A/N: No, this is not yaoi. No, I will not be making it yaoi. Yes, I know it would be more popular if it WAS yaoi. Thanks!
So, this is a very bloody torture fic, so just know you were warned. Don't be gettin' sick on me or anything. It's rated M for a reason people! It's not going to be a sappy friendship fic, but I think I'll start to build a love\hate relationship with Ghirahim and Link. Again, not yaoi.
Enjoy!
Yes! A way out!
Link could not have thanked the Mogma enough for the favor he had done for the young hero, and as he submerged his hands in dirt, he felt a small sense of hope forming in his chest. If he could get out from behind these bars, there was a chance he could still win and get the rest of the song he needed to finish his mission. Then he could find Zelda, get rid of Demise, and this whole 'save the world' nonsense would be over.
His head went into the ground as his train of thought continued, and by the time he made it to his shoulders, he had determined to find all of his weapons and the fire dragon post haste so something like this wouldn't happen again.
He managed to get to his waist, and his arm broke through to the other side. He smiled to himself, reaching forward with his other hand when he felt five fingers close around his ankle and give a hard jerk. It didn't pull him out, but it did get a good bit, and Link was just barely hanging onto the edge anymore, his stomach on down—or up—exposed.
A solid object sank into his gut, and he lurched forward, hitting his head on the rock that surrounded him and nearly losing his grip. He quickly reached down and grasped the opening with both hands, pulling himself deeper.
Stupid Bokoblin. That's okay, though… shouldn't be too hard to shake off…
"What an irksome skychild."
Link froze. That was not a Bokoblin. In fact, there was only one person who called him that, or had a voice that… uh… interesting.
"You irritate me more and more each time we encounter each other."
Link managed to get his head into the hole and he braced himself against the dirt ceiling, not allowing himself to be pulled into the floor above.
I have to get out of here! I have to help Zelda!
"What's this? Resistance?"
The unmistakable cackle of the Demon Lord was muffled by the earth, but still audible, and Link winced when his left leg was bent in an unnatural way and something heavy came down on it. The other leg—the one Ghirahim still held—was pulled taught. Link clawed at the soil, trying to get a handhold of some sort. Anything to help him escape whatever the sadistic maniac had planned for him.
Burning pain seared through his knee as a blade was driven in the back and twisted out before returning via thigh, leaving in the same manner, and reentering en route ankle.
Link held his breath through the first two tortures, but as the sword spiraled through the cartilage in the small joint, Link's mouth opened and an irrepressible scream escaped his lips, echoing off of the walls.
Ghirahim's laughter could be heard once again as the knife came down, creating more screams.
"Didn't I tell you I would make your ears bleed? Feel anything wet and warm yet, Link?"
Link did feel something wet and warm, but it came from his legs rather than his ears. His face was hot, but it was from the blood rushing to his head—not because he had pierced his eardrums.
No handholds, no weapons, I'm upside down… shoot! I'm really stuck!
Link really couldn't do a thing save himself, and that in it of itself was terrifying. He couldn't go forwards, and he couldn't go backward unless someone pulled him out, and Ghirahim was content to keep him where he was. Even if he did get out, he was still without his weapons and it wouldn't do much good.
Ghirahim gave a small tug, pulling Link out more, but not setting him completely free. Link waited in heart-stopping silence while Ghirahim stalled. Seconds seemed like hours while he squirmed in the tunnel, trying to push himself out, but only succeeding in cutting his hands open.
"Uncomfortable, Link? You seem to be wiggling quite a bit."
Link panted in the hole, losing stamina faster than blood, which seemed hard to believe. He imagined his green clothing was now a lovely shade of red, as he was soaked through his pants, chainmail, and undergarments with the life liquid.
The distinct, high-pitched zing of a sword being wielded, and Link's leg was thrown to the ground, making him twist as the wounds in the appendage were aggravated. A long line of pain over his lower back formed, swift and sharp. It was followed by another, and then another, and then more.
He's going to kill me… he's actually going to do it!
The blood from above splashed down the hole and into his mouth, making him choke. His vision blurred and started to black out from the blood now pounding his skull from the inside. Ghirahim's snicker still echoed in his mind though he had long ago stopped laughing, and his hands dropped blood into the chamber below, calling the monsters to his scent.
"St… STOP!"
Ghirahim was tickled pink, and he shivered in pure pleasure as his victim cried out again and again. He clenched his fist and formed a blade of darkness in his hand, throwing the battered leg against the floor, seeing the boy in the pit writhe in agony.
He stood over the twisting form and raised the blade, bringing it down smooth and sweet against the 'hero's' flawless skin. The screams echoed in the ground below, and Ghirahim could almost feel the ground shaking with the vibrations coming from his mouth.
Then suddenly, a detached sound from the rest. A very different noise above the ruckus.
"St… STOP!"
Ghirahim did not stop, as that would be far too soft of him, but instead drove harder, thinking over the odd situation.
The skychild has never spoken a word to me. He's always so silent and leaves me to my monologue. Rude and disrespectful human can't even carry a conversation. However… I wonder if perhaps I can urge him to speak more.
A wicked grin spread over his features, showing his fangs.
"What did you say, Link? I'm afraid I couldn't hear you clearly."
Ghirahim held the sword high and in both hands, driving it through Link's hip and listening to the vocal ricochets that followed.
"AGH! P-please! St—"
Then nothing.
The human was not an idiot, and he knew it was showing weakness to beg in such a pathetic way. Ghirahim knew that, but he wasn't satisfied with what he had gotten, and he would not stop here. Not until the skychild was begging for mercy at the monster's feet where he belonged.
"You stopped singing to me, Link. Why? It was such a lovely song."
Ghirahim whipped the blade out and swung it in a wide arch, slicing deeply into the already tattered skin. Link jerked, banging his head against the rocks again and letting out a scream. Ghirahim drove it deep into the flesh on Link's recently healthy leg and tore it back out, hearing the shrill wails again.
The sound sent vibrations down his spine, and he wanted to hear more. He hated this child—this spoiled rotten brat who had everything handed to him. A guide, a school, a girl, a precious bird, a place among heroes. Everything. He wanted… he wanted to hurt him. That was all he wanted.
Ghirahim drove it down in again, and Link failed his pride a second time.
"St—stop! Pl…please… please sto…p… I can't… please…"
The body started to go limp, twitching only occasionally and shifting everyone once in a while as a groan escape the small opening. Ghirahim crouched down and straddled Link's hips, fingers tracing patterns in the blood on the teen's back, fingers curling through the tunic and chainmail.
"You know, Link, you shouldn't be ashamed of begging. You must follow your human instincts like the animal you are, and if they tell you to survive, well…" Ghirahim shrugged, grinning at the stiff body beneath him. "You don't like that? Terribly sorry, I'll watch myself next time. Not as if you could do anything though. Not like this."
Ghirahim finally ceased the child's torment and pulled Link up out of the hole, dropping him on the ground and kicking him to the side.
"You know what, Link? I'm not going to take your little playthings away from you." He stalked over to the quivering young one like a panther tailing its next meal. "I'm going to show you the generosity from my heart and give you a fair chance. But…" Ghirahim knelt down close to Link's head, tangling the hazel locks in his graceful fingers. "...understand that you can run time and time again like the futile, worthless human you are, but I will always find you. I will drag you back, and eventually, those darling little ears of yours will bleed."
He reached down and took hold of the fire hoops Link had acquired earlier in his travels and gave a good twist, pulling the child's face closer to his own. Link whimpered—yes, whimpered—and pushed himself away landing back on the ground with a solid thud.
"Get… away from me."
Ghirahim smirked. "If you insist, skychild."
Link was thrown to the far corner of the room, and Ghirahim appeared opposite of him, arms splayed in a gesture of innocence. "You had your chance. I asked you where the second Gate of Time was. I asked nicely. I even mentioned the rainbows and giggles." There was a thick layer of sarcasm over the words but his sneer covered most of it. "However, you chose to be difficult, and now? We play the game by my rules. And there are absolutely no rainbows when we play my way." Then he pranced towards the door, waggling his fingers at Link in an almost flirtatious manner. "I shall see you later this evening, skychild. Perhaps you will be more inclined to conversation then."
The metal bars slammed with a bang, and Ghirahim disappeared in a shower of diamonds. His façade vanished and he threw his fist into the wall, sending stones scattering across the ground.
"Stupid skychild… I'll kill you—but not before I make you grovel at my feet for the mercy I will never give you."
A\N: Please review! Thanks! *heart*
