring into the dark room. The hero shrouded his eyes away from the blazing light, not used to it. Before doing that, though, he saw that the way that Ghirahim was entering the room with the bright backlight made it look like he was an angel. The teen chuckled bitterly at the irony of the statement.
Almost as quickly as the brightness came, it vanished, leaving Link back in the darkness. This time, though, he wasn't alone.
A snap came from about 5 feet in front of the teen followed by dim torch lights appearing on the walls, and a horribly familiar voice being spoken, "Hello, Skychild. I'm going to skip the introductions because I assume that you know what I'm here for. Am I correct?"
"And I'm going to assume that you know that I'm not going to tell you. Am I correct?" Link muttered, glaring the demon.
The demon lord chuckled, "Hm. You say that now, but can you keep to that statement?"
"I'm not telling you anything, so forget about it."
"Funny thing is that I kind of hoped that you'd say that. I mean think about it; where's the fun in breaking you down if you submit immediately?" With those words, the white haired assailant snapped, a rapier flashing into existence. He lunged forward at the hero's ribcage, piercing through the boy's layers of clothes, and then through the skin. That received a suppressed grunt from Link. Not satisfying to the demon lord, he twisted the blade, getting a poorly concealed scream this time.
Smirking, Ghirahim ripped the blade out, droplets of blood along with it. Link was panting, not used to experiencing pain like this. Sure he had had cuts and injuries before, but never had he been stabbed, and even if there was some kind of pain even close to this, the blonde would just drink a red potion, and the pain would go away. Looking up, the boy saw his white haired assailant, running his tongue up the rapier, savoring the taste of his victim's blood. Seeing that sight almost made Link gag; someone was enjoying the taste of his blood. He closed his eyes, trying to keep his composure. While having his eyes closed, though, the boy noticed that damned presence getting closer until it was literally suspended right over the hero.
A sinister voice whispered in Link's ear, "Now, Skychild, I'm sure that you don't want any more pain, right? Because I'll assure you now that this isn't my worst. So why don't you tell me where the Spirit Maiden is?"
"Not a single chance, you bastard," defiance was obvious in the boy's tone.
"Now now, there's no need to use such vulgar words. It really hurts my feelings. So how about you show some manners to your elders and answer me with respect?" the demon lord placed his thumb on the boy's chin and forefinger underneath it, lifting Link's head up, forcing the Skyloftian to look at Ghirahim.
Link spoke again, not changing his tone of voice, "I already said it once: Not a damn chance."
"You know, Skychild, that really isn't the best approach if you want to stay on my good side. And I'm sure that you do, considering that you have personal experience with my bad side," Ghirahim's tone was getting calmer, but it wasn't a peaceful calm; it was more of a deadly one.
"Yeah, I do. Instead of sorting it out like an adult, you take it out on other people, namely me, like a child!" The hero spat, his tone imprudent.
Out of rage, Ghirahim slapped the powerless child with such force, it nearly gave Link whiplash.
"Link, I'm done playing games with you-" the demon lord was interrupted by an irritated sounding voice.
"Oh, so you do know my name, huh? You just decide to call me "Skychild" then. You said that you're done playing game – well I am too. I don't like repeating myself, so I'll say it once more: I'm not telling you a damn thing about where Zelda is, Ghirahim," Link almost shouted, struggling in the bonds as if to make a point.
The demon lowered his head so shadows covered his eyes; the hero couldn't see his expression. "You've been talking quite a bit today, Link. More than usual. I don't mind that, but the things you've been saying have really been getting on my nerves. You think that because I've let you live, that you can face me. That's where you're wrong though, boy. You think that you're all high and mighty, and because I you know where the Spirit Maiden is, I won't kill you. Here's a little fact, though; I don't need you. I'm perfectly capable of finding out where she is on my own. I'm keeping you alive because it would be much quicker than searching all of the surface to find out where she is. I wasn't planning on keeping you alive anyways. So excuse me if you're dead after this because you can't keep your mouth shut." There was a silence in the air before the demon raised his head.
Link gasped at the sight; Ghirahim had stalks of black peeking out from the back of his head, and they were branching out across his features. He showed absolutely no emotion in his tone of voice or in his expressions on his face. It reminded the hero of Fi, except much more sinister. The demon lord snapped as Link shut his eyes close, regretting what he had said. The boy expected pain, and Ghirahim didn't fail to meet his expectations.
A/N: Did you like it? :D Hoped you enjoyed it! If you did, then don't forget to R&R! :)
-Astral Ascension