A/N: this just came to me. I don't know why, but it did… it'll just be a short story. Like four chapters.

Disclaimer: You'll know what I own.

Osmosian Torture Camp

Argit pushed the cast iron doors open, putting all his weight into it. "Here's the place, Kev," said the black and dark gray rat-like alien. "It's the biggest gold mine anyone could ever imagine."

Kevin's obsidian eyes darted around as he followed his old ally into the massive warehouse's room. What... the heck... was this?

People were hanging from the walls, chained there from their wrists like prisoners, thrashing against the restraints. Some were as limp as rag dolls. One or two were screaming out for help. Others cried. A lot of them were sobbing uncontrollably. Many were deathly pale, most likely dead.

"It's a camp where we can get them to absorb rocks." Argit's eyes glowed maliciously. He was evil at the core, through and through. "Like you can, but more." He stared at piles and crates and mountains of crystals and riches that had piles up in one corner that Kevin could only assume had been harvested from these people. People like him. Osmosians. "And I mine it off of them. Painlessly, of course."

The dark teen knew it wasn't painless. He'd been through it. It was anything but painless. "This is crazy, not to mention totally illegal to a whole new level for you, Argit. And, again, not to mention that it's just totally wrong."

"I owe you a lot of cash, Kevin. This is the only way I could find to make up for all that debt." Argit sharply elbowed Kevin's ribcage, a sinister smile playing across his lips. "Don't worry."

Kevin wasn't worried about Argit. He was concerned about the humane side of this. It clearly wasn't legal and he wasn't going to get in on this one. He had morals now. He had a reason to feel guilty for hurting people. Doing illegal things was wrong, but doing it to his own people was just disgusting. "No. I won't. My pay isn't worth this."

"Kev, it's an Osmosian Torture Camp. Created and run by yours truly. Now just trust me, will you?" Argit walked further forward, touching some of the many riches such as gold and silver and massive amounts of taedenite with his paw-like hands. "I'm going to pay you back, one way or another, whether you like it or not."

Some eyes lifted at the sound of a new voice as they had finally heard the sound of Kevin. The people hanging from the wall cried out like injured puppies at the sight of a new face, the sight of a possible savior. Someone who could help.

Kevin cringed at the word Osmosian. Now that he knew what he was, Kevin was proud of it. He wasn't about to announce to Argit what alien race he really was. Not after seeing this and hearing the words that Argit was saying. "You can't run a torture camp." Kevin's jaw clenched as he tried to muster up the words to stop his ex-partner's criminal behavior in a nicer way. "I won't let you."

"You and what army, Kev?"

"They're called the Plumbers," he said confidently. Kevin's dark eyes skirted around the room, taking in every detail. The moaning people. The beings that were going to die. They didn't deserve this. "You aren't going to hurt these innocent people."

They were thin and scrawny aliens. They looked so innocent and pitiful, stuck hanging on the cold stone walls. And whimpers of pain came from them, voices totally shot so that Kevin could hardly think of them as voices at all.

Argit's rat tail flicked back and forth in annoyance, sweeping up dust off the cold concrete floors. "I can hurt as many innocent people as I want. They had a good run."

Kevin glared at his old partner. "So they all had a good run? Even the young children you got hanging over there?" he flicked a finger up towards the second level of he building where all the smaller children were hanging. They were looking malnourished and sickly like skeletons with a thin skin draped over them. "They're going to die, Argit."

"So?" His arms had folded across his chest. "This is my business, Kev. You have no say in it. I'm using this to pay you off."

Kevin turned, sickened. He couldn't take on Argit. At least not now. But he wasn't going to let all these poor people be tortured and starve to death. He was going to let them free as soon as he got the chance. And it'd come soon enough.

The dark teen left the building with Argit yelling after him, "You'll be back to collect the pay, Kevin!"

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~Sky