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Natsu:

My body still shook with anger, even after the cathartic bloodshed from earlier. The scar on my neck had starting throbbing right before I snapped and only now was beginning to numb again. I tightened the scarf around my neck suddenly more conscious that someone would see it. No one had ever seen it before. Not even the old man. Igneel said to never show it to anyone. The ever present scarf served its purpose; a reminder of my father and a cover for a scar I didn't remember receiving yet still traced before going to bed every night.

Taking another therapeutic breath I tried to rein in my blood lust. The wall of magical wind whistled around the building, annoyingly impenetrable. We were stuck here while that freak and his magic fucking flute made their way to my surrogate Granddad.

That is until Happy had a brilliant idea. Ten minutes later we were crawling through a tunnel that Virgo dug us. I focused hard on the task at hand, ignoring the fact my breathing was getting shallower the deeper into the tunnel we got. I lit the tips of hair on fire. The added light failed to ease the knot in my stomach. The flickering shadows and echoed shuffling brought back memories of that night. I crawled faster hoping gray didn't notice my laboured breathing. He was the only one to ever see me having a panic attack and would probably make a bigger deal out of this then it was. I needed to get away from the group before the flashbacks started. The ominous pain in my neck began again. The scar always burned before I had an episode. My heart leapt when I saw natural light glowing at the end of the tunnel. Knowing the drill Happy grabbed me and flew off, hopefully towards Eligor. My vision faded in and out. The flash back started and despite having just escaped one tunnel I was now being dragged down another in my seven year old body. The taste of dirty cloth and blood in my mouth. My pupils were blown from the darkness of the cave and the fear that pumped through my veins.

Gajeel P.O.V:

I knew it was a dream. I'd had this dream before, too many times to count. They differed a little every time, but they were all essentially the same. They felt like memories, like I'd seen everything that had happened that night. But they were just my masochistic imagination presenting ideas of what they'd done, how they'd killed her.

It started like it always did. Natty-chan was sitting outside the orphanage waiting for me. I was late. Why was I late? If only I wasn't fucking late. She didn't mind though, she could never be mad at me. She giggled to herself, gently touching my mark on her neck. The sun was beginning to fade; she shouldn't have been out so late. I should have known better then to ask to meet her outside. The village wasn't safe at night; people were getting restless with the recent disappearances and animal killings. There were rumours of an evil spirit in the caves just outside of town. People got stupid when they were scared; they looked for something to blame and in their desperation believed in the most irrational of solutions. That's what Metallica said anyway but I didn't agree I think inherently evil people just use chaos as an excuse.

I knew their faces. I saw them every time I closed my eyes. They grabbed her. Spewing curses as she fought. But her tiny frame was no match. My breath caught when I saw the tears flowing down her face when they took her by her pigtails. I screamed, shouting death threats, but no sound escaped my throat. I was trapped behind an invisible pane of glass. I punched and clawed at it desperately not wanting to see everything again. I didn't want to see the blood trickle down her lip as she called out for me or the scared look in her quickly swelling right eye.

I growled viciously when one of the men suggested they have some fun with the 'orphan bitch' before they took her to the caves. They must have been afraid that Natty's frightened whimpers would attract too much attention because they didn't act on that particularly sick impulse. She struggled valiantly the whole way through the forest. She tried in vain to scream through the cloth they'd used to gag her mouth. She kicked and tried to wriggle out of their vice grip, defiantly glaring at them through frightened tears.

I never got to see what happened in the cave during the dreams. But I without fail always heard the frightened shrieks of my mate, along with those of the men that went in with her. Smoke escaped through the mouth of the cave as well as only one of the men. His clothes were singed and his shaking hands were covered in blood.

That's when I wake up.

Different beds.

But always the same dream.

Wet cheeks, hair stuck to the back of my neck and a raw feeling in my throat no doubt from the screams that would cause inquisitive glances in reception the next day. Images of the man who survived the cave flashed through my mind. Stumbling, bloody and singed.

I found him that way whilst worriedly looking for Natty. He was mumbling about how he saved the village. He made the necessary sacrifice to the monster. I could smell her on him. I could smell her fear. Her tears. Her blood. I was eye level with him when I brought him to his knees and as the light faded from his eyes mine began to glow red.

He may have survived the cave but he didn't survive me.

Natsu:

My mind always felt fuzzy during my flash backs. I remembered a little more of that night every time. Igneel said it was because I was dealt a nasty blow to the head before he could intervene and that the memories would come back when I was ready. This is probably why my life before Igneel was a bit of a blur.

The details of that night paled in comparison to my memories of the fear and the pain. They weren't conservative in their methods to stop my struggling. Their harsh words were all I had to define my previous life. I was a pathetic orphan. No one loved me. No one wanted me. I lived on the street and got my meals from the overcrowded orphanage. I was desperately alone and no one would notice if I disappeared. Those words for some reason struck a chord for me. Worry curled in the pit of my stomach. Smiling steel blue eyes flashed through my mind. He would be waiting for me and I wouldn't be there when he arrived. He'd think I'd left him like everyone else. My struggling became more desperate, thrashing about and kicking anything my short legs could reach, until the back of my head connected to the cave wall and everything went black.

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