A/N: This is a fill for the Gladiator Creed on the Kink meme.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything my friends
Warnings: Angst, blood
Summary: Altair was framed. All because he had morals. Now he's stuck playing these Gladiator games for all the noblemen. But he refuses to cooperate. They might as well kill him now. That is until he meets the enigma known as Malik. He might be his very downfall or make him the greatest man he ever was.
Prologue
It was supposed to be an exhibition match. That fucking Gaul! And now he is dead. There is blood everywhere. And he is dead. This was only supposed to be an exhibition match. I will kill him! And now he is dead. The shouts ring out for order. The shouts ring out for justice. The shouts ring out for blood. His shouts. His screams. There is blood everywhere. He must die! And now he is dead. Now there is more blood. His blood he thinks. Not the right blood. Never the right blood. It was supposed to be an exhibition match. Only to observe skill and nothing more. Let go of me! And now he is dead. He can no longer feel his arm. He can no longer feel him. No longer feel himself. I will have my revenge. Even if I die trying. It was only supposed to be an exhibition match.
But then why is his brother dead?
Kadar!
The pain of getting his arm cut off is excruciating, but nothing will ever compare to the pain he felt when-
Kadar.
His arm was made useless, so they had to remove it lest he die. They cauterize the wound. He writhes and screams in pain, the blue compassionate eyes of his friend are the last thing he sees before he passes out.
I am sorry for your loss.
When he wakes, they tell him he could no longer fight, but the glory he brought to this ludus is the only reason he is alive. They say his coin, their coin, has been taken away to compensate the damage he has caused. It was only supposed to be an exhibition match.
It does not matter. He was only a slave.
But he was my Brother.
What is done is done. I have no power over the Seats.
He has been charge to man the armor, weapon, and whatever else the ludus may require from him. But he no longer wants to be here. He wants to die. What is there to live for?
Revenge.
Oh, yes. That.