Finn lays helpless. Stripped down to nothing but his underwear, strapped face down to a torture table waiting for whatever horrid, barbaric method of torture is to come his way. Already he had been beaten, scarred, mocked, abused. Each and every session ate away at his small pot of hope in his soul. Slowly, each villain, every cut, every word, every lash, every blow, taking away a handful of hope. Hope that he will make it out. Hope that we will survive to see the glorious light of the sun again. Hope that he will see his family again, his mother, father, sister, if he will even see her graduate 5th grade.

Finn stares the Overtakers surrounding him. Mother Gothel, Maleficent, Captain Hook, Yzma, Shan Yu, Judge Doom, Clayton, Yokai, and many others, including Darth Vader. All laughing, pointing, mocking.

"Some leader!" Hook shouts, polishing his hook and inspecting it. The crowd laughs at this.

"QUITE!" A deep man's voice shouts, footsteps echoing through the room. Finn instantly recognizes the voice. Gaston.

The man walks closer to the helpless keeper.

"So, what should we do with this little brat?" Gaston asked.

The sound of Maleficent chuckling filled the room.

"I had this made especially for you," she said to Gaston.

Finn heard the OT laugh as he took whatever Maleficent gave to him.

Finn grits his teeth. Suddenly, the sound of leather against leather fills the room. A roar of approval from the OT's rings through the air.

"Twenty lashes!" Lady Tremaine shouts.

"No-No FIFTY!" Jafar interrupts.

The keeper's eyes widen in fear, his breathing becomes uneven. Finn's mind quickly starts to piece things together. Leather against leather, lashes...

He doesn't have time to finish the thought. A loud snap rings through the air. Searing hot boiling pain fills Finn's back. He cries out in pain, wincing furiously, liquid dripping down his back. A whip. Another lash falls.

A pained cry escapes the boy's lips, he struggles to pull himself off the table but his wrists and ankles are strapped down to tightly. All he can do is lay there, helpless, as the torture continues.

Lashes rain down onto him, each one hurting worse than the last.

"The powerful leader of the Kingdom Keepers!" Cruella mocks, blowing a circle of smoke from her cigarette towards Finn.

Hope. It's all he can grasp onto in his mind. With all his strength Finn grasps onto it. Another 5 lashes snap down. A sliver slips away in the wind. The boy cries out in agony. The pain, boiling, bubbling, burning, stinging, mind numbing, nauseating pain.

"Some leader..." Gaston says loudly, stopping to clean to blood from his whip. He flicks the liquid onto the ground, moving his head back and forth, cracking his neck.

Tears stream down Finn's face as he whimpers between shaky, uneven breaths. Another wisp of hope fades away in the words of the man.

Cheers and mockery of Overtakers left and right rain down, some hurting worse than the whip ever could. Finn winces and cries out, trying to block out the sounds, trying to block out the world.

The villain throws down 10 more lashes. The last sliver of hope fades away as the end of the whip slices through the boy's skin.

That's it. All hope is gone. No one's going to come for him. No one's going to save him. He's going to bleed to death on this table, in the hands of the enemy.

"P-p-please! P-p-please j-just make it s-stop! I b-beg you!" Finn whimpers, sweat dripping down his face, following the paths of his salty tears.

"You want me to make it stop?" Maleficent shouts from the crowd, stepping forward, her robes billowing behind her. "I'll make it stop you little twit..." The villains cheer as the fairy raises her hand to the sky, a small spark forming in her palm.

The boy hears the roaring of fire. He knows what's about to come.

This is it. He'll never see the Keepers again. He'll never joke around with Philby and Maybeck. He'll never stay up until dawn playing video games with Dillard. He'll never again watch Charlene at a gymnastics tournament with the other keepers. He'll never see Willa shoot a flaming arrow at Philby's head again. He'll never see Amanda again. He'll never be able to tell her how he feels, he'll never be able to go to college with her, propose to her, marry her, start a family and grow old together by her side. He'll never be able to kiss her soft lips again, or feel her long chocolate hair. He'll never be able to see her again. He'll never see his family again. He'll never hear his sister humming Let it Go, or hear her practicing guitar in her room. He'll never talk to his mother over bowls of breakfast cereal after school. He'll never have his father help him with his math homework. He'll never get dressed up for a family picture. He'll never go to church with them on Christmas or watch his sister's face as she opens her presents next to him. This is it. He's about to die.

Finn closes his eyes, slowly taking a last glimpse at the world. This is it. He talks a shaky deep breath and holds it in, knowing it will be his last. This is it.

He hears the Overtakers cheer. He can hear the fire flying through the air towards his exposed mangled back. This. Is. It.


Nothing. No pain. No bright light engulfing him. Nothing. Collective gasps of Overtakers echo through the room.

Finn slowly opens his eyes. The first thing he sees is a large burn mark on the wall. It's almost as if someone...pushed the fireball, but the only person...

"Amanda..." Finn whispers quietly to himself in a raspy cough.

"Don't be alarmed! It's just those pesky Keepers!" Maleficent shouts in disgust. The next thing that happens sends a chill down the boy's spine.

"I think it's time we give our guest the PROPER treatment, don't you think?" At this, as if on cue, all the OT's pull out a knife, sword, or some sort of torturous device. Finn's eyes widen in terror. Then the thought hit's him.

If Amanda pushed the flame...then she's watching...they're watching. They know where he is. They're searching for him. They're trying to rescue him. They're coming. It will all be over soon. All the torture. All the pain. The blood. It will all be gone soon. This is it.

Maleficent says something behind him but Finn doesn't hear. All he can think is this is it. They're coming to rescue him.

A sense of hope slowly grows in Finn's soul. They're coming. It grows slowly, warming his tortured heart. They're coming. He'll see them again. He'll see everyone again. He'll see the sun. He'll see the world. He'll see Philby, Maybeck, Charlene, Willa, Amanda and Jess, his mother, father, sister, Dill. This is it. This is it. For the first time in three long days, a small pained smile forms on Finn's face.

This is it. They're coming. This is it.


I really loved this chapter when I read it. I thought of the idea of Gaston whipping him. And so did Maleficent. I love torture and angst. It makes me feel evil. Everyone has a little evil in them. I surely have the Hades in me.

Stay tuned my Chicklets

From your favorite Fanguy and Fangal,

Jacob/Hades/Sonicphantom47 and Mary/Maleficent/Hendemar2000

(All credit goes to Hendemar2000)