Lily

Lily struggled to free herself from the death eater she'd come to know as Zale's grasp. With long point fingers, he held her tied arms forcefully behind her back. Lily felt a kick against her calf as he pushed her body to keep up with the other men.

The scenery began to look the same, the trees all blended into one. A haze of green and brown streamed over her eyes. She had lost track of where she was long ago.

Her bare feet were covered in blood and scars. Each step was more painful than the last. She could feel the dirt against her face and arms, consuming her body whole. Patches of mud buried into her white v-neck; her jeans torn at the hem.

They've been walking for hours now, countless miles behind them; one foot in front of the other. Just keep going. There was no other way to think. Just keep going.

Lily looked up towards James; a large, filthy looking man pushed him along, keeping the wand shoved in the back of his neck. She could hear James' groans from a couple feet behind him. Thin trails of blood flowed down his legs and arms. He tried to keep his body upright, but he struggled. His back hunched over, and he dragged his feet with every step.

It wasn't enough for them to sick the cruciatus curse on him, they had to beat him to a pulp as well.

"No! Stop, please!" Lily screamed, trying to run forward. Two men restrained her on either side, gripping her arms more forcefully every time she raised her voice. "Please, stop!"

She could feel the death eaters' nails digging into her skin. She bit her lip, shaking away the bearable pain as she watched James fall to the ground.

Three men stood around him in a circle, closing him off from view. She recognized two of the men immediately; Lucius Malfoy and Rodolphus Lestrange. They had gone to school together, only being two years ahead. Snape used to trail around after them. She shuddered.

Slowly, she forced her eyes up and watched, in great agony, as each of the men took turns kicking James. He groaned and clutched his stomach, unable to protect himself.

James was always an excellent fighter. Though it earned him many detentions over the years, he never backed down from a well-deserved fist fight. But James was smart. He knew the consequences if he fought back. Hell, he could probably take on all three. But he was without a wand, and by that alone he had no chance of surviving an escape.

For a brief moment he was able to spot Lily between the legs of the three death eaters. Her jaw quivered, stomaching turning, at how little he resembled himself. He could hardly muster out a sign of comfort. It was all he could manage.

"James! Just fight back!"

Lucius' head popped up, almost in a mixture of complete shock and rage. He rose from the ground, releasing James' shirt from his fist and slammed his body against the ground.

"Oi! Princess!" Lucius ran back to her and forcefully grabbed her chin, demanding her attention. "Potter was a prick at Hogwarts and now… he's at the bottom of the food chain. Unless you want to take the next beating, I suggest you shut the hell up."

Her eyes beamed with hatred. It pulsed through her veins, through her soul. She could feel the heat building behind her chest. She mustered up every bit of courage should could and spit in Lucius' face.

"James Potter ten times the man you'll ever be."

Lucius rolled his eyes, a laughter storming from his lips. "Not for much longer…."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He didn't respond. Instead, the edges of his lips curved upwards in the foulest grin she had ever seen.

Lily's breathing quivered as Lucius turned and walked away.

Maybe it was nothing. He must be toying with her head. They wouldn't kill James. He was a pureblood. That meant something to these men. But the way Malfoy grinned, like he knew something… something far worse than just the intent of killing him.

Her limbs began to shake uncontrollably and for a moment she thought she might collapse. That was, until Zale's grasp rung so tightly around her arms it woke her back into reality.

James yelled out as Rodolphus sent a closed fist into his stomach and then five in a row to his jaw. He just lied there. He didn't fight back. He didn't muster out a single insult. He just lied there, waiting for it to be over because he knew the second he retaliated it would certainly kill them both.

Tears streamed down Lily's face. She could do nothing. Nothing at all that could help him. She could only watch as James began to slip in and out of consciousness.

James turned his head, ever so slightly, just enough so he could he see Lily out of the corner of his eye. She had to stop herself from cringing. His face was covered in blood. An open wound gaped across his jaw and his eyes were completely bloodshot. Corners of his face had swelled and turned a reddish-purple color. He tried his best to force out a smile, though the pain of altering his expression in anyway was no doubt excruciating.

"Keep walking!" Malfoy shouted, hitting James on the back of his head. He immediately turned around.

Lily's legs began to feel weak, like they were numbing to the point of paralysis. She fought with herself to stand, pushing her feet against the ground. It was too much. She was too weak.

Her legs collapsed underneath her and Lily fell to the ground, the dirt and stones rubbing hard against her porcelain skin. A warm red liquid dripped down her arm. She felt Zale's foot kick her side. "Get up! Let's go!"

At the sound of Zale's voice, Malfoy turned around, throwing James to the ground and ran to Lily's side. He towered over her, staring down at her body. "You heard the man. Get up!" He kicked her gut.

Lily immediately curled into a ball, clutching her stomach just as James had. James reached out and clawed against the dirt. He tried his best to stand up, but his body collapsed underneath him. He wanted so bad to help, to do anything, but there was nothing he could have done, not in that state.

Lucius shook his head. "This is pathetic. Zale, knock her out and carry her. We'll get there ten times faster without the mudblood holding us up."

She watched, almost in slow motion as Zale lifted his fist, closing his knuckles so tight they were nearly white.

Lily closed her eyes, squeezing the lids shut as hard as she could, preparing herself for the next blow to her head.

James

An illegal train ride and many more miles later, James stood on familiar grounds. He looked around anxiously, somewhat regaining his strength.

"What the hell are we doing here?" James spat. His voice was groggy and hash, but he kept his features strong.

Lucius spun around, laughing with madness in his eyes. "Oh you'll see, Potter."

James licked his lips, tasting blood. He stared at the castle before him. Not too far from where he was, hundreds of kids slept peacefully in their dorms. The world's most powerful wizard less than a mile away and yet James was still helpless. Five death eaters were on Hogwarts grounds and no one noticed.

The largest man tugged on James' arms, pulling him away from the castle. His shoulders ached and he could feel his skin tearing beneath the ropes.

His body was dragged unwillingly towards the darkest edge of the grounds. In that moment James Potter knew exactly where they were taking him; the Forbidden Forest.

His body had never felt this weak before, but yet he managed enough strength to turn and locate Lily. She hung over Zale's right shoulder, her hair wiping around above her head. Her arms and legs were covered in dirt and her hair wore a brownish tint from all the mud. She appeared lifeless as her limbs swung with each step.

"Oi! Gallot! Keep him moving!" Malfoy shouted from behind. Gallot jammed his right fist into James lower back. He groaned, and turned back around.

His feet began aching too long ago at this point to even think about them. Everything hurt. He wondered about Sirius, and if he had found what he was looking for in that village. If he had returned, and discovered the house to be empty without any signed of struggle, would he know what happened? Would he send help?

Of course he would, what was James thinking? Help would be on the way any minute now… if they had any trace of where they were. Rescue started to seem less and less likely with every step further into the forest.

It was much darker than he remembered from his days at Hogwarts. The trees and the fog appeared threatening instead of mysterious and adventurous. James tried to remember all the times he and his best mates had ventured off into the forest. He knew his way around. But this… this was new. He had never seen this part and nothing looked even slightly familiar.

The branches curved in a demonic stance. They twisted and prodded against the sky, leaving a closed barrier to keep them inside. In the distance, he heard the faint sound of a howl.

Immediately James searched for the moon, but the branches blocked his view point. It couldn't be Remus. He wasn't stupid enough to let himself loose in the forest. It had to be just a regular wolf… or something.

Then he saw it through the clearing, the half-moon. He sighed quickly in relief. Remus must be asleep by now, safe inside the castle. It was torturous how he was to salvation.

"Where are you taking us?" James managed to choke out. Blood spilled from his lips, dripping down his chin.

Gallot shook his head, laughing. "Shut up and keep walking."

But it was Malfoy who stepped up. "The bunkers." He pointed. "Just ahead."

"You mean to tell me the death eaters have an underground prison in the Forbidden Forest?" James asked. "You've got to me kidding me…"

Luscious grinned. "Yes, we do. Quite impressive I daresay; slipped it all under Dumbledore's nose, the old coot. I've been sneaking death eaters in to work on it since 6th year. Now, it's finally ready."

"Ready for what?"

Lucius only laughed, but James knew what he meant. It wasn't hard to figure out; in fact he knew the second Lucius mentioned the bunkers.

It was a torture chamber for muggleborns and blood traitors before they decided to execute them. It was discrete and almost impossible to find unless you knew what to look for. There were hundreds of miles among the Forbidden Forest. James nearly collapsed. Rescue was nearly impossible.

"I said keep moving!" Gallot shouted, but James didn't seem to care as he picked his feet back up and continued on. All he could think about was Lily. There was no chance of her surviving this, none at all. Even as talented a witch she was, she had 'dirty' blood. The death eaters would never let her leave. They would consider it a pleasure to murder the beautiful redhead. They wouldn't even think twice.

James felt sick. He knew the death eaters would need direct permission from Voldemort to kill him. He was a pure blood from a noble family. Voldemort didn't want any of his precious kind being spilled without good reason.

They came up to a clearing. At the opposite end there was a cave that seemed to lead underground. It was dark and ominous, even for the Death Eaters. No rational person would venture into that cave and James supposed that was the point. No one would find them.

Gallot nudged him forward and James went along without resistance. He ducked his head down to avoid the sharp edges of the ceiling and stepped inside. It was much darker than he thought it was going to be. It was absolute darkness, like his eyes were shut tight; only there wide open.

"Lumos" Malfoy cast, holding his wand up. It only helped a little. It was musty, and it made breathing quite difficult. Loud echoing of water dripping from the tops of the cave rang throughout the space. "It's just down a bit further."

A metal door stood at the end with what had to be over fifty locks. Malfoy stepped forward and muttered a spell so softly James couldn't possibly hear. After each word, a different lock opened. It took almost a full two minutes for each of the locks to click. James felt his heartbeat increase after each one.

Once it was finished the two death eaters James didn't recognize stepped up and pulled on the door with all of their strength.

Gallot pushed James forward. He grabbed a hold of the doorway for support and stepped inside. Shiny black tiles covered every inch of the hallway, stretching from the floors to the ceiling. Only a few lamps were fitted against the walls, giving off light. It was enough to see, but not enough to memorize where he was going. James had no idea where he was. There was no way out.

Gallot's grasp on James tightened and pulled him to a stop. Zale continued on with the unconscious Lily over his shoulder. James tried to yank his arms forward, but he was held tightly in place. His current lack of strength was hardly enough to walk, let alone fight off a 250 pound man.

"Lily!" He yelled; his voice rash and weak. Zale kept his stride consistent as he made his way further down the hall, and then disappeared down a corridor to his left.

"No… Lily!" James screamed out again.

"Oh will you shut up?" Malfoy opened one door in a long line of possibly empty rooms.

Gallot yanked James backward and threw him inside. He collapsed onto the floor immediately, his head slamming against the concrete. He slowly lifted his head and looked around him. It was exactly was he was expecting it to be; a prison cell with concrete floors, walls and ceiling, no windows and only a single light bulb hanging from a thread above him. Three feet to his left was a dark red stain. He cringed.

James looked back at them. Both men stood in the doorway, grinning maniacally. "Where is he taking Lily?" He forced out as much strength as he could.

Malfoy laughed. "That mudblood?"

James flinched.

"Don't worry; I'll be taking excellent care of her." His smile was sickening. James felt his stomach turn. Lucius seemed to notice and he began to pace around the room as Gallot stood guard. James couldn't find the strength to stand.

"She's quite beautiful, wouldn't you say so James?" Lucius asked, watching as James' hands closed into fists. "I wonder how long it will be before she loses her sanity… the fierce, the talented Lily Evans not knowing the difference between you and I. What do you think I should have her do first, James? Any suggestions?"

"Shut up!" James shouted. Everything began to hurt again but he didn't care. He couldn't listen to it anymore. His felt sick. "If you touch her…"

"You'll what, Potter?" Lucius laughed. "You'll kill me?"

James snarled. His fingernails scraped against the concrete. Blood oozed from the tops of his nails. "I'll do more than that."

Malfoy laughed. "You don't have it in you, Potter." He began to circle James, towering over him. "Besides, you're trapped in here. Hell, you can hardly move."

James wanted to say something. He wanted to scream. But he came to the realization very quickly that the consequences of his actions could be taken out on Lily. He pressed his lips together.

"Now…" Malfoy coughed, demanding attention. "I suggest you keep your rotten mouth shut unless you want Evans to slip a bit early."

James could feel his lips bleeding. But he kept his mouth closed, forcing his voice to stop.

"That's better." Malfoy said. He turned to Gallot. "We have work to do. Let's go."

Without another word, Malfoy and Gallot left the room, slamming the metal door behind them. James was finally alone. He let his upper body drift down and find the cold concrete beneath him. Through the pain, he closed his eyes, willing his body to sleep. He needed to sleep. His body was worn out to the point of paralysis.

But soon the image of Lily's lifeless body stormed into his mind and his eyes shot open. He wasn't going to sleep tonight.

He wasn't tired anyway.

Lily

When she finally opened her eyes again, she was alone. She blinked a few times, trying to restore her eyesight before she sat up. Lily pushed herself to the nearest wall, allowing her back to lean against it, only the concrete held her up.

James wasn't here. She didn't expect him to be, but it still was a pang in her chest nonetheless. She wondered what they could be doing to him right now and where he was. She hoped that his blood status would borrow him some time. Maybe Sirius can get Moody and the other aurors to save him before it was too late. Lily didn't have that kind of time. She knew that already. She made her peace a long time ago.

The room around her was crowded in a way she didn't expect. Deep red stains marked bits of the concrete floor, leaving traces of those before her. There were scratches in the walls of loved ones saying their last goodbyes. It was like these people were still here, trapped. Ghosts of the forgotten souls, left behind.

For now, she was too tired. Her head pulsed, and she closed her eyes. It was a ringing through her head. The single light bulb hanging from the ceiling was too bright.

Lily sighed, looking to the door. It was like she was expecting James to run in at any minute. But she knew that couldn't happen. He was far too beaten and the chances of him escaping and finding her were next to nothing.

She bit her lip, not stopping as blood began to drip from her mouth. She felt sick. Not because of the pain or her fears… because she wasted time. Countless hours… days… that she could have had with James. Instead, she locked herself away in a room that wouldn't cure her the way he could. Lily supposed she was afraid.

James was wonderful and it was strange. She knew it for the first time with absolute certainty that she was helplessly in love with him the day she found out about Noah's death. It seems odd, that she would come to realize the extent of her feelings at the exact moment he betrayed her. But it was because he betrayed her that she knew. From the exact moment those words left his lips, her heart begged her mind with every ounce to forgive him.

Her mind took over and she forced him away, too scared to be happy. It was now that she was locked in a windowless cell in the middle of the Dark Forest that she yearned for him most.

With a quivering jaw, Lily slid down to her side, resting against the cold ground. She closed her eyes, trying to picture his face.

"Oh come on Evans. What's it gonna take?" James asked with a devilish smirk. He leaned against the back end of the couch, his lips dangerously close to Lily's ear.

"Go away Potter. I have prefect schedules to make." Lily said, jumping up from the couch. She adjusted the ends of her skirt and moved her papers to the desk on the opposite end of the common room. It was empty, the way she liked it. Until James Potter strolled in and decided it was another opportune moment to annoy the patience out of her.

"Oh you can do those later. Talk to me." James waved his hand in the air and the papers casually slid from the desk, floating through the air to land in his palm.

Lily groaned. "I wouldn't have to do these if you would just help out." She reached up, trying to grab the slips of paper from James' grasp. He raised them higher above her head.

Lily folded her arms. "It still baffles me that a brilliant wizard such as Albus Dumbledore chose to make you Head Boy."

"Ouch, Evans. That hurt." James clutched his heart with his available hand. His smile quickly returned. When he noticed Lily's anger holding firm, he handed her the papers. "Don't be such a priss, here."

Lily reached out and snatched the papers from his hand.

James sighed, running his fingers through his hair. It started to get too tame. "You know, me and Sirius were gonna head into Hogsmeade later tonight… I could ditch him if you'd like to come along…"

"I'm going to stop you right there." Lily set the papers down on the wooden desk. James closed his mouth, his pulse quietly weakening. "The answer is no."

"Oh come on, Evans. You won't even give it a try!"

"You're right. And I never will."

"Give me one good reason why not." James demanded, a tone of anger rising in his voice. He had asked one too many times by this point not to be frustrated with the redhead.

Lily laughed. "I'll give you five."

James seemed taken back. He knew this wouldn't end well. But then again, his spats with Lily never did.

She held out her fingers. "One; you're an insufferable jerk. Two; I watched you push a third year Hufflepuff into a fountain yesterday…"

"I have seniority! I can do whatever…"

"Three; you walk around these halls like you own the place and everyone else is beneath you."

"Oh come on, I don't think that…"

"Four; you treat the quidditch team like slaves. I've been to one of the practices. They last six hours, Potter! Six hours, seven days a week on top of games and class! Are you trying to kill them, or do you enjoy just bossing people around all day?"

"Hey! We've been undefeated since…"

"Five; you managed to destroy my friendship with Severus…"

"Whoa! Stop right there!" James shouted, holding his hands up. "Ok fine. The first four points at least make some sense. But this bullshit about me being the one who broke up your little love fest with grease face has nothing…"

"So you didn't hex him behind his back? Or run after him calling him names? You didn't bully him until he was filled with as much hate as you?"

"Hey! It was a two way street!"

"Maybe so. But you still…"

"I wasn't the one who called you a mudblood!" The second the word escaped his lips, his voice broke. He watched, almost in slow motion, as Lily's jaw dropped and all fury seemed to collapse. All that was left upon her face was pure shock.

James struggled to find his words. "Lily… I didn't…."

"Finish these, will you?" She pointed to the papers on the desk. She bit her lower lip, her nervous hands darted to the ends of her hair.

"Y-yeah, of course." James said, watching as Lily made her way to the stairs. "I'm sorry."

Without turning back around Lily placed her hand against the stone wall. "I'll see you in potions tomorrow. Goodnight Potter."

James sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sleep well Evans."

Lily awoke the following morning to the sound of high pitch screams down the hall. She jumped to her feet immediately, charging towards the door.

The scream rang again. It was a girl. She seemed young by the tone of her cries, not more than sixteen. A pang hit Lily's stomach. There were more people here. For some reason she had never considered that. Who knows how many muggleborns they had locked up under the earth?

Did no one come looking for them? This girl, she must have come from Hogwarts. How did they not search the grounds? Lily choked on her air. She wondered how long this girl had been held prisoner here. Was it days, weeks, months? Were there people still trying to find her? Or was she just lost to everyone…

Lily supposed after some time she would end up the same way; both her and James. The Death Eaters were thorough. No one would find them here. She was kidding herself.

No one would find the bodies lying beneath the forest's grounds.

James

"I said let me out!" His voice was growing raspier with each word. He had been at it for hours, since the moment he was able to stand. James slammed his fists against the door, kicking it again with his foot. No a single response, not once. "Damn it!"

He groaned, pacing around the room. "I got to get out of here… I got to get out of here…"

The scream rang out again. His head bolted up, staring at the door. It wasn't Lily, he tried to convince himself. But just as easily as the thought occurred, the image of her mangled body distorted his eyes. James squeezed his hands into fists, trying to force the image away.

It could be someone else. It could be some other poor, defenseless girl locked away under the earth. Somehow, that wasn't much of a comfort either.

His legs were growing sore again, just pacing up and down the small room. There wasn't anything else he could do. He certainly couldn't sit and wait, listening to that girl scream.

Abruptly his head lifted up, hearing the clicking of bolts against the metal door. He paused.

The door swung open, and beneath its arch stood Lucius Malfoy. James didn't know who he was expecting other than him. Of course, he wanted it to be Lily; he would always want it to be Lily. But his mind was far too wise for hopes like that now.

Malfoy strolled in without a word, carrying a metal chair behind him. In his wake was Bellatrix Lestrange. Her hair was much wilder than James remembered from their days at school. Once, it had been vibrant and gentle. Now her curls had spiraled out into chaos and screamed of the same maddness her expression produced.

She laughed maniacally as Lucius placed the chair by James' side. "Sit." He demanded.

James stared for a moment at Lucius, anger boiling inside him. He wanted nothing more than to knock man upside and bolt through the door.

But he did as he was told.

Almost to the second as he sat down, Bellatrix was behind him, yanking his wrists back.

"Hey!" James shouted as his shoulder blades collided with the metal. Bellatrix didn't seem to mind as she yanked harder. Her hands enclosed around his wrists as Lucius handed her a foot of rope.

She took her time, wrapping the thread around James' wrists. It was rough against his skin and caused great discomfort. But that was the point, wasn't it?

With one final tug, Bellatrix secured the ropes. She stood to her feet, grinning as she pranced to Lucius' side, eager. James huffed.

"Excellent job, Bella." Lucius praised.

Her eyes seemed to light up. Her lips twisted into what looked like an expression of pride, of amusement.

James rolled his eyes. "Wonderful. You can tie a knot. Have a gold medal, on me."

Suddenly his cheek began to sting as Lucius' fist collided against his face. James coughed, swishing around a liquid in his mouth. He spit blood onto the floor; his official mark into this room.

Slowly he lifted his eyes back to face Lucius. "That was just unnecessary."

This time James was ready as the fist slammed against him for the second time. He was used to being thrown around. A punch or two wouldn't kill him.

James twisted his neck, loosening the muscle.

Malfoy stepped forward. He leaned down to James' eye sight. His long, silvery blonde hair hung neck to his shoulders. "Will you ever learn to stop being such an insufferable prick?"

"No. I don't think so."

Lucius stood up, a laugh escaped his lips. "No matter. I have… questions for you."

"Like what?" James forced as much disdain into his voice as he could.

In the corner, off to the right, Bellatrix was laughing. It was the kind of laugh you would see from a small child at an amusement park. James kept his eyes on her as he waited for Malfoy's response. She waved her fingers, a strange smiled perched on her lips.

James shook his head, looking away.

"Now, tell me Potter… where is Sirius Black?"

"What do you want with Sirius? You have Lily. You have me. What the hell do you need him for?"

Lucius glared; agitated that James didn't already know the answer. "We believe he has a hold of the map."

James coughed, caught off guard. "What map?"

"Don't play dumb, boy!" Lucius shouted; the back of his hand whipping against James' cheek. "Tell me."

"Sirius doesn't have it." James could feel his heart racing. Of course Sirius didn't have it. But he knew who did, and he wasn't very far away…

Malfoy cleared his throat. "You clearly don't have it, and we know Pettigrew doesn't…"

"What have you done with Peter!?" James shouted. Everything was spinning. He couldn't see straight.

Lucius ignored him, continuing on. "Would you like us to uproot your precious Remus from his chambers, because I have men in the castle who can interrogate him if you like?"

His heart jumped. It was Remus. Remus had the map. Who else did James and Sirius trust more than him? Filch has confiscated it in their last year, but since Remus got the job at the school, he was able to steal it back. He was keeping it safe, for them. Never did James think it would put him in danger. He felt sick. Remus' life was hanging in the balance. He had to be strong.

James forced on a straight face, keeping his internal struggle clear off his eyes. "Keep Remus out of this."

"So talk."

"No."

"You wouldn't dare leave it stashed away. It's far too valuable for that. Pettigrew is too, how should I say, weak. Remus has far too high of standards to hold on to such a tool. So Sirius must have it." Malfoy paced in circles around James' chair. The heels of his expensive leather shoes clicked against the concrete.

He came around to James' front again. He looked down at James' blank expression. Malfoy's lips began to twist into a manic frame. "Where is he?!"

James sighed for a moment, untangling his tongue from his teeth. "Bite me."

Lucius swung forward, slamming his fist against James's jaw. The chair rocked back for a moment, but eventually rolled back on all fours. James could feel the skin breaking on lines of his face, the blood dripped down his neck.

"Tell me, Potter, or you will regret the day you were born."

"That line's a bit overused, don't you think?"

"Where is he?"

"I wouldn't tell you, even if I did know. I would rather die than betray him. You'd have to kill me first."

"With pleasure."

This time, Lucius did not hesitate. With laughter upon his lips and blood on his knuckles he sent fist after fist into James' jaw, stomach, and cheek bones. There wasn't rest for what seemed like hours.

With the final blow, the chair swung too far to the side and sent James spiraling to the floor. His breathing was labored and he could feel the swelling in his face. He opened what he could of his left eye, staring at the pool of blood dripping from his face and onto the concrete.

Lucius towered over him. "Next time I ask you a question… you answer. Understood?"

James didn't say a word as Malfoy turned on his heels, beckoning Bellatrix to follow. He groaned as the weight of the chair crushed against his forearm.

Just as Bellatrix made her way to the door, she turned around. She held her wand in her hand, twirling it around. Pointing it at James, she muttered a spell and suddenly James' hands snapped apart.

James pulled himself up, forcing as much strength out as he could. By the time he looked up again, she had vanished and he was alone.

He stared at the pools of blood lining the ground. His blood. His mark. He was never going to leave this room; that, he was almost sure of.

oh my gosh. I am SO sorry that took a ridiculously long time to update. I've been insanely busy with college nonsense, and I've literally had no time at all. Updates might be a bit more lengthy now that my professors have decided I don't need a social life... sorry in advance, but know I'm always trying to work on it! :)

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