The Color Red
Chapter One
"Get. Up." The red-eyed tallest said in a menacing, stern tone at the cowering shadow on the floor.
"Red, I-I can't… I think you've broken my ribs, I can't brea-"
"I said: Get. Up." he hissed.
"Red, really… I don't think I can…" The purple one forced a whisper through clenched teeth. It was obvious someone had handled him with a vigor his thin, frail body couldn't handle. He was wearing something that had once resembled a pair of shorts. They were ripped in places, missing pieces. He was pushed up against the wall, lying on his side in the dimly lit hallway. All he could do was look at the other side of the hallway, barley registering Red's feet hovering inches off the ground in front of him. He tried to look up, all he could see were two ruby eyes, lit with anger. He couldn't keep the gaze; he was forced to look away.
"Pur, I won't say it again… Get. Up."
Purple tried to lift himself up onto two bruised arms, but just the small movement of getting his arms under himself hurt. He cried out in pain, his thin sobs echoing down the hall. He always secretly hoped someone would hear, but the hope was impractical. He was deep within his own ship, in a hallway no one probably even knew existed.
"Fine! Fine. You won't do as I say even when I ask nicely, I'll just have to MAKE you do it," Red bent down to grab Purple's arm, but Purple involuntarily twitched away from Red's vice grip. He knew the moment he felt it that was the wrong thing to do. Red raised an eyebrow before standing back up. He gave an irritated sigh.
"Pur, honestly. You make no sense. You won't move when I ask you nicely, but you will when I'm being nice enough to help? I was trying to help you up, since I know you're hurt. But I can see now that you don't care if I was trying to be nice, you only care about you. Well, Pur, that's going to change. You'll only have the strength and willpower to care about what I'm doing by the time I'm done with you, do you know that?" he gave his slight speech in a quiet, frightening tone. All Purple could do was lie on the ground, crying softly to himself, coughing or sniffing occasionally. Red gave another irritated sigh, and bent down once more.
Leaning in next to Purple's face, he asked, "Are you going to get up, or not?"
Purple didn't answer.
"Okay, that's it. I've had enough," Red forcefully grabbed Purple's arm. He cried out in protest. Red dragged the purple Tallest to his feet, where he fell against the wall, trying to keep himself from falling over. He could have sworn he had a twisted ankle. He could hardly stand to put any weight on his left leg. Red glanced up and down his former co-ruler. What a pathetic mess. Bruised because he couldn't defend himself, broken bones because he wasn't strong, crying because of a weak mind, whimpering because he was scared. Red was trying to help him, trying to make him stronger. And possibly have some fun while doing it. Pur would thank him… At least he still hoped so.
"Red, if I could have my hover belt-" he took in a long, painful breath, pleading, "I would be able to move better, I swear-" Pur shrank into the wall, eyes growing ever wider and fearful as he watched Red's hand snap into position to hit him across the face, he whispered, "…please don't hit me, Red. Please…"
Red's even breathing was un-nerving, but his hand did not move from its position raised near his face. He stared at Purple for a full 10 seconds before lowering his hand, expression never changing. Purple jumped when Red spoke quietly.
"Pur, I won't hit you."
Disbelief ran across Purple's face as he relaxed the tiniest bit, "You… won't?"
"No."
Purple was perplexed, to say the least. He relaxed a little more, Red had never lied before. Never. Now he was getting closer. Red put an arm on either side of Purple, placing his hands against the wall. Purple had no where to shrink but into himself. Red's face came unsettlingly close to Purple's. Purple wasn't so relaxed anymore.
"I won't hit you, Pur. That's not imaginative enough coming from me. I can do better than just hit you, and you know that. Thank you for stopping me, obviously knowing I can do better." Red said, amused with himself. Purple fearfully looked into Red's eyes before fainting and falling to the floor. Red watched him slide down the wall, never moving. He looked down at the crumpled mess at his feet as he lightly pushed himself off of the wall.
"See? I told you I wouldn't hit you…" Red smirked. A small muted beep came from Red's pak.
"Oh dear… Looks like I have to go," He took a glace to either side of the hallway.
"We can't have you getting lost down here. I'll help you out here, okay? I know how much you're looking forward to out next session together, and I wouldn't want you getting overexcited! You might hurt yourself more than you have already," he said in mock kindness. He grabbed the rope that was lying near by from last time, and began to tie Purple's arms and legs together. Purple was regaining conscious to the feeling of ropes being tied around his arms and legs.
"R-red… please don't…" he tried to say, "I promise I won't go anywhere, you don't need to do thi-" He was cut off by a gag around his mouth. He tried to talk but all that came were muffled sounds. His eyes were filled with worry and tears as the red-eyed tallest put a blindfold over them.
"There. Now I don't need to worry about you going anywhere," he said in his quiet, level voice. He took one last look at the trembling shadow on the floor, and left.
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