-1The sequel you've all be waiting for to ACITS. If you haven't read the first one to this I recommend you do otherwise this wont make much sense. Anyways hope you like you this really short chapter/prologue and a thousand thanx to Shadow Samurai of the Darkness for all the help she has given and will hopefully continue to give on this sequel. please review to tell me what you think or even if you have some ideas or questions bout this. Later and enjoy.

Chapter One: Tears, Idle Tears

The night was cold and silent. The cold and empty wind howled its soft , mournful tune as the pale moonlight shown its light weakly through a barred window, piercing the darkness therein. The room was black and cold, the emotionless stone walls stood firmly fixed, caging in whatever lay imprisoned within in despair. The air was stark and cold, as frozen pale lips breathed out slowly the little warmth inside them. Glowing green eyes opened slowly, searching uselessly throughout the darkness in wariness before resting on the single barred window above. With a sigh the tense form rested their head against the frozen walls. Two years. Two long cruel years. Has it really been that long? The nights and days had seemed to flow together since that day. That fated Day when her world had shattered. Kai. Why havent you come for me? How can you believe me dead? Tears, cold and frozen formed in her broken eyes. He wasn't coming for her. No one was…and no one ever would. The old bar door creaked on its rusted hinges as it opened but Angel didn't even look over to see who entered. It was the same every month on this day. The monthly anniversary of her death…of her return to Hades. The dark brutes roughly grabbed her despairing form forcing her to her feet as they shoved her out of her cell and down the shadowed hallway. The wind played deftly throughout the hallway through the cracks and holes in its stone structure but despite the coldness the brutes shoved her onward. Finally Angel was thrown threw a hard oak doorway to fall on her knees before a grinning figure. In anger and defiance Angel threw herself to her feet, unwilling to bow before the demon whose smile merely broadened.

"And how's our little Pyro doing tonight?"

Angel gave a small snarl of anger but would not answer.

"Ah I see…defiant still. Do you happen to know what day it is?"

Angel stared up at him angrily,

"How could I forget."

Boris smiled malignantly,

"Good. Then there is no more need to remind you of your lovers desertion is there."

Angel's eyes blazed with fury but before she could respond Boris snapped his fingers and she was instantly dragged out of the room and back through the shadowed hallway to the one room all in this accursed place feared the most. Without a second thought she was thrown through the doorway then chained with her hands above her head making her stand on the tips of her toes while her feet were chained tightly below not letting her body bend in any direction. The door was closed loudly behind her as the fearsome figure came out of the shadows of the room with his whip. Angel knew what was coming, it was always the same. Yet long ago she learned to distract herself from the pain and torment. The figure pulled his arm back to crack the whip on her unprotected back but before the whip had even cracked Angels mind was gone as her eyes stared seemingly fixated on a fading red handprint on the wall. Again and Again the whip cracked on her back and her body couldn't move to ease the blow. Yet no matter how hard he struck Angel maintained the same look of strange happiness…of peace. He threw down the whip and picked up the cane as he again continued with the beatings, but Angel was still lost in deep concentration…in memories. Her mind was thrown into deep remembrance as she remembered the minutest of details to distract her from her pain. The deep light in Kai's eyes when he looked at her, the rough softness of his voice, the sureness of his hands. The way the wind played with his hair. The comfort and security of his embrace. The strong and gentle beat of his heart against her hand. Every detail filled her senses and mind till she could feel and think of nothing else. The figure threw down the cane in disgust picking up the last weapon. The deadliest of the three and the most painful. It reminded him of a Cat of nine tails except it had only three sections to it all embedded with sharp pieces of metal at the ends. Stroke after stroke he delt to her poor bruised and now bleeding back but not once did she cry out in pain or shy from his beatings. What was with this one. No matter what he did se refused to give him the satisfaction of her scream. Of her cries for mercy. In all his years of working here, there was but one other who ever acted that way…one other who defied them all. Strangely enough it was his handprint on the wall…the figure could but guess it had been the boys own mark of victory time after time. The traitorous grandson of Voltaire Hiwatari. Finally, the figures arm dropped in exhaustion. The beating was over. He looked at his work and couldn't believe he hadn't even gotten a whimper out of the girl. Hr back was bruised and bleeding terribly he doubted whether most of the cuts would ever heal. Her wrists and ankles were bleeding from the cuffs cutting into her skin with each blow. Shaking his head in irritation he knocked on the door signaling it was over. The dark brutes returned as they undid the cuffs holding her up letting her drop to the ground. Angel came instantly back to her senses when she reached the cold stone floor as wave after wave of pain hit her and it took all of her control to keep from screaming out. Suddenly two boots stopped before her as the figure knelt down to stare at her. Angel growled in anger at him but it only made his smile grow,

"Look at where your lovers left you. Curse him, Pyro, Curse Kai and die."

With a snap of his fingers Angel was grabbed roughly and dragged harshly back to her cell where she was thrown inside and left to wallow in her pain and despair. Kai. Oh Kai, no matter how much everything screams for me to hate you…I cant…Kai I'll always love you. Beyond the limits her body could take Angels strength finally gave out as she lay cold and broken, a singe tear falling from her eyes in the dark cell with but a ray of moonlight covering her beaten body for comfort.

Crimson eyes flashed open as he sat up with a start from a nightmare. His eyes looked warily around the dark room as his breathing and heart slowed. Letting out a shaky breath Kai brought his right knee up to his chest as he leant his arm upon it resting his head heavily upon his arm. Angel. Why do I keep dreaming about you? Why do I keep seeing you in pain? Ever since she'd died Kai hadn't been able to stop dreaming of her. FOr two long years your memory's haunted my dreams my being. Why cant I let go. Why cant I stop loving you, Why cant I stop despising myself. I seems like everyone else has moved on and forgotten you why cant I. Why do I find that so traitorous. Why do I have to struggle for the will to survive every day and yet I cant seem to fly towards death. Why Angel? Why? Your all I ever needed. You woke me up from my dreary slumber. Whenever I'm around you I feel alive again. Yet now…I've never felt so cold, so alone…so dead. I cant feel happiness or joy, only pain and loss. Why cant you come back to me…I need you here…I need you to awaken me from death. I need your forgiveness. Silent tears fell from his eyes, one after another dampening his sweating form further. Ever since her death Kai hadn't hardly slept through the night without waking to his pain. He had pushed the blade breakers, Tala,and Jess away from him as each day he fell further and further away from the others. They'd tried to get him into counseling tried to reason with him after Angel's death but he wouldn't listen. He lived alone in his apartment, spending most of his waking hours working. In short, his life had been brought to a standstill the moment Angel had died. Hour after hour Kai wept his broken form cold and yet lifeless in the dark room. Finally his body gave out under him and exhaustion took over as he feel back onto his bed into an uneasy rest. Angel forgive me, please….please come back…

Well that's the first chapter or prologue if you like. I know its not very satisfactory but itll have to do. Ill give you fair warning now this one probably wont come as fast as even I may like but I don't anticipate it to be as long as ACITS. Anywayz I hope you liked this really depressing chapter. I hope to have the next chapter up soon and please review I really like the feedback and it really does give me the drive to continue writing. Anyways thanx for reviewing and peace out.

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