Prologue

"No, no please!" Her scream was shrill. Desperate. High pitched and echoed. Like a broken violin string. Never had she thought she would beg in such a way, especially when it was for the usually unbeatable people in her life. "D-Don't hurt them anymore, please I'm begging you!"

Her tears were falling like their blood. She could only sit and watch. Stare and struggle. Her heart was pounding with the restlessness she felt. Mind in turmoil. Watching. That was all she could do.

A nutty laugh fell from bloodstained lips. "What? You want me to keep going?" A feral grin rested on his face, eyes shining with bloodlust. His hand raised and dropped, her nakama's blood spraying against her face and stinging like acid.

"No!" The strangled scream was piercing as she thrashed in dread. "Gray!"

Scarlet red blood stained his pale skin in a horrifying contrast. He spluttered, his shaky hands closing over the wound with his eyes wide and beginning to lose focus. "L-Lucy…"

His fists moved in the way they always did when he was using magic. He was trying to freeze the wound. But it was futile. They were beaten. There was no escape. No magic would come to their rescue now; their captor had made sure of that.

"Why?" She screamed, watching as her friend's head dropped to the floor, unconscious. "Why are you doing this?"

The man through his head back and laughed. His shaggy dark hair swayed over his eyes as he turned to look at her with a sardonic expression. "Do I need a reason?" He asked. "Is hearing your wonderful screams not a reason? Watching your expression as I tear your friends to shreds?"

Her hands drew into bone-white fists. With thunder on her face, she yelled. "You – You're a monster!"

"Oh!" He bounced in his seat in childish glee. "I am? How wonderful!"

She surged forward ready to beat him into an early grave, but it was pointless. Her skin ached with rope-burn as she moved. Defeat settled in her stomach, but it did nothing to quell the storm in her heart.

"Now, now, dearie." He said mockingly, twirling the stained knife in his hand before pointing it sideways towards an unconscious woman with blood-red hair strapped to the wall in shackles. "You best behave or I'll have some fun with this one."

Her eyes narrowed into a helpless glare. Blonde hair fell over her face, casting a shadow. "Stop it!" She choked. "Please!"

He ignored her like she was just a bug under his shoe. "Hm, perhaps you would like it if I did it to him instead?" He pointed the knife to a pink-haired man laying against the wall with shackles on his wrists and legs, out cold.

"Leave them alone!" She shouted in panic. "If you want to hurt someone, hurt me instead! Please, just don't hurt my nakama!" More tears flooded her eyes, and she could barely make out their captor's face as he leaned in close to her, sneer tugging on his lips.

"And why would I do that?" He cackled. "By doing this it would be more painful, am I correct? Emotionally, I mean. Of course, of course! This is perfect! 'Lucky' Lucy Heartfilia, my next target. Like mother, like daughter, they say!"

Her heart stopped. "…M-Mother?"

He leant towards her eagerly, his breath making her turn her head away in disgust. "Did I not mention it? Oh, dear. I am very sorry for not making it clear. Let me spell it out for you. I specialize in curses, those specifically dark. One of my… patients was your mother, per se."

She opened her mouth. To shout, to scream, to question, she didn't know. She didn't get the chance to. The last thing she saw was his face changing to an expression of fear and a long, ragged cloak before the walls around her exploded, and her consciousness swept to dust.

Of course it is short, it's a prologue.

Okay let's get one thing straight – this is not a story to be taken seriously. This is just a side story I'm going to write to get stuff off my chest, which is why it will be a little dark. There is no certainty for updates, so please, don't ask for them. It's just another idea that is too big to keep in my head, and I need it out so I can focus on more important things in my life. Read to your own attention; I am not to blame if you get frustrated about anything in this story. It's not like anyone would read this anyway, it's pretty crap. Adios. *waves hand in shoo motion*

Oh, and someone, please suggest a better name for this story. Idk really on what to call it. Help.