Day in and day out, the Signless was tortured. It was increasingly become unbearable for the Summoner to even listen to, he had been given the opportunity for forgiveness. The price that had been paid, was the Signless's freedom. He hated it, he didn't want the other to suffer as he was. At the hands of the highbloods, of all trolls. It was particularly the Grand Highblood that found enjoyment in making him bleed, though that was most likely due to his affiliation with blood. He was obsessed but no one dared to point that out, lest they become his next target. Right now though, he was too obsessed with the color red to even pay attention to anyone else.
At night, when all of the remaining trolls went to bed. The Summoner had risked a visit to the Signless, staring at the sight of his matesprit. His condition grew worse every time he visited, how he wanted to take him away and hide with him. But that was something that the Signless would have, not after all that he had sacrificed for the Summoner. He'd sooner die than subject the other to a life on the run, to a life that would yield only a dead end outcome.
Wheezing in pain, the Signless managed to lift his head and greet the Summoner with a pained smile. It tore the Summoner's heart to shreds, he wanted to curse the Highbloods for doing such a thing to the Signless. For now, though. He approached the Signless, caressing his bloodied face. A sigh escaped his chest, he tilted the Signless's chin up and kissed him gently. He was careful not to make too much noise or even hurt him too much, he knew that the other was in too much pain for him to be rough with him. When he drew away, he murmured against his ear. "I'm sorry...word has it that tomorrow... They're planning on giving the order for your execution.."
Eyes widened, a low rasping growl sounded from the Signless. "So, they're ending it..." it was nothing that he hadn't come to expect, relief shown in his eyes. "I'm dying anyway...and the Highblood is growing tired of his games..." he sighed and hung his head. "You shouldn't have come..." the Signless murmured, pausing only for a brief moment before he came. "But, I'm glad you did.. At least...I got to see you once more, Summoner." He lifted his head, an easy smile playing across his features before it was tainted by pain. The pain that he was feeling came from the bruises that he sported, a few fractures here and there but nothing life-threatening yet.
"I have to go now, I...I love you, Signless." He buried his face against the Signless's neck, inhaling his scent for what would be the last time. He kissed him briefly once more before he left, locking the door behind him. It was all he could do, he wanted to give the Signless one last memory of him before his execution tomorrow morning. Something that he would be able to remember before he was killed, he knew that he shouldn't attend. He would be in a wrecked state, his heart would die out with the Signless. He would attend anyway, he'd get his grieving out of the way tonight while he could and attend. For the sake of the Signless, he wanted to be there to let him know that he cared. That he didn't want this to happen.
The psionic had been detained and tortured, stuck in one of the cells lower down. His own powers were his curse in his torture, the more power he held. The stronger the shocks he felt were, it was a nasty case...one that he couldn't stop lest he give away his allegience and betray the Highbloods...again.
He made his way back to his room, which was furthest away from everyone elses. He had little risk of being heard, he closed the door behind him and locked it before he dropped onto his bed. There, he cried his heart out. Cried until he could no more and fell asleep from the course of action, his sleep was restless. There were no dreams, only night-terrors that haunted him. Night-terrors of the Signless's execution, he wanted to wake up but he couldn't. He didn't, not until the was a rough, heavy knocking at his door. It was followed by a growl, deep and rich. "Summoner! Get up, you lazy rustblood! It's close to the time of the execution!"
The Summoner jolted awake, toppling over off the side of his bed with a heavy thud. "Alright, alright..." he grumbled, dragging himself up from the floor. Today, he would see his matesprit killed... That thought struck him hard, he growled irritably from restless slumber. Not even sopor would have salvaged the night. The sounds of footsteps came from behind the door, they faded as their owner walked away to leave him to get ready.
The Summoner cleaned up as well as he wanted to and dressed in his warrior's outfit, lance tight in his grasp and a scowl on his face. The initial walk to the arena where the Signless was set to be killed took longer than he liked and it wasn't even long enough, it had only been a matter of moments before he reached his destination. It was already crammed, filled with the remaining loyal trolls which was a fair number. He took his place that the Grand Highblood's side, who merely grunted at his presence. The Condensce scowled his way, he bared his fangs at her in retaliation. It wouldn't sit well with her but the Grand Highblood snarled at her as well, when she rose to silence him. "Now is not the time for bickering, you foolish seadweller."
Rising to his feet, the Capricorn raised his claws and roared out to the crowd. "LET THE EXECUTION BEGIN!"
Cheers erupted from the crowd, some screaming for blood, some in disgust at the Signless as he was dragged out from where two guards had been holding him. The Summoner noticed how he could no longer stand, how he had to be supported by one while the other guard anchored him to the stone that would become his deathbed.
The Summoner stared in rigid silence, his face blank though his emotions were whirling at rapid speeds inside him. Hate, disgust, fear, sadness, and mostly the longing to take the Signless away from here. It was too late, he should have moved sooner and made arrangements to help him escape. His own life be damned, the Signless had given him what no other had dared to even mention.
What happened next moved in a blur, the Summoner barely knew what was happening until it was already too late. Save for a lengthy beating, before he was actually put out of his misery, the Signless barely moved now. He hadn't even cried out from the pain, his body really must have gotten off for a loop. That or his nerves were too damaged to feel anything anymore. The Summoner had bet that was it, he was glad that the other couldn't feel anything...though it angered him at the same time.
What seemed like hours, was actually only mere minutes. And in an instant, it was all over. The Condensce had risen at last to deal the final blow, his chest constricted. She wasn't known for her mercy killings, though even she could see that it was time to end it. With her trident, she speared the Signless straight in the chest. His bloodpusher and lunged would be pierced for sure, but at least he would go swiftly..without any pain. Without suffocating, rusty tears threatened to well up at the sight. He hated it, but he fought them back and watched. Watched for the Highbloods were near and the rest of the world was watching him. Though most eyes were trained on the Signless's body as it fell limp, the Condensce moved from the body, drawing her trident back in satisfaction.
The Grand Highblood looked over to the Summoner, speaking for him to hear over the roar of the crowd. "Get Neophyte and dispose of the abomination's body," a simple nod told the Grand Highblood that he understood. The Summoner moved towards the Signless's body, breaking the chains with his spear. "Redglare!" He snarled, the troll appearing at his side to take weapon. He hefted the Signless's body with ease, carrying it from the prying eyes of the Highbloods and the rest of the trolls of the hemospectrum. "Come, we shall dispose of this...mutant's miserable excuse for a body."
He hated to say it, it came out in a growl as he walked away. It wasn't how he really felt, he was bitter and angry that his one love was now gone. Otherwise, he had no other qualms with the world. There was nothing but the hurt that burned in his heart that made him act this way, Redglare could sense it but she wisely stayed silent at his side. At least until they were well out of earshot of the Highbloods.
"You loved him..." she stated, it wasn't a question. He found himself nodding, "yes... I did," he murmured and cradled the body close while he could. "I'm going to give him a proper burial...instead of throwing him into the pit like the Highbloods expect...they won't notice." He looked down at her, "can you keep it quiet?" He questioned, a nod from her was all he needed to know that she would be true to her word. She would probably attend if he asked, but that would be too much from her.
When it was dark..he would give the Signless a proper send-off...one last time. His final send-off, the Summoner prayed that none of the Highbloods grew suspicious to come looking for him or the Signless's body...
With it buried, twilight was approaching fast. He stared down at his hand, a necklace was clutched there now. The Signless was no more, he had a sign...but, to what end? He was gone, buried deep within the earth. The Summoner stared at the necklace for a time before looking up, fastening it around his neck. He would wear it in memory of the Signless, so that he would be close to his heart.
Always and forever, he wouldn't forget about the Signless and the time they spent together.
