Struda Captor

by FlareFrog

This is the story of a fairly young troll, about 8 sweeps old. She was a genetic experiment created by the Condesce, and is a mutant because of it. She has lived her whole life in the prison that the empress runs herself. She has had information about the trolls that play SGrub for most of her life, and when she works up the courage to talk to one of them, her whole life changes

3. Chapter 3

Chapter Three

AN: I made up Ardeus and Korrah. And to explain how John is with Sollux- he was doing the windy teleporty-thing and happened to be with Sollux when STRUDA was trolling him. Enjoy the chapter!

Up now, lowb100d. Time to practice." snarls an indigo blood.

The Condesce forces me to try to use the psionic power that I don't have. She believes that since I have it in my blood that I automatically am able to use them.

She makes me practice on lowblood slaves, even though they have done no wrong, not a single one of them. She blackmails me into practicing on them by threatening to publicly put them to the irons and execute them. I have suggested that we use prisoners instead of slaves. But of course she couldn't care less of what I think.

The indigo blood roughly pulls me up by my wrists. I see the yellow circles that have been permanently marked there darken.

I stumble to my feet, still drowsy from sleep. I can already tell I'm going to fail miserably today. I can't do psionic when I'm fully awake, much less when I still have one leg on Prospit 2.

As we approach the room, I say to the indigo blooded guard,

"Why does she think I can use psionic iF I haven't been able to For literallY all of my liFe?"

"She wants you to have the powers, only so that she does not have to breed another servant."

"So she's just lazY?"

"Essentially. But you didn't hear it from me."

I nod in agreement. Normally, the guards are told not to answer my questions, or even talk to me. This conversation surprised me.

Finally, we arrive at the room, where someone will be tortured, by me. I hate this room- scratch that (no pun intended)- I loathe it. I loathe it with all my soul and being. So much so that I do the rare and highly dangerous x2 Growl-Hiss Combo when I enter. I do that a lot.

There is a trembling troll at the end of the room, chained to the wall and floor like I was in my cellblock. Upon closer examination, I see brown bruises on her face and arms, and pale tears on her face. She looks like she was kidnapped. A trickle of blood runs from her nose from someone punching her.

The Condesce strolls in like she sees trolls suffer for no reason every day. Because she does.

")(ello gills and bouys. Today, we

)(ave the )(onor of Miss Korra)( Mendis as our guest. Struda, nice to sea you."

"B*." I mutter.

The brownblood trembles even harder and lets out a whimper at her name. I look over at her with an expression of guilt, pity, and apology. 'I am so, so sorry.' I send her a telepathic message saying this. She seems to understand and gives a small nod, too small to be seen by those not expecting it.

"Now, Struda my gill, attempt to lift Miss Korra)( if you will."

"WhY should I?" I blurt, then immediately realize what I said, and let out a small gasp and cover my mouth. Oops. The Consesce had an expression of disapproval on her face.

"Let me rep)(rase that. Lift the lowblood. Now."

I sigh, and then concentrate on the poor girl. I bring my hands up to my face to help me focus. Green and purple sparks start flying. Then bolts. Soon, I am surrounded by the sound of crackling electricity and colors, green and purple. I feel a sharp pain just below my eyes and realize that I am bleeding already. I feel drops of my mutant yellow blood roll down my cheeks.

I start thrusting all of my mental energy towards the troll, and imagine lifting her up. She screams, but only because I am inadvertently causing her the same pain I feel. The offensive side of the gift.

"WHaT aRe You DoiNG?" She screams, tears flowing down her cheeks, blood gushing out of her already damaged nose.

"IM SORRy!" I scream. I see black spots begin to cloud my vision.

"I CAN'T DO IT!" I scream, all of my pain showing in my voice, all of my hate, anger, and energy coming out, and being released into this one final yell before I lose conscienceness. All I feel is pure pain. The last thing I see is poor Korrah pass out. 'Good' I think, just as I black out myself.

When I wake up, I'm on the floor of my cellblock, yet again chained to the wall. The guard that escorted me is right outside the think bars.

"What happened to the girl?" I ask him, my lips slightly numb from the pain in my face.

"Alive, but just barely. She has serious psychological damage though."

"At least I didn't kill her." I breathe, relief obvious in my voice.

"But wait, whY are You talking to a 'lowblood' like me?"

"There's something about you, but I can't exactly put my finger on it."

"Oh, You don't saY." I say sarcastically. Even though he talks to me, I still hate him for being a guard in the Condesce's service.

"Not your genetics. Not your power, or your eyes, or anything physical about you. It's more like I feel a strange psychological pull towards you. And just so you know, I hate the Condesce. I only serve her so I don't get culled like the rest of the rebels."

'Because I'm totally going to believe that.' I think.

I look around, and realize that my laptop that's probably sweeps old is gone. It's absolute s*, but it's all I have other than the clothes on my back.

"Where's my craptop?" Oh yeah, I named it that. I also call it Bobric. I need some social interaction.

"The Condesce took it. She said that it was poisoning your mind."

"S*S*S*S*!"

"Do you care about it deeply?"

"Of COURSE I DO! ITS ALL I HAVE!"

"I will attempt to get it back."

"Oh thank jegus." I sigh, relieved.

As he walks out of view, I start to sing to myself,

"I'm a member of the Midnight Crew.

I'm a night owl, and a wise bird too.

Home with the milk in the morning,

Singing the same old song!

Rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun,

Early to bed, and you'll miss all the fun,

Bring your wife and trouble, it will never trouble you!

Make her a member of the Midnight Crew!"

As I finish, I hear slow clapping, and look up from my hands to see the guard with my craptop.

"Where you listening?!" I yell, blushing bright yellow.

"Why wouldn't I? You have a lovely voice. Do you need an accompaniment in singing the other parts?"

"NO!" I yell, blushing even harder, and the shoving my face into my arms to hide it.

He seem to finally get a clue that I don't like people hearing me sing, so he just quietly enters the cell and sets the craptop on the floor within my reach. I snatch it up and open it, relieved that my writing files are still strewn all over the desktop, written in the symbol fonts to keep my weird fanfics from being read by the Condesce.

I glare at the guard, and mutter 'Thanks.' He takes that as his cue to leave.

I open Trollian. I need to talk to someone. I scan the cursor over several names, until I come to twinArmageddons; Sollux.

flayreFroggy [FF] began trolling twinArmageddons [TA] at **:**

FF: Sollux? Can we talk please?

TA: *sigh* what is it Struda?

FF: the Condesce made me trY to use mY nonexistent psionic powers. She does this every daY.

FF: I haven't talked to anYone about this beFore, but I Figured you would be the best person to talk to about this.

TA: y0ure f*ing right I am.

TA: s0 what is it?

FF: she has a guard drag me to this training room, and there's a lowblood at the end oF the room

FF: she saYs the lowblood's name, which For me only makes it worse

FF: then I have to Focus on the lowblood, and imagine picking them up. But I only end up sending all oF mY pain to them instead. TodaY I didn't, but sometimes... I kill them...

TA: thats s0me pretty messed up s* there.

FF: she won't let me stop until I use psionic, which I can't

FF: so what should I do?

TA: ... well...

TA: when I used it bef0re I went blind I just th0ught ab0ut it a little and did it. Y0u c0uld d0 it, but y0u might need t0 think harder

FF: how so?

TA: well, just think that y0u have the p0wer t0 lift the tr0ll easily, like it w0uld be a piece 0f cake.

TA: haha j0hn is l00king 0ver my sh0ulder and t0tally flipping his sh*t 0ver my cake anal0gy

FF: oh Ya, I've heard about him. He's the one who does the windY thing, right?

TA: yeah

FF: mm

FF: I should talk to the humans as well as the trolls. TheY sound cool, all God-TierY and stuFF.

TA: are y0u seri0us? J0hn is such a nerd. Like literally. If y0u l00k up j0hn egbert in the human w0rd t0me, it says "nerd"

FF: nerds are cool tho

TA: j0hn is silently fist-pumping behind me. He really wants t0 talk t0 y0u n0w

FF: pFFFFt lol ok I'll send him a telepathic msg. Tell him so he doesn't Flip his s*

TA: yeah 0k. He's l00king 0ver my sh0ulder rite n0w. J0HN ST0P L00KING 0VER MY F*ING SH0ULDER!

FF: PffffffffT LOLOLOL

TA: 0k I have t0 leave n0w s0 I can pummel j0hn

FF: lolk

twinArmageddons [TA] ceased trolling flayreFroggy [FF] at **:**

Ok John, let's see who the f* you

are...

STRUDA: Yo John. This You?

JOHN: yes.

STRUDA: good. How are You?

JOHN: good

STRUDA: ok.

JOHN: so i heard you like nerds... :B

STRUDA: kinda. I saw this quote From Troll Bill Gates that said, "Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working For one." or something along those lines

JOHN: cool.

STRUDA: but iF you're looking For a relationship, Forget it lover boy

JOHN: :,(

STRUDA: Yeah, crY Your weird clear tears as I crY mY Yellow tears oF pain and guilt over the things I am Forced to do bY the Condesce

JOHN: wait what. i will personally beat up the batterwitch with my own hammer and windy powers :B

STRUDA: calm down bro, jeez. She's waY more powerful than You would expect.

STRUDA: she uses her powers and her cunning to make you do whatever she wants you to. Blackmail, mind control, manipulation,

STRUDA: you name it, she's used it to Force me to inadvertentlY torture people

JOHN: ...

JOHN: ...

JOHN: dang. why would she do something like that?

STRUDA: because she has F*ed up morals. Also I'm her geneticallY engineered servant who has abnormal powers and high blood in my genes but Yet I have mutant Yellow blood

STRUDA: which just goes to show You that when You mess with troll genetics then You get a mutant

JOHN: like karkat?

STRUDA: he wasn't genetically engineered tho. His was naturallY genetic

JOHN: oh.

JOHN: still, thats some pretty intense stuff there. yet another reason to hate her

STRUDA: what, so I'm just a reason to hate someone?!

JOHN: what, NO! I didn't mean it like that! I meant that someone shouldn't have to go through what you do with being forced into torturing someone

JOHN: how does that work by the way, the torture thing?

STRUDA: *sigh* I realize that I'm kinda grumpY. SorrY, I just seriouslY damaged someone psYchologicallY and I'm not in the best mood

STRUDA: but I'll explain

STRUDA: so she has a guard drag me into this gogForsaken room where there's a poor slave at the end oF it.

STRUDA: then I have to trY to lift them up with mY mind

JOHN: how is that possible?

STRUDA: *coughcoughSolluxcoughcough*

JOHN: oh! durr dumb durr

STRUDA: so anYwaYs

STRUDA: I'm unable to use psionic like him, so I can't liFt people up or anYthing

STRUDA: but For some ungogly reason the batterwitch thinks that I can

STRUDA: so she makes me trY to use psionic

STRUDA: instead what happens is I direct the pain I Feel to the other troll. TheY often experience psYchological, mental, and/or phYsical damage

STRUDA: and all too often... death...

JOHN: :O

JOHN:

JOHN: whY...

JOHN: PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

STRUDA: wha...

JOHN: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

STRUDA: ok, well you're crazY...

JOHN: OOOOooooooooooo

JOHN: ooo... ok I think I'm done

STRUDA: thank gog

STRUDA: wtF was that

JOHN: my mind being blown (wind pun hinthinthint)

JOHN: by how cruel the Condesce is

STRUDA: ok...

STRUDA: well I see why Sollux thinks Your such a nerd

STRUDA: I heard you like bad movies, which makes You even more of a nerd than before.

STRUDA: at least Karkat likes good romcoms

JOHN: how are his movies good? they suck

STRUDA: but theYre good (Lol jk)

JOHN: ooooohh :B

STRUDA: I'm just messing with Ya bro

STRUDA: I've seen the inside oF Your room From mY studies, and have seen everY earth movie From the posters there

STRUDA: theY were all kinda s*Y

JOHN: yeah.. I started figuring out that I really had no taste in movies

STRUDA: ya think?

STRUDA: wait, crap

JOHN: what?

STRUDA: ow, s* I'm stupid

STRUDA: shouldn't have used telepathY. U hav a computer with u?

JOHN: yeah

STRUDA: I'm going to troll you, ow S*!

JOHN: ok

Jeez, that was frikin stupid of me, owww. I'm just going to pester him. OWW s*.

flayreFroggy [FF] began trolling ectoBiologist [EB] at **:**

EB: you ok?

FF: Yeah, now I am

FF: jeez, I need some headache medicine DX

EB: wish I could send you some :(

FF: wait, You can! Send me some in like a cake or something. I read in the Prisoner Rights manual and it saYs that people can send me stuff if it's directlY addressed to me.

EB: in a... cake?

FF: Yeah, in a cake or something

EB: NOT A CAKEIBHYFCJTPBYS

FF: oh Yeah I Forgot you Flip out at the mention oF cake

FF: in that case... :3

FF: cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake

EB: STFUUUUUU

FF: cake cake cake cake cake

ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering flayreFroggy [EB] at **:**

FF: MUHAHAHA :D

flayreFroggy [FF] ceased trolling ectoBiologist [EB] at **:**

That was fun. John is probably the #1 most trollable person in the multiverse. OWW S* MY HEAD. I'm going to see if mr guard what's-his-face has any ibuprofen or something. Hey, I don't even know his name. I'll ask when he gets back.

He just got back.

"Hey what's-Your-face, what's Your name?"

"Ardeus."

"Cool. Have anY aspirin? MY head's killing me."

"I shall see if I do."

"K, thanks."

So Ardeus, huh. That's a cool name I guess.

Wonder when he'll come back with the aspirin. OWWWWWWW F*. I keel over to my knees. Jegus that hurts.

A few minutes later, he returns with a glass of water in one hand, and a small pill in the other. I look through my arms to peek up at him, then try to crawl towards him to get the pill. I remember that I'm chained to the wall, and groan softly. He quickly opens the door and scampers across the cell to me. He hands me the pill, waiting to put it in my mouth. I take it and hold it on my tongue until he hands me the glass. I take it and quickly drink a few mouthfuls to help swallow the aspirin.

"Thank You."

"You are welcome. If there is anything that you need, feel free to tell me."

I nod, and take a few more sips of the water. I haven't drunk anything since... wow, since lunch about five hours ago.

Half an hour later, my headache starts to feel a little better, but not by much. I have been unconscious for a while, because I blacked out from the sheer pain of it. That happens a lot too. A lot of stuff happens to me a lot. Actually, when I think about it, I kinda have this cycle of stuff I do every day. Sleep until 8:30, get kicked awake by a random d* bag, have a crappy brunch thing, nap for a few hours, mess around on my computer and telepathise with people, nap, practice psionic, black out, have a murderous headache, black out, mess around on my computer and telepathise, eat another crappy meal, sleep. Jegus my day is boring.

"Soooo... have you been here long? I don't think I've seen you around before." I ask the guard.

"Not here. I have been in the Condesce's service for my entire life. Today is my first day at this post."

"Mm."

'That's why he talks to me.' I thought.

I sit back onto my butt and pull my craptop onto my lap to look at some of the random fanfics that I follow, see if they've been updated. Only one of them has, but the new chapter is only about 1,000 words. It doesn't take long.

I try to lay down to nap, but it hurts for anything to touch my head, so I just kinda sit there.

After thinking about my sorry life, I come to what it would be like to escape. It has only been attempted once, and everyone knows that

story.

Once, there was a rebel troll who held key information to crushing the rebellion. So, he was taken prisoner in this prison/battleship/thing, similar to this one. He was there about a sweep, in which he was interrogated constantly, allowing him five hours of sleep at the most. Then one day, he cracked. He knew that he had let vital information out, and if he was pressed any further, he would let out the rebellion's most guarded secret. So, he tried to escape. It was a well-planned escape, with contacts, signals, and secret passages. But when he was about to reach the gate to skydive off of the ship, she was standing there, the Condesce, guards flanking her ready to recapture him. When they did, he was chained even tighter, his olive blood seeping from his wrists after just a day, his feet losing feeling. When they continued interrogation, he was hanging from the red-hot irons reserved for criminals, and was beaten ruthlessly. He let out every sliver of information that they needed, then they made him die a slow, painful death. Nobody has attempted an escapes since. But nobody has had a guard for a friend.

"Come over here." I called weakly to the guard. He paced over, a slightly worried expression on his face.

"What so you need?"

"I think we can escape this s*hole." I whisper. He tenses, then his face lights up.

"Do you believe that this is possible?"

"WhY not? I have You, and You can just saY that You're escorting me somewhere on the Condesce's orders. Flash Your I.D., we can get anYwhere."

"I suppose that is a rational plan, but we must think this through more."

"Right. You have anY other guard Friends that would be willing to help us? PreFerably trolls that hate the Condesce."

"Hmmm... well, there is Raylif. He is a veteran guard at this post, but does not like the Condesce. He would be helpful I assume."

"Perfect. Let him know by next week, then we can all plan an escape."

Ardeus nods then walks away.

Welp, guess it's time to sleep upright again. Yet another weird thing I'm forced to do a lot.