Thanks for reviewing! This is going to be probably a pretty sad fic for Stefan. His life is just going to keep getting worse. Vladimir will appear somewhere soon, probably in two or three chapters. Well, I don't own Twilight and never will. Please tell me what you think by reviewing!
Warnings: People being tortured, Stefan losing his innocnence (not in that way!)
From a forest of thorns, you can see the broken sky
Stefan sat up against the wall, knees drawn to his chest and his arms crossed over them. He rested his chin on his arms, looking at the ground with a dead, yet grumpy look on his face. He did not say anything and if someone did not know him, they would probably think he was dead. He could probably pull off being dead, he was losing a lot of weight in the time he had been in this dark room.
He listened to the sounds of the other children, hearing their sniffling and crying. He never made a sound and had made it clear to the others that he was not someone to mess around with. Just the other day, he faught with a younger boy over a piece of bread; their captors didn't give them enough, so it was every man for himself. The food they were given could barely be called food. They were given scraps from them, often times crumbs of bread, rotting fruits and vegetables, and the ocassional piece of meat if you were lucky.
Stefan blinked, looking at the lines he drew in the dirt. He had been here for sixty one days. His birthday had past, he knew this by a crack in the wall that was big enough to see sunlight through. He was now fourteen, but he didn't look fourteen. He looked like he was twelve.
In this steel castle, is the stench of ice cold blood
Stefan gave the child that was next to him an irritated glare. The child had been crying for hours, just because their captors had taken her finger. She rocked back and forth on the ground, clutching the dirty clothed stub to her chest and whimpering. Stefan shook his head. "Shut up," he hissed in an annoyed tone. "Crying isn't going to bring your finger back."
She didn't say anything, but she continued to cry. Stefan inhaled some air and nearly vomited. The stench was getting worse in the room. Dead, decaying bodies lined all over the place. Some, you couldn't even tell if they were dead or not. Every night, their captors would come in and take one of the kids. The only thing they all knew, was that if you were taken, you never came back the same way.
Often times, a child would return with a missing finger, toe, ear, and one time even a hand. Some were worse. One boy had left and came back with boils on his skin, looking all pussy and infected. The boy had cried for hours, begging and pleading for someone to take the pain away. He had died within the hour, due to one of the boils popping and puss streaming everywhere.
The reigning kings, have the hardest hearts of all
Stefan wrinkled his nose as a mouse scurried by. He grabbed it before it could get any farther and brought the squirming thing to his lips. He was so hungry, he could feel it eating his insides and it hurt. He didn't want to feel hurt anymore. He bit down into the mouse, bile rising in his throat, but he pushed it down and tore a chunk off the mouse, swallowing it and nearly choking.
The mouse squeled out before it died from blood loss. Stefan did not care, he tore the skin off, ripped the fur and put the skin in his mouth, painfully chewing it. If he had been back at his home, the thought of eating a live mouse would have been disgusting. It sounded absolutly repulsive. But he had been a child then and that innocence was gone.
They kill and take our souls, and soon they will take mine too
Stefan dropped the dead mouse and looked at the locked door in front of him. He knew he was never going to get out of here. He would die here. The rats would eat at his skin with the insects and then all would be left were his bones. Eventually, even they would turn into ash and no one would remember him. After all, no one wanted him. No one ever would.
Everyone went silent when the door opened and one of the men walked in. He looked directly at Stefan and pulled him by the arm. Stefan willingly complied, seeing as their was no point in trying to fight. He would die either way. He followed the man up the stairs, into a large room with lots of tools and blood stained rags. He felt bile rush into his throat and he let it out, seeing dead body parts scattered around and even a few bodies.
The man shook his head at him and slapped him, causing him to fall into his own vomit. It smelled horribly and he almost vomited again until a man he had never seen before grabbed him and put him on a small operating table. The man wore blood stained clothes, but looked like he didn't care what his appearence was. He lifted Stefan's clothes off, looking at his body up and down.
"Remarkable," the man breathed. "This boy..he's beautiful! I..I can't do anything to mark him! Just look at him!"
You're all mine until you die here
The other man looked at Stefan too. "He is," he frowned and went over to Stefan, pulling the chord in his hair and watching as black, dirty curls cascaded around his shoulders. The other man removed Stefan's arms from covering his manhood. Stefan felt very nerveous. No one had ever looked at him like this.
The first man frowned, still shaking his head. "I won't do anything to him."
"The boss will be mad if you don't."
The man shook his head again. "This one is special. He's just the thing we need in our little group. He could pull it off as a girl, just look at his hair!" he said excitedly. "Just picture it, the diva with a secret!"
The second man frowned, but then slowly nodded, a smile forming on his face. "I like it and I think the boss will too. I believe he's been wanting something like this. It's just perfect!"
You will be my loyal prisoner
The first man handed Stefan back his rag and Stefan put it on quickly. The second man took him by the arm and led him into a different room, where a bunch of other children were. His eyes widened at what he saw. The first thing he saw, were a pair of two siblings sharing the same body, a couple of kids had animal parts sewn onto them, and few were tied up; looking as if they were going to eat someone.
You will see that you won't escape me
Stefan fell to the floor, feeling nausea settle in.
Now we wait for the end
Just what exactly was going on here?
Poor Stefan :( things are not looking up for him. The song was Steel cage Princess by Hatsune Miku, with some editing by me. I don't own that. Review please!