Hmmm. Ya'll better hope that I never loose my mind. I would be one sick puppy. Oh hehe twisty! Man...Okay so I uploaded this once. But an entire paragraph was left out...Dammit. Okay try again.
The two demons lead the way into the twisted corridors. Toph behind them, Katara in the middle and Aang brining up the rear. Sokka and Zuko guarded the entrance, determined to kill any foe that emerged. Whether or not mercy was in their cards, depended on who tried to escape. Zuko's heart had a darkened blemish that in ironic state, created a soft spot for his comrades that had to endure the same tortures. He looked over at Sokka, noting the darkness over the boy's eyes and the gleaming, searing hate that spilled off of him. Sokka's turned his eyes at Zuko, and a small smile crossed his face. He grabbed the man's hand and patted it.
"Soon, Very soon." Zuko cut a grin at Sokka and turned his eyes back to the temple door. To sarcastic it was that the man who practice his unspeakable deeds used a temple of worship as the camouflage. This was the reason he hadn't been caught. To proclaim war upon a house dedicated to prayer, would be to severely piss off the spirits, and anyone within their right mind knew that wasn't the thing to do. He lit up his hand with a flame, and extinguished it watching it settle back into his skin.
Sokka's eyes were cast on the ground. He refused to close them. Too many vivid memories would pass in front of his lids. A cruel smile shined down at him as the blade cut into his tender flesh. The stench of the opium and dew from the morphana flower still thick in his veins, had kept him from fighting, from shrieking out in pain, even from bashing his own head against the table so that he could end it all. In those golden eyes set such an amount of hatred that he could never possess, nor that he knew could exists in another person's body. For such a tiny person she was able to an amazing amount of damage. Regardless of the fact that his sister had healed him back to normal, a pain still ached deep inside of him. The feel of the blade pressing so hard into the flesh that it brought blood, rose to the skin. That sickening urge to purge his body of all the contents of his stomach as the nerves were severed. He gagged and shook his head.
Zuko watched the boy warily. He had been through a lot, and for the rest of them to just now find out that it wasn't the bastard himself that had mutilated his manhood, but instead a overly obsessed fan girl that saw the patients as competition for the affection of the monster. Zuko frowned and shook his head, taking into account that Xia had taken Haru as a lover, there was no end as to what the girl would do or had already done.
Yina looked over Haru as he slept. The direct shot of opium into the jugular had knocked him out fast. She smiled. She preferred to smoke the delectable incense, but in a crushed powder mixed with a little dew it made an excellent narcotic. She ran her hand over his forehead as she looked over him.
"I told you, you couldn't have him that easy." She said dragging the small blade down the boy's chest. She dropped the blade next to him. His wrists still chained to the chair, he slumped forward in his unconsciousness. She pushed him back against the chair, and grabbed the tie around his pants. She froze, her eyes widening with fear, as the realization rained down on her that someone was standing right behind her. She jumped up and turned around staring up at Xia. His eyes were dark and his features demonic.
"You have had far to many warnings, Ilizayina." She fell to her knees and reached up to him, showing him her nine fingers.
"Please, boss. Please. I meant nothing by it. I only wanted to keep your interest in me." He frowned at her and pulled her to her feet. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him.
"My interest? I see." He bent over and kissed her lightly. She melted into his arms as she parted her lips for him. She closed her eyes as his tongue pushed through her lips. She frowned as she felt something pushed into her mouth, before she could respond he pulled back from her and clocked her jaw upwards her teeth slamming together. She felt the small glass ball shatter in her mouth spilling the fire down her throat. Her eyes grew wider as she jerked back from him. Xia brought his hand up and gently wiped his mouth with the back of his knuckles. She stared at him as blood began to stream from her eyes. She fell to her knees her jaw hanging open as she continued to look at him.
"But I love you..." She said as blood spilled from her mouth. He looked down at her blankly.
"Then you should have listened better." Her shoulders started to jerk slightly. Blisters began to form on her mouth, as the liquid fire settled into her stomach and coated her lungs. Blood bubbled from her nose as she breathed in shallow jagged breaths. He cross his arms lazily over his stomach, his hand setting on a knife at his hip, under his coat.
"The pain can stop, Yina. If you want it to?" He said pulling the blade from it's sheath. He placed the tip of the blade under her chin as she looked up at him, her eyes dilated and wide. She nodded as she felt the ulcers begin to form in her throat, closing off her air way. His eyes glittered as he pulled the knife away from her and placed it back in the sheathe.
"Sorry. I forgot for a moment that my compassion does run deep enough for those who disobey direct orders." Her body jolted. He stepped around her, but she reached out for him catching his coat hem lightly, but her fingers couldn't hold it. He bent down and examined Haru for any sign of injury. He unlatched the chains and picked the boy up, cradling him in his arms. He walked back past Yina. She fell forward her arms stretched out to him.
"Master..." He turned to look at her.
"You took advantage of my trust. You stole from me to feed you cannibalism. You mutilated those that didn't have my attention, then turned you blade to the one that did. You disgraced my inn by bedding your own brother, and humiliated your self by declaring yourself my concubine. If you don't think this is viable punishment, then you can take it up with the spirits." He narrowed his eyes and turned his back on her. She stared after him as her body lurched, her world eventually going black, after her internal organs melted inside of her.
Xia set Haru down on the large bed, and pushed his hair out of his face. He looked over the boy and frowned at the dried blood around the boy's mouth. He grabbed his bottle of cleansing solution and a small rag from his small bedside table. He gently cleaned the insertion points and wiped the dried blood from the boy. He set down the rag and bottle down and ran his hand along the boy's arm. He stopped over one of the areas where he had inserted the egg sac. He frowned as he ran his fingers back over the risen. He pressed his finger down on the risen and waited for a moment. A movement under the skin and he pulled his hand back staring at the risen.
"Shit." He growled. He jumped up from his kneeling position and ran to the other side of the room shedding his coat. He threw open a drawer and grabbed a jar, a tie tube, and two needles. As he walked back over to the boy, he filled one of the needle's syringes with the contents from the jar. He held the needle in his mouth as he moved Haru so that his arm was easily accessible. He placed his hand on the risen and waited until what was under the skin moved. He quickly jabbed the needle down into the parasite, and pushed the fluid into it. He pulled out the needle and quickly wrapped the tie tube around his own arm. He pulled his blade from the sheathe and slit his arm about three inches. He clenched and unclenched his hand bringing the crimson from his veins. He watched as the parasite jolted under the boy's skin. He quickly unscrewed the cap of the jar and moved his arm over next to Haru's as the blood began to roll down his arm. The parasite split the skin, exploding forth into the open air. The creature's tendril antennas searched as the smell of blood caught it's attention. The parasite's long root like tail's hundreds of tiny feelers moving it toward that delectable fluid. Xia grabbed the insect and threw it into the jar. He quickly shut the cap, and watched as the acid dissolved the twitching form.
Haru groaned and almost involuntarily grabbed his arm. Xia caught the boy's hand and moved it over placing it on his stomach. He looked down at the boy's arm where the bug had escaped. He untied the tie tube on his own arm then turned back to Haru. He quickly grabbed his blade and sliced the jagged area's of skin creating a clean wound. He frowned and looked down at his arm. He flung the blood from it and ripped a piece of fabric from the sheets wrapping it around his arm haphazardly. He turned back to Haru and picked up the unused needle. He stuck the needle into the exposed egg sac. He quickly brought the press back, the needle sucking the small eggs into the syringe. He turned and emptied it into the jar of acid. He turned and moved his hand up to the other egg sacs. He repeated the process, several more times, the last time dropping the needle itself into the acid. It dissolved as he turned with his knife in his hand.
He quickly went up Haru's arm, slicing open small areas.He set the knife on the bed as he pulled the remainder of the egg sacs out, droppin gthem in the jar. He closed the jar and pulled some water to him from the basin across the room. He ran his hands over the young man's arm as it healed. He smiled as the skin reknit as if it hadn't been touched. He frowned again, as he noticed the beads of sweat forming on Haru's forehead. He leaned over the boy touching his forehead gently. He cussed and pulled the boy into a sitting position. He slid in behind the boy leaning him against his chest.
He pulled more water from the basin and encased his hands. He ran his hands over the boy's forehead and neck, letting the cool water soak into him. Xia shook his head as the boy's body jerked. The boy's arm jumped, drawing Xia's attention. His face went blank as he cupped his hand over the boy's neck, just above the jugular. He closed his eyes and counted the beats. He pulled his hand away and moved from behind the boy. He set Haru's head back down on the bed gently. He opened the small drawer next to the bed and pulled out a vile. He walked over to the large cabinet and pulled out a jar of powder. He poured the powder into his vile, taking a small container of liquid from the cabinet as well and combining it. The powder dissolved, turning the clear liquid into a milky white. He walked over to Haru and picked up the small blade from the bed. He took the blade in one hand, the vile in the other, and quickly cut the stitches across Haru's mouth. He set the blade down and used his free hand to pick up the boy's head. He poured the concoction into the boy's mouth. He set the vile down and sat down next to the boy, quietly pulling out the remainders of string.
Haru's body lurched, as the boy began to cough. He rolled over onto his side fighting to breath. Xia rubbed the boy's back as he started to gag. Haru foudn the edge of the bed as his stomach lurched and spilled the contents of his stomach. Xia pushed Haru's hair out of his face and held it until he was done. Haru shuddered as his senses came back to him. He jerked over onto his back and stared at Xia.
"Welcome back, Trinket. I thought I was going to loose you." He said pulling a rag from the drawer next to the bed. He leaned over the boy and wiped his mouth free of the siliva and the blood that had been forced from the holes where his sutures used to be. Haru opened his mouth to spill out a string of curses, but stopped and brought his hand up to his mouth.
"My..." Xia smiled and stood up.
"Yes. No more stitches." Haru sat up in the bed, only then did he notice that his hands were free. Xia watched him. "No more chains." Haru frowned and looked up at the man warily, then saw that blood stained rag around the man's arm.
"You fed your fucking blood?!" Xia was taken aback for a moment, then looked down at his arm. He shook his head and looked back to Haru as he picked up his coat. He slipped it over his shoulders.
"No. Trinket. Luckily enough you didn't need. But you were close to death." Xia said sitting down on the bed next to Haru. The boy pulled his legs up and hugged them to his chest. " It appears that my inn keep drugged you with opium. You had a bad reaction to it. What I fed you was nothing but a medicinal serum." Haru frowned.
"Then why the hell is your arm cut?" Xia frowned.
"I guess I will have to tell you. The reaction caused a excess flow of chakra as your body tried to heal it's self. An honestly natural reaction." Haru's eyes widened as he looked down at his stomach.
"Then the..." Xia shook his head as a wash of sadness fell over his eyes. He looked at Haru.
"The eggs did begin to hatch. I had to remove the larva before it borrowed into muscles. They are attracted to the scent of fresh blood. So I just lured it out." Haru let his legs fall as he stared at Xia.
"So no bugs?" Xia nodded and stood up.
"No chains, no stitches, no bugs. It's probably better this way." He turned to the door. He stopped and turned around to look at Haru. "Ah yes. One last thing before I leave." He walked back over to the bed where a very confused Haru sat motionless. He leaned over and kissed Haru gently. He stood up looking down at Haru with a smile. He turned and walked over the the door. He stopped and looked back at Haru.
"You can get out through the left corridor, but mind the traps." Haru frowned.
"You letting me go? Why?" Xia smiled and shrugged.
"A rather nasty fight is due. You don't have the energy to fight, and I wouldn't want my new bodyguards to hurt you. If I make it out alive. I see if I can find you."
"Why?" Haru couldn't wrap his mind around the entire situation. First he's implanted with bugs, then has his mouth sewn shut, then there was the thousands of needles. Xia stepped out the door and turned the corner.
"When I said that I loved you, I wasn't lying." He said with a flick of his wrist and he was gone. Haru stared at the door. He was loosing his mind. He shook his head and looked at his legs. He was free, or was it a trap? He touched his mouth gently. The man had caused him so much pain, but in the end was setting him free. Just like that? He looked at the door.
""Okay enough of that! Time to go." He jumped out off the bed and ran to the door.