Ok now, so call me crazy, but I have really wanted to try a Stork/Cyclonis fanfiction, even though I'm more of a Finn/Cyclonis fangirl myself. Yeah Anyway, enjoy!
Betrayer and Savior, A Storm Hawks Fan fiction.
The darkness of the dungeon was something they were all used to now. So when the light came through the iron doors, everyone flinched. The Dark Ace stood smiling down at the beaten teenagers, surrounding each other for comfort. He kicked Aerrow in the side and laughed. "How long now, Storm brats? Three months or four? I can't remember."
Piper clenched her teeth. Of them all, Aerrow had been hit the worst with this failure. He was so quiet and secluded now. Nothing like the brave leader the rest of the team was used to. He laid there on the floor, letting the Dark Ace drive the tip of his boot into his tender side. All the months of darkness had left his spirit broken and his mind off.
Piper had fared better. She still had her wits about her and every now and again she would try to make an escape plan. But they never worked. She had lost any bit of hope for there escape, but at least she knew Master Cyclonis had no plans to kill them, she probly wanted to make them mental patients first, she was one sick character when if came to her war prisoners.
Junko was delusional, he still believed that the storm hawks could come back and win against the tyrannical empress. Piper was just glad he wasn't going crazy.
The lack of junk food had made Finn just a little bit tipsy. Okay, maybe a little bit was an understatement. Finn sat there watching the Dark Ace kick Aerrow with a dim little smile on his face.
By far the worst off though, was Stork. His lanky black hair now hung down past his shoulders and both his eyes were covered. His earrings had gotten infected at one point and he hadn't bothered to remove them. "Let them rot, I'm doomed anyway." Had been his remark. Stork was skin and bones, and his already tight uniform hung in almost baggy tatters around his horribly thin frame. Although his toenails had been nibbled to the stubs by an over hungry Radarr, his fingernails were long and eerie black like filed spikes. He never talked any more either, but he would hiss or whimper if you got to close.
The Dark Ace moved forward, prodding Finn with the tip of his boot. Finn fell backwards and lay that way, unmoving and blank. "Pathetic." The Dark Ace said. He moved on, ignoring Piper and making his way to Stork.
Stork sat stroking Radarr, who wined each time the merb's sharp fingernails found a new sore caused by dungeon ticks, but the dirty blue fuzz ball didn't move from his pearch on Stork's lap. The merb stared blankly at the wall, his lips moving but no sound could be heard.
"Master Cyclonis has a strange fascination with you, merb." The Dark Ace said, reaching down and pulling Stork to his feet. Stork swayed, his thin arms still clutching Radarr. The Dark Ace pulled Stork along. The merb followed with out so much as a back glace at the rest of his friends. Radarr whined again, his little pink fingers gripping the fabric of Stork's arm. The dungeon door swung closed and the former Storm Hawks were once again bathed in cool darkness.
Finn sat up, ice blue eyes dilated so they almost popped out of his head. "Hey." He muttered, blinking rapidly, "Were'd Stork go?" he asked, slumping back against the mossy floor.
