Gladiator Queen

Hello everyone, this one's quite dark and violent so if you're sensitive to that kind of stuff then don't read. The only plus side to that I suppose is that the sex scenes will be *tss* hot! I don't know about the pairing(s) in this one, so just drop a pairing in your reviews no matter how whacky it may seem. Thank you! It takes place after the GMG and Tartarus doesn't happen. Also, I will try and keep the beginning and end author notes to a bare minimum cause honestly, who reads these? I hardly do.

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Fairy Tail, Hiro Mashima does.

Chapter 1: Captive

Lucy's pov:

The sharp smack of flesh on flesh rang rhythmically in the mostly empty cell block. The guards stationed at their appointed posts paid no mind to the blocks only inhabitants, ignoring the groans and pained cries that came from down the hall. A triumphant shout sounded before silence ascended again. The eerie quiet was dispelled after a moment, the rattle of a chain coming soon after accompanied by a dark chuckle. An ear splitting scream turned blood curdling before it was abruptly silenced, a sickening crack the final sound before another dull thud of a body slumping to the ground. Lucy Heartfillia did everything in her power to ignore what was going on in the cell right across from hers. With palms pressed to her ears, she sang in her head as loud as she could to drown out her beloved friends dying scream. Helpless and powerless, she couldn't help the one person who helped in keeping her go on. She couldn't look, she couldn't see another one dead, especially her. The woman in the cell across hers, now a warm lifeless body, was part of her reason to keep fighting. Her name was Kansas, and she had a little four year old girl named Rhiannon. They'd all been taken around the same time, all waking up to the same nightmare. The women became quick friends, despite the hellish circumstances and she became an honorary aunt to little Rhiannon. They tried to figure out why they'd been taken specifically but no one could come up with anything, especially with the two women being the only level headed people in the block. The others started shouting as soon as the questions led into dangerous territory, hyperventilating in some cases and having panic attacks in others. That didn't lead anywhere productive. The next day though, they found out what they were there for. The guards, men and women alike in full armour and grotesque masks, had forced Kansas and her mom apart, whisking the girl away with the other children to another section of the compound, the echoes of their parent's pleas and cries on the heels of their departure. She was right along with them. Then the adults were taken to separate rooms, any resistance getting there was met with harsh and brutal punishment. Same consequences with questions. She knew because she'd asked about her keys once. Only once. Now, a thick 'x' scar sat above her heart. In these rooms, they were subjected to experiments. They were guinea pigs. The point of the experiments was unclear, whenever the doctors and scientists in white talked, she was delirious from either the drugs, the pain or both. Not that knowing mattered…yet. Each experiment was different, never the same one twice. She had once heard from one prisoner, a man of 60 named John, that they had castrated him only to try and regrow the lost organ. It was defiling and disgusting. He wasn't the only one. Other prisoners came back misshapen or mutated one way or the next. Strangely, she and Kansas were the only ones untouched by such horror. Even so she had barely survived her tests, the amount of pain she suffered was almost unreal yet somehow she feared more for Rhiannon and the children far more than she did herself and Kanas combined. If this is how they treated the adults then how did they treat the little ones? She only hoped that the little girl was still alive. Another dark chuckle knocked her out of her thoughts, chilling her to the bone with fear. She was the only one left. He knew it, she knew, the goddamned world knew it. She was the last survivor. Kansas cell door dragged open, the murderer's heavy footsteps echoing in the eerily silent block, painfully dragging out his departure. He stopped just outside of her own cell. She didn't move from her position in the centre, keeping still as water and portraying that she was just as calm. Her heart was running a mile a minute, thump after heavy thump symphonizing with the rush of blood in her ears. It was so loud, and so fast, she was afraid he could hear it. She felt his eyes rake over her malnourished form, the intense stare he was subjecting her to was nearly crushing. Even with her back to him, she couldn't escape into herself; his suffocating presence, his cloying smell, his quiet, even breathing disrupting any train of thought, short circuiting her brain. Finally, after the longest moment in her life, he started walking away. She thought she was safe. She was wrong. He paused again at the door, holding it open. "Soon little girl, we'll have our time," he hissed softly, the words reaching her ears as if he'd been standing right over her shoulder, whispering them. She flinched when the heavy metal door slammed shut, the guards on the other side unaffected, unlike herself. She slapped a hand over her mouth to keep the strangled sobs from bursting out, vaguely aware of the tears that were dripping off her face, the meagre contents of her stomach threatening to upheave. A gurgling sound behind her drew a fresh bout of terror. No, she can't still be alive. "Lu…cy." She whipped around, scraping her knees in her fast efforts to press against the bars closest to Kansas' cell. Her eyes widened. Her clothes were torn, splotches of blue and black marring random portions of her skin, a deep, running red smile carved into her throat, painting her crimson. Her neck was bent at an unnatural angle, blood and semen trickled out from between her ravaged thighs. It was a cruel miracle how someone could still be alive after such torture, but knowing Kansas, her brief survival was out of sheer stubbornness than fates design. Kansas was half leaning, half falling against the bars near her mattress, red and white pooling around her as she slowly choked on her own blood. But despite that, her amethyst eyes locked onto Lucy's own brown orbs, desperation, pain and fast fading life pushing her next words out. "Rhi…anon…keep…safe…pro…mise." She choked out, the gurgling sound becoming more pronounced and sickening. "I promise," Lucy whispered sorrowfully, her limbs trembling with the force of her sadness, sobs wracking her body. "I promise!" Somehow Kansas managed a soft half smile before closing her eyes for a final time, the blood around her spreading like searching fingers, dark red stark against white tiles. She died right in front of her. Someone she loved just as much as the members of her guild and there was nothing she could have done to save her. Fuck! She squeezed her eyes shut and curled in on herself, hugging her knees to her chest. When she first woke up, so long ago, there had been over a hundred occupants. Now, there was only one. Fairy Tail, where are you? Please, save me. Save us. I'm so damn scared. Help us.

? pov:

He felt something akin to respect as he stared at her still form, the proud set to her shoulders and the straight column of her spine. The game master's final result. She didn't making a sound. Unlike her companion. Sure she didn't scream half as much as he wanted her to but he took what he could get. That last scream was especially delicious. The brunette had disobeyed orders from one of the scientists, some asshole he didn't care to remember the name of. Apparently her little defiance caused them a whole lot of trouble with undesirable results. So, they brought him in to 'relieve' her of her duty as a lab rat. But hey, they didn't say how she had to go. The dirty blonde hair, knotted with grime and grease, hung wildly around and down her back, the ends skimming the floor. Her body was much more slender than when he'd first seen her but that didn't extinguish her feminine curves, if anything, they were more pronounced. Unknown to her, he was the one to bring her in. He'd seen her walking on a rail with the grace of a cat one night when he himself was just walking around. It intrigued him. So he took her. And damn was he glad he did. She had big tits, a great body and a pretty face, just the way he liked them. Definitely beautiful, definitely fuckable. He smirked. If he was lucky, he'd be able to play with her a little before they sent her to central for the final phase of the master's plan. However, contrary to his normal version of play, the kind he had in mind had nothing to do with pain…unless she resisted. Deliberately slow, he stepped out of his dead toy's cell, picking up his equipment on the way to stand in front of hers. She still didn't react. Damn it'll be fun breaking her. With a small smirk, he turned on his heel and walked back out the way he came in; the door. He paused at the entrance, thinking up one last attempt to get a reaction out of her. "Soon little girl, we'll have our time," he said lowly. The room was sound-sensitive so he knew she heard every word. Still nothing. He slammed the door shut behind him.

Fairy Tail's pov:

Makarov stared sadly down at his brats. He didn't want to do this, he really didn't but after six months of searching for her, it had to be done. Drawing in a deep, steadying breath, he called his guilds attention. "Brats," he gazed solemnly into the eyes of every member. "I'm calling off the search…and declaring Lucy Heartfillia, dead." For what seemed like eternity, there was no sound, just deafening silence; not even the outside noise filtered in. Taking advantage of their shock, he reluctantly pressed on. "The search for her has been…hard, to say the least. She was our light, one of the babies of the guild, our celestial mage. I know none of you want to give up but if we don't give ourselves the closure we need, it will be too much pain for one family to bear." Thick streams ran down his wrinkled face, the tears collecting into a pitiful puddle at his feet.

"Luce ain't dead Ji-chan," Natsu growled from his teams table, shadows masking his eyes. His response struck a chord in the rest and pretty soon, the whole guild was in uproar.

"We can't just give up now!"

"That's not what she would have done!"

"Lucy is not dead!"

"SHUT UP!" His enraged roar echoed in the sudden silence. Seeing his face stopped any form of defiance. Sadness, distress, anger, but most of all pain twisted his features into a mask of messy emotion. His teeth gnashed, almost grinding in his effort to keep from openly crying. "She's been gone six months, taken without a trace. Who knows what is happening to her right now and we can't do anything about it! Or if she's even still alive!" His heart seized with an emotion he hoped to never feel again; hopelessness. A deep, acidulous burn started in the centre of his chest, spreading like molasses until it enveloped his entire being. He hated it. He hated that he didn't know where one of his children was, if she was alive, if she was hurt. He said he didn't pick favourites, but he did and she was it, his favourite daughter. It's how her team got away with so much, how they were still together. She was the embodiment of a Fairy Tail mage, so full of life and light it was nearly suffocating to be in her presence. His aged heart had felt many heartaches over the years but that didn't make bearing it any easier. "Two weeks from now, we will hold a service and a funeral for her, for our nakama. Be there," he said softly. No one protested when he turned away and went back into his office, closing the door behind him. Only then did the tears, from both parent and children, fall.

Normal pov:

It was some time later when the guards came for her remains, the murderer right there with them. They didn't even have the decency to clothe her body before dragging her carcass away, a trail of blood dripping and smearing the floors behind them. Lucy watched with cold, deadly eyes, committing every detail to memory. After a good cry, her sadness had given way to anger. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, not when her father had sent Phantom Lord, not when SaberTooth ridiculed her guild, not even when Minerva almost beat her to death for the sake of some twisted pissing contest. This was on a whole new level. Her stoic face, the coldness in her gaze chilled the guards to the bone. Hers wasn't the look of a prisoner but rather someone who could kill your whole family in front of you with a smile before starting on you. They did their best to avoid eye contact. She sat against the bars closest to Kansas cell, she hadn't moved from her post. The murderer was the easiest to identify, he stood out like a sore thumb. He was taller than Elfman by at least an inch but a little slimmer in build, closer to Laxus physique. Long spiky black hair hung loosely around his broad shoulders, framing his pale, rugged face. She didn't bother to note what he was wearing, wholly focused on his most memorable feature. His eyes. The whites of his eyes were black, the irises a bright yellow that stood stark against the black of his pupils. The eyes of a killer. He flashed her a smile that would've been called charming if not for those eyes. To her, it was just another way to identify him. His canines were longer than Natsu's and had a sharper point. Did he use his teeth to slice her neck? She could imagine so. Her eyes returned to the guards, ending their silent reprieve and effectively ignoring the taller man. He wasn't too happy about that. Lip curling up, he slammed a palm into her bars, bending to bring his face closer to hers. The guards jumped and squeaked like little girls but she remained unaffected, keeping her gaze trained on Kansas blood trail the guards were cleaning up. "It's such a shame you didn't watch the previews, and after I put on such a great show for you! I honestly expected more politeness from someone of your background, Lucy Heart-filli-a," he cooed, a smirk transforming his face into a sinister expression. His voice sealed his fate. Visibly, she didn't react, acting as if she hadn't even heard him. Inside, she was a mess of scathing rage and retribution. Sharp, molten arrows pierced her heart over and over, heightening the venomous feeling crawling through her veins, spreading to infect her whole body. She didn't care that he knew about her background, having figured out long ago he was slightly obsessed with her. She knew from his tone that he was baiting her and she'd be damned if she lost it so soon. She had people to avenge first. Her ire rose the longer he stared but it was an act of sheer, iron will that she maintained her detached persona. "Huh? Are you so disappointed you missed your chance that you're speechless?" He taunted. Her emotionless response or lack thereof, was annoying and enticing him at the same time. She was a special sort of prisoner, he'd never seen someone so calm in her situation. Usually, especially the women, they were blubbering blobs of flesh crouched in the corner, terrified out of their minds and mumbling gibberish that made him laugh. None of that nonsense with her. Speaking of prisoners, he glanced around the near-empty room, they had better restock. His attention turned back to Lucy. He wanted to see her eyes again. He lowered even more, almost catching her stare when her eyes shot to the opposite side, evading his. He moved again, so did her eyes. It was like a game, one that was stretching his patience thin. Finally, his control snapped. He reached between the bars swiftly with an animalistic growl, barely brushing the collar of her jumpsuit before she spurred into action. Faster than should've been possible in her state, she pushed against the bars, shooting backwards and out of his reach. She dusted her collar off, removing any speck of him from her person. "Don't touch me," she said in a low, cold tone. He smiled, surprised, his arm still outstretched, his fingers grasping thin air. "She has a voice," he remarked. "I thought you'd lost it after my little show. I apologize for the mess but I simply couldn't resist." He withdrew his arm and sat outside her cell, watching her with the same intensity as she watched him. Now his interest had spiked higher. After this he'd go to the bastards upstairs and ask them for a little 'fun' time. If they refused well, what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them. "What is your name?" She asked. He quirked a brow. Of all the questions, she asked for his name. It was astonishing that she was even asking questions in the first place. How weird. "And why would you need my name?" He shot back, a lilting smile lifting his lips.

"Because I'd like to know the name of the man I'm going to kill."

Ooo, exciting! Summary: So basically, Lucy's been taken for unknown purposes and FairyTails given up on the search for her. I felt bad writing this because its only the beginning of her shitty fate however, its not all going to be bad. I will try to update as often as I can. Reveiw my story, tell me if theres any element I'm missing and give me some love (starts singing) I'm here for your entertainment!. BloodyIslander out.