So, here's a new chapter. I'm sorry at the shortness and possible low quality, I can't think of anything new! I will get another Skyrim chapter out, then will focus all my energy on this. I have been drinking a lot of coffee, and I will hopefully have more time. Peace!

Chapter Nine

Staring at Hawke, Elana felt something snap. She had always had problems with anger. He master had worked with her on it, and when the Clone Wars broke out and Elana was forcefully promoted to a Knight before she and her master believed she was ready Hawke had taken over. He had promised to always be there to help her, and hadn't broken that vow. Now he was standing there, betraying her trust and his word, something Hawke valued greatly. Her mind now filled with rage, Elana reached out with her hands. Blue sparks began flicking around her fingers, and Synthia's eyes widened. Panicked, Synthia rushed to Miral and tackled her to the ground, just in time to save her from a flurry of lightening shooting from Elana's fingers. Elana's vision began to turn red at the edges, as she watched with glee at Hawke in excruciating pain. However, Hawke was always strong. He slowly crawled towards the source of the lightening. Grabbing Elana's hands, Hawke jerked them up, away from him. He pulled back to punch, but he stopped. Blinking furiously, Hawke squinted at Elana.

"General?" He asked before Elana kicked him in the groin and elbowed his chin. Hawke went down like a sack of rocks.

"Well. It is good to see you have excellent combat skills sister." Synthia gasped, panting next to Miral. Even though Elana had hit her hardest, Hawke was still groaning and making his way to consciousness.

"Is there a dungeon?" Elana asked.

"Aye. I can put him in his own cell." Miral nodded, poking Synthia. The two women carefully heaved Hawke onto their shoulders and marched out of the room. Elana trailed them through the halls, going deeper and deeper into the fortress.

"These are the dungeons." Miral whispered.

"Rebellious males and misguided Sisters go in this wing." Synthia pointed, and she and Miral dragged Hawke to one of he empty cells. In the center of the small cell was an energy cage. Hooking Hawke's hands to the top cuffs and locking his feet into the bottom ones, Synthia and Miral activated the cage and bowed to Elana. Elana waved to the door, and the Witches left.

"What will I do with you?" Elana muttered as she paced around Hawke. The clone was suspended about two inches above the ground. His hands were floating close to the ceiling, so he was still upright. Standing still Elana stared at Hawke's closed eyes, daring them to open. When Hawke did grunt and his eyelids fluttered Elana allowed herself a moment of happiness. Then she raised her hands and sent a quick shock into Hawke's body. He jolted, and Elana repeated. Hawke's body continued to jerk, until his eyes slammed open and he let out a bloodcurdling scream. Hawke jostled his wrists, still locked in the energy cuffs. His eyes started turning red as tears streamed down his face. Stopping her onslaught, Elana circled around behind Hawke and examined his back. Two wounds he received during the original siege were now open and bleeding. Hawke continued struggling, and Elana was knocked back when Hawke's left foot suddenly kicked back, out of it's cuff.

"RAAAAAAAAGH!" Hawke screamed, releasing his right leg and his arms. He fell to the ground, rolling forwards before spinning to his feet. Hawke stood in a defensive position, blinking furiously. As his eyes cleared he finally saw who he was facing.

"General? What's going on?" Hawke asked, walking up to Elana. "Are you al-WHOAH!" He shouted as Elana kicked his right knee and flipped Hawke over her shoulder. Hawke was still a soldier, and he recovered too fast for Elana. He kicked her lower spine, knocking Elana to the ground. Hawke stared in horror as Elana pulled herself up and rushed to her side.

"General! Are you alright?" Hawke said, panicked. Elana kept down, pretending to cry and drawing Hawke in. As Hawke went to pull her up Elana spun around and punched Hawke's face. She jumped on him, beating on his head and chest. She continued on far after Hawke had stopped struggling.

"Traitor! Liar! Bastard!" She screamed at his face. This went on for what seemed like hours, until the door slid open and Miral and Synthia came in, pulling Elana off of Hawke and taking her out. What Elana could not see through her tears and Hawke's blood was Hawke himself. He lay there, blood, beaten and not breathing. Synthia continued on with Elana, and Miral closed the door, one last devilish smile at Hawke.