Sick.

Summary: Mad Mod is on the loose again, complete with his young looks and controlling cane, but this time he only had to capture one titan. Only one would give him power to bring the rest of them down.

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She hated the black and the white, the ever changing colours against each other, the way in which she could no longer see the sky anymore, or breathe the fresh air that she knew lingered only just outside the walls. She hated the clothes, the clingy dullness of them so unlike anything she had ever seen nor worn. She hated the way she was forced to wear them, parade them around like she was some sort of human doll.

But she could stand all of these things.

What she hated most was him.

"I know wha' he wants most. I know how to bring down Robin an' his 'ittle friends, and I know which one of 'em he'll be missin' ov'a all the others." He had been so close to her, closer than she had let any person, good or bad, get to her before. And she loathed the way her struggling made him grin even wider.

"Care to take a guess, my duckie?" Closer still.

"You will leave my friends alone! You will not harm Robin!"

"Tsk tsk, backtalkin' the teacher gets studen' nowhere!"

It was then that she knew not of any other pain before. The searing, violent rush through her body made her bones shiver and her head suddenly split in crushing pain, her arms beginning to grow limp at her sides, the restrains easing as they did so. It was too easy. He had the stronger power over her, and she knew it. And yet all that power came from...

Days had passed since then. But she still remembered it clearly. It was hard to forget.

She had awoken mere hours afterwards, more pain rushing into her head as she tried to move. She waited a few moments, then gently lifted a hand, surprised that she had not been restrained. Slowly opening her eyes she found that she was contained in a bright, white room, various chairs dotting the seemingly endless, stretching walls, their black fabric stark against the crisp white. She gently pressed a hand down. Soft. She lifted her head cautiously, the pain now numbing somewhat, and looked down to where her hand lay.

A bed. White.

Her eyes grew wide, then her brow began to furrow, a thought crossing her mind oddly. He had been charitable enough to leave her in a room, and one with such luxuries as a soft bed?

She had lifted her upper torso now, swinging her legs carefully over the side of the bed, standing slowly but surely after she did so. Her head had begun to clear now, the pain only dull and throbbing slightly. Looking around the room she found it to be not as big as she thought; the walls merely ended a few feet away from her, and the chairs were not numbered as nearly as many. Catiously, she walked around the room, her hand touching the smooth surface of the walls as she did so. When she had made a complete circle, ending up back at the bed, she noted somewhat anxiously that there had been no clear exit. Was she contained within this room forever?

The moment the thought began crossing her mind a sudden jolt of pain throbbed through her head again, a gasp escaping from her lips. She doubled over as it surged through her, her arm reaching out for the bed that lay just behind her form. Grasping the material of the cover tightly she moved herself over to it, collapsing onto the soft warmth, another gasp emitting from her.

"You." Through gritted teeth she spoke out into the room, her voice echoing, bouncing off the walls. "You are behind this - " She gasped again, her hand flying up to her forehead in reaction. " - Pain!" The word was drawn out, it's meaning fully realised.

"Quite the contrary, duckie!" The all too familar voice chucked in reply, seeming to be mere meters away from her. But that was impossible; there had been no one else in the room, and especially not -

"Anytime you wan' it to stop, poppet. Jus' say the word." He was here. She felt his breath against her ear, a sick feeling washing over her. She shuddered, her breath raggered as she breathed out.

A silence passed between the two, not a single sound coursing through the crisp room.

"What is - " Another gasp. " - The word you speak of." It was not a question she posed to him; a demand, anything to stop the pain and clear her head for at least just a few moments. She had not tried any of her powers in fear that something far worse would be done to her, but if they still worked she might have a chance. Might.

She could feel his sick grin behind her, the cold eyes boring into her back, thankful she had burried her head into the warmth of the covers.

"No' a word, more like a - " He paused. " - phrase of sorts."

She gave a growl of anger, her form curling up even more on the white, stark bed. "You will tell me!" Her voice was slightly muffled, but there was no denying the need behind it. She couldn't stand it much longer, and not only the pain. She hated how she could feel his form lingering over the bed, the smug look splayed across his face. What had made him so angry to have waged an attack on herself and her friends she did not know, but she would not give him the satisfaction of control over her much longer.

"Give yourself ov'a to me, an' I promise this - " Her skin began to prickle as she felt a cold finger pass itself over her forehead; a seemingly innoccent gesture, but not one that didn't make her shudder in rupulsion. It was soon gone though and another chuckle escaped the lips of the man above her. " - will be no more. How's abou' it, my pet?"

Give herself? The term was not foreign to her, she had almost been betrothed to a man back home and she certaintly knew the feeling, but this was different. This didn't concern him wanting who she was, or perhaps even the way she looked, it was a matter of her life. And even to a greater extent, the lives of her friends. She would never endanger them...but perhaps he would end her life if she did not comply to his rules? She could not think straight under the searing pain in her forehead, and he of course could -

"I accept." She could not believe the words had escaped her mouth, but as soon as she had said them she felt the pain melting away, her body relaxing into it's normality. In all but a few moments the pain had completely gone. Her eyes fluttered open and adjusted slowly to her surroundings, preparing to see a dark figure looming above her. But there was nothing there. Just the white room. Exactly the same as before.

Sans a black and white outfit folded perfectly onto a chair.