A/N: So I was tossing this idea round my head last night, and I typed up this little prologue while puppysitting for my mum. While this prologue is through Wade's POV, to start things off, the first chapter and probably most of the rest of this will be Peter's POV

Oh and I've taken lines from songs by Young the Giant that I'll put at the beginning of each chapter, each line I picked out I think will tie in well to Wade and Peter and their relationship.

When All the Gates Have Closed

Prologue

Clank!

The sound of the metal gate slamming shut makes him flinch, giving a weak moan. He soon feels heat close to his raw cheek, and squints an eye open, attempting to recoil away from the sickening grin above him.

"Hungry, brother?" He hears Ramsay ask.

He shudders, cold hitting the wounds all over his body, and he looks down to Ramsay's hands, where he's holding a hunk of mouldy bread. Ramsay drops it into the pool of semi-dried blood in front of Wade, before he straightens, that shit-eating look still plastered on his face, his eyes twinkling in the light of his current torture.

"Oops,"

There's no sound of remorse, of course. Ramsay doesn't feel remorse for a single thing he does, that became apparent to Wade when he had watched his mother sliced to pieces before him.

Wade hadn't known anything of his father until a little over a month ago, when Roose Bolton had been passing through the village he and his mother lived in. His mother tended the bar, had been doing so for the past twenty years, and when Roose Bolton had passed through Moat Cailin nineteen years earlier, he'd found her pleasurable enough to share his bed for the night.

His mother never attempted to contact him when Wade was born 9 months later, knowing who the Bolton's were, and preferring to raise her bastard son alone. When Lord Bolton had returned, his newly titled bastard Ramsay at his side, and spotted Wade helping his mother clear tables, he'd left a bag of gold and a grim smile, barely sparing Wade a glance as he carried on.

But Ramsay it seemed, had cared a lot more than their father had. He left with his father of course, but less than a week later he returned, a few twisted face men grabbing Wade's mother, and before he'd had a chance to even process what was happening, they slammed his head down on a table, Ramsay leaning in to whisper in Wade's ear "So lovely to meet you brother, your mother really is a beauty, in spite of her age… Shame,"

Wade crunched his eyes shut at the memory, a voice in his head screaming I'LL KILL YOU YOU SICK FUCK while he attempted to clear the image of his mother's skin falling to the floor in chunks, one of Ramsay's companions laughing as he raped her.

Wade finally opened his eyes again, glaring at the man before him, who was currently sitting on the large wooden table across the room, legs swinging as he crunched down on an apple.

"Shove… it up… your ass, Bolton," he spat, kicking the bread away, holding in the wince as his flayed foot scraped the stones.

Ramsay tsked at him.

"Really now, brother, that's all we could spare from the pig slop! You should be thankful I brought you anything," He jumped from his spot on the table, leaning forward as he approached, and Wade did his best not to flinch, keeping his eyes level with his half-brother's. It was like looking into a sick mirror, as Ramsay's eyes were an almost identical blue to his own. He hated having anything in common with this man, but it couldn't be helped. "Anyway, just thought I'd let you know that you'll be getting a brief reprieve from our brotherly bonding. Father and I are going to meet my lovely new bride-to-be," He paused, the smile on his face widening sadistically, "Don't miss me too much, brother,"

Clank!

Wade released the breath he'd been holding.

Ramsay was leaving.

Now's our chance.

We don't know how long he'll be gone for…

You wanna stay and find out?

Wade straightened, trying his best to push the voices back. They'd started not long after he'd been brought to the dungeons under the Dreadfort, pushing themselves to the front of his consciousness after Ramsay had moved the flaying up to his face. It had been excruciating, and it had brought the still-fresh memories of his mother's gruesome death to the forefront of his mind, until something had obviously snapped.

Yeah, watching your mother be ripped apart by your psychotic half-brother will do that.

We don't have time to keep thinking about this. Get your crusty ass out of this dungeon.

Wade nodded, pulling his wrists from the shackles that held them. He'd discovered he could come loose a few days earlier, because of the amount of skin and muscle that had been torn from his hands, though having them scrape against the rough iron did nothing to help any sort of healing. He pushed himself away from the wall, stumbling briefly when one foot slipped in the blood below.

There wasn't much in this cell, besides the various instruments of torture, but Wade's crumpled and bloodied shirt was still in one corner. He staggered over, picking it up and inhaling sharply as he dragged the rough cotton over his mangled flesh. Wade grabbed one of the long knives from the table as he finally turned to the cell door.

He wouldn't leave straight away, he didn't want to risk Ramsay still being nearby. So, he leaned against the door for what seemed like hours, keeping his breathing as steady as possible as he listened for any noise outside. Nothing but the faint noise of dogs barking, horses stamping and the occasional muffled scream. Wade inhaled deeply, clutching the knife tighter.

Good thing the blacksmith back home taught you how to defend yourself.

Old man Freed probably didn't expect us to be caught in this sort of situation… Probably only taught us in case we got a bit too handsy with the farmer's daughters and they came after us.

Wade shook his head mumbling a soft "Be quiet," before he finally clenched his fist around the handle of the cell door.

A/N: Let me know what you think! It'll be from Peter's POV from here on out (for the most part anyway, I might do little switches here and there) but yeah :)