Hey there! Warning: some violence, bit of sexual violation hints here and there. I won't go to far, but I'd thought it better to put a little warning beforehand. Enjoy!

Chapter 7:

'My champion…'

Angors eyes shot open, for some reason feeling sore. Early sun rays shined through the window, falling on the bed he was laying on. He knew he was having dreams while he was asleep, but every time he woke up, he couldn't recall them. Sometimes he'd only remember a flash of color or the sound of water, but that were the only things that seemed to stay. Maybe it was just one of those things that only humans experienced. He wouldn't call himself an expert on that topic.

Deciding he'd get down to get some food, he tried to get up, but stopped and hissed when he felt a heavy sting on his side. Confused, he tried to get up slower, but the sting stayed whenever he moved. It didn't make him unmovable, but he recognized the pain. He immediately got up, walking over to the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he stood in front of the mirror, pulling his shirt up a bit.

His eyes widened when he saw one of those big blood marks, a big one this time, on the side of his stomach. He couldn't remember getting injured, as he tried to recall how he could get a mark like this. Despite the dark color, it didn't seem to be a serious injury, only hurting when he moved his torso. Did he bump into something in his sleep?

Being in the bathroom anyway, he decided to just take a shower, maybe it would get his mind of it. Turning the shower on, letting it turn hot, he absentmindedly took his long sleeved shirt off, still looking at the bruise, wondering how it got there. His breath stopped after what he saw in the mirror. He felt a chill go over his spine, as his own reflection worriedly stared back at him.

Two big, dark purple hand prints were showing on his left arm. One around his bicep and another one just above his wrist. The signs clearly showed that someone with big hands aggressively took a hold of him arm, but Angor had no memory of it.

'What...madness?…' he mumbled under his breath, holding his arm up to analyse the marks. He recognized those hands, as there weren't many people he knew with a size like that. He used to have one the same size when Gunmar shoved him against the wall, three months back. He scowled at this thought, it couldn't be possible. Gunmar couldn't reach further then the kitchen counter since he got chained up and Angor certainly wasn't stupid enough to just mindlessly skip into the backroom. Or did he get out, somehow?

Angor should've noticed if Gunmar had broken out. Draal left a few hours ago, Aaargh taking over the shift. If Gunmar tried anything, Aaargh would stop him. Angor surely would've woken up by the commotion of two giant men brawling downstairs. Still, he had to know for sure. Putting his shirt back on, he turned the shower off and quickly went downstairs. When he reached the kitchen, Gunmar was sitting once again at the kitchen counter. He didn't seemed to do anything different then usual, but for some reason, when he saw Angor come downstairs, an ominous smirk appeared on his face.

'Good morning.' he casually said.

This did not make Angor any less suspicious of him, scowling at him. The chain was still on the big mans ankle, not going anywhere, but he was in an awfully good mood this morning. He looked at Angor like he was planning on something awful. Yet again, Gunmar was always planning his next annihilation, there was nothing new in there.

If Gunmar didn't get out, then what happened to him? Angor scanned the room, ignoring Gunmars eyes following him. The wreck that Gunmar created was cleaned up a while ago, leaving an empty, wooden floor behind. He couldn't find anything that looked different, everything stood where it was supposed to be. It left Angor still clueless.

'What are you looking for, dog?' Gunmar ask curiously, still showing that awful grin. Angor really didn't like it.

The assassin shot him an angry look. 'Why do you care?'

Gunmar said nothing as he just kept staring at him. Not wanting to be around him longer then he had too, Angor grabbed some food from it's usual spot next to the door and headed upstairs again. He spend some time searching the upper floor, but couldn't find anything there either. Eventually he just sat on the bed, eating some weird looking sandwich, while he pondered on possibilities. He couldn't find any answers yet, but he was going to keep an eye out on Gunmar. Something was up.

'Evening Nomura, how was your shift?'

Draal came into the Prison house, carrying his backpack and wearing a black fisherman hat, blue hair peeking brightly from under it. He started to wear a nose ring again, this time one that his human nose actually could hold on to. It wasn't really necessary, but after wearing one for many years, it felt like there was something missing. So he got a new, human sized one.

He approached Nomura, who was sitting on the stairs. She was holding a small red laser light, trying the whole day to shine into Gunmars face, but the big man had decided to move into the backroom, having enough of her annoyance. Pity, it had been fun to spend the time pestering him like this.

'It went alright.' she answered. 'The bastard gave up early today.' waving the laser in her hands. A growl was heard from the backroom, letting them know Gunmar was not in agreement with her.

Draal laughed, enjoying the fact that Nomura kept coming up with new ways to annoy the wartroll. She surely didn't make it boring, that's for sure.

They now were on normal speaking terms. Draal had catched up on her that night and clumsily, but honestly, explained her why he kept avoiding talking to her. He expected her to be furious, but surprisingly she took it quite well. She admitted she cared for him, but came to see that maybe it just wasn't for them to be together.

'Maybe we should've talked about this sooner, though.' she remarked. Draal nodded in total agreement, apologizing for not doing it sooner.

It felt good that they got it over with. After their conversation, their meet ups became a lot more pleasant, while they just shared their experiences on the job or casually talked about other things. It was a lot easier to just be friends with Nomura, Draal admitted. He was just happy that they gained a friendship, instead of feeling remorse against each other. It all turned out alright.

Nomura grabbed her things, while she said her goodbyes to Draal, closing the door behind her after. Draal headed upstairs, already having heard a sign of life of Gunmar. He was looking forward on seeing Angor, he had brought something interesting to show him. He noticed that Angor was more silent then usual the last few weeks. Not that the assassin was very talkative to begin with, but he seemed to be a bit out of it lately. Draal thought that he was probably just very bored, being locked up in here all the time, so he decided to bring him some entertainment.

Entering Angors room, he saw Angor just quickly put on a dark green hoodie, looking a bit bewildered.

'Oh, wrong time?' he asked, not wanting to intrude if Angor was doing other things.

Angor shook his head, avoiding his gaze and pulling the sleeves a bit more towards his fingers. 'No. It's ok.'

Draal smiled, happily coming in. He grabbed his backpack and put it on the bed. 'I've got something to show you!' he said while opening the zipper.

'Because you can't really see anything from the outside world, I thought I'd bring the outside world to you!' he continued, presenting a black, flat, long angled device.

Angor put his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, getting closer towards the device to observe it. 'It looks like those communication devices you use, but bigger.' he remarked.

Draal nodded, pushing a button on the side to turn it on. 'Yeah! This one isn't very practical to call with, but you can see things a lot better.'

Pulling a chair towards the bed, a new one as the old one didn't survive Angor's sculpting activities, putting the device upright on the seat. Draal sat on the bed, motioning Angor to sit next to him. The assassin slowly walked over and sat down, remaining silent. He seemed to do a lot of things more slowly lately, Draal noticed. This walls really must be closing in on him.

Tapping a few times on the tablet, he explained a bit further. 'This device is called a tablet. It has different options with entertainment on them! Normally, you connect it on some thing called 'the inthornet', but I've been told that this house doesn't have it. So I used the one at Jim's house and got some stuff on it.'

Angor frowned at the screen, finding it hard to follow all the bright colored symbols that quickly appeared, moved and dissapearing again while Draal's finger tapped around the screen.

'Humans got this thing where they reenact stories and catch it on film. They've gotten really good at it, it almost looks real!' Draal continued, opening a screen with different pictures on them. Most of them were humans posing dramatically with a big title on it.

Draal continued to explain some summaries over what the films where about, making a few suggestions on what they could watch. Angor didn't seem to look that interested, but he didn't object, so Draal picked one. The film started and Draal scooted back on the bed, to lean against the wall. Angor looked at him confused, not following.

'This is going to take a while, so you better get yourself comfortable.' he explained.

So, Angor did the same, leaning against the wall next to him, watching the movie.

It was something Angor never experienced, but he found out it was certainly entertaining. The humans seemed to use a lot music and dramatically stare into the distance. In this movie the characters were wearing old fashioned clothing, walking around on a boat. A man and woman, running around, putting their faces together for some reason. Apparently others didn't approve of it, so they kept it a secret. Then the boat suddenly started sinking and almost all the people died.

'Did not see that one coming…' Draal said wide eyed. 'It was such a happy story and then this?'

Angor nodded, raising an eyebrow 'Couldn't they just both fit on the door though? Look spacious enough.'

Draal shrugged his shoulders. 'Would be less dramatic though.' He moved towards the tablet again, scrolling through the different movies. 'Another one?' he asked, looking back at Angor.

Angor just nodded. Watching the movie was strange, but it took his mind of things and that was a warm welcome at the moment.

It has been a few weeks since he found the first marks. He kept looking around the house, looking for reasons why, but to no avail. Gunmar didn't seemed to let anything go about it either, just doing what he always had been doing. Angor could've just let it go, throwing it on just bumping into something without noticing, but that was if it was a one time thing.

More and more, he'd wake up to find more marks and eventually even scratches or bite marks. After a few weeks he was covered in them, making it hurtful in every move. All he knew was that it happened everytime he was asleep. The worry creeped in, as he still couldn't find out why. He could've told Draal, but if Angor couldn't figure out why, he didn't expect Draal to do so. It would just raise more questions, which he couldn't answer anyway. So he covered it up, wearing long sleeves or hoodies, just to keep the questions away.

Eventually it was all he was thinking about, not feeling safe in any moment. He chose to avoid sleep, trying reduce gaining more injuries, but there always was a time he just collapsed on the bed from exhaustion. He'd wake up, just to feel even more pain then before. It became a never ending cycle of confusion, frustration and exhaustion and Angor had yet to solve it.

So, having a moment where he could just mindlessly watch some movie about humans being dramatic, he took it. His body still hurt, and he was exhausted but the visuals and music distracted him from the worry. Having Draal around also calmed him down abit, hoping that if he was here, maybe worse things wouldn't happen. He didn't notice his eyes getting heavier, his breath slowing down. The screen slowly fading in his vision. For the first time in a while, he felt a bit calmer.

Draal was sucked in the movie, wondering if the boy would manage to get his alien friend home. Chuckling lightly when the characters were riding a flying bicycle, he suddenly felt a weight slowly leaning on his shoulder. He looked down, surprised to see Angor fast asleep. He probably slided down the wall without waking up.

Draal's mind went blank when he looked down at him. Angor always kept a distance between them and Draal came to respect it, not wanting to push that boundary. Not that he assumed the assassin to be a hugger anyway, but he never got to see him this close. Seeing him asleep was already a new one in general. Maybe he wasn't supposed to, but Draal couldn't seem to keep his eyes from looking away. There was no scowl on his face, no hostility in his posture. His eyes were just closed, softly breathing, oblivious to Draal or the movie. Draal liked seeing him like this, being comfortable and relaxed for once. The blue haired man didn't know why he felt so much lighter at the moment, but he decided to just let him sleep there. Angor had been looking tired lately, he probably could use it. So, Draal turned his gaze back to the movie, enjoying this position maybe a bit more then he should be comfortable with.

'Angor?'

The sun had yet to come up, the birds slowly starting to sing their first songs of the day. Angor could feel himself slowly waking up, hearing his name being called a couple times. What happened? He remembered watching a movie with Draal and then he dreamed again? It was the same one, green flashes, flickering lights and falling water.

'What are you doing?' he heard Draal say. There was something off in his voice. Something was wrong.

Opening his eyes, his stomach dropped at what he saw. He sat on top of Draal on the bed, holding his own knife against the mans throat. Draal's eyes were full of caution, looking at him with distrust.

'Angor, answer me!' He ordered, seeing that Angor seemed to actually see him this time.

The assassin immediately let go of the knife and got off of him, falling off the bed. As he landed on his side, white, hot pain shot through his left arm, feeling like his arm got snapped in half. What happened to his arm? He grunted in pain, seeing stars for a moment.

Draal got up, quickly taking his distance from Angor. He scowled at him, not understanding why the assassin would do this. 'Angor, I thought we had a truce. Why did you do that?'

Angor slowly pushed himself up, using his other arm, trying to ignore the pain shooting through his body. His mind went wild. He almost just killed Draal. Did he do that in his sleep? Was he hurting himself all along? His arm definitely felt broken, hot pain still shooting up his entire limp. Why wouldn't he wake up after breaking something like that? What the hell was happening?

He just sat there, not moving. Draal tensely stood there, waiting for the man to answer, but he didn't respond. He called his name a couple of times more, but didn't get a reply. Draal didn't understand why he got attacked. They had been on good terms for months now. He even explained his motivations on why he gave him a second chance. Why would Angor still want to kill him? He looked at the man, who stared blankly into space, breathing heavily. He seemed to be totally out of it, almost like he was… scared? Draal doubted it, but he wanted answers.

Draal sucked in his breath and decided to slowly walk towards him. It could result in another attack, but Angor didn't even seemed to notice that he was there. Slowly, he crouched down in front of the assassin, trying to make eye contact.

'Angor?' he put his hand on the assassins arm, trying to give him a shake to snap him out of it. He didn't know it would be that effective.

'Fuck, let go of me!' Angor suddenly hissed in pain, pushing himself away from the bigger man, hitting the corner wall with his back. He saw the blue haired man stare at him with big, concerned eyes. He didn't want him to look at him like that. He should be afraid of him, didn't he just almost end his life? Angor didn't know what was happening, but if it was himself who was doing this, he couldn't trust himself.

It was getting hard to breath, as he felt himself being cornered. Draal tried to reach him once more, but Angor needed him gone. This house wasn't safe for him. Angor wasn't safe for him. He was a murderer, why didn't that idiot realize that?!

'Leave.' he grunted, trying to keep his breathing under control, holding his arm close to his torso.

Draal looked even more confused by this. 'What? I don't understand.'

'Just leave! I don't want you here!' Angor spat at him.

Draal just looked at him, confusion and hurt written all over his face. 'Is that why you were trying to kill me? You want me gone?'

For once, Angor was happy that the blue haired man wasn't the brightest light around. He could use this. 'Yes. I should've done it way sooner.'

Angor was in a lot of pain, but he didn't expect that Draals hurt expression would affect him like that. He did act kind to him. Treated him more then just a dog or a threat and here Angor was, pushing him away. Not wanting to look at those hurt eyes again, he averted his eyes and continued. It's for his own good.

'Just get out my sight.'

Still looking at the floor, he heard Draal slowly standing up. For a moment he just stood there, but eventually he walked away.

'I'll stop wasting your time then…' he distantly said.

Angor heard him close the door behind him, slowly walking away. He tightly shut his eyes, letting his head lean on his knee, still holding his broken arm close to his chest.

'Damn it…'

He sat there, trying to keep his breath under control. He didn't want to hurt Draal, but after what just happened, Angor realized he was losing control. He did everything in his power not to panic, it wouldn't help anyone, but it was starting to become difficult. He had no magic, no way out of this place and no clue on what was happening with him. He didn't know what to do…

It was around four in the morning when Gunmar was sitting on an armchair, lazily thinking about his next move in the backroom. The chain spread across the floor, still holding strong around his ankle. He could've ruined the armchair in his outrages, but once he sat on it, he was sold. This one could stay, he had decided, sitting comfortably. This house was one big annoyance, but he'd accept using the one thing that gave him some comfort.

Hearing footsteps coming down from the stairs, he tried to look through the open door, towards the kitchen. This was an uncommon time for someone to move around the house, as the next shift wasn't until sunrise and Angor only got down around the late morning.

He kept his eyes on the door, more out of boredom then actual interest. No one but the trollhunter had dared to actually go into the backroom. Gunmar smirked at the thought, liking the idea that most of those fools were still afraid of him, even in human form.

His interest flared up when he suddenly heard the footsteps coming his way. He leaned forward in his chair, quietly listening to the footsteps approaching. Was it… her?

At the entrance of the backroom, appeared Angor Rot, showing Gunmar an omnious grin, while leaning against the edge.

'Nice to see you again, brute.' it looked like Angor was mimicking the words, but the voice that came out was anyone but his. It was higher, smooth and more feminine. The eyes that stared back at Gunmar, were filled with a void of black, with no sign of yellow glowing irises.

Gunmar chuckled lowly. So it was her. 'Showing up again? You must like me.'

Angor clicked with his tongue, slowly coming closer towards Gunmar. 'Anything but, Gunmar. But we had an agreement…'

Leaning forward, leveling his face towards Gunmars, not worrying about the fact that the bigger man could break him in two. 'Angor doesn't seem to find enough motivation to want to leave this place. I need you to step it up.'

'Why Morgana…' Gunmar grumbled, slowly standing up, towering over the person in front of him, closing the distance between them. 'I've been saying for a while that he would need more then just some cuts and bruises.'

'Breaking his spine won't do us anything good, Gunmar.' Morgana stated, not fazed by the massive threat standing in front of her. 'But he is getting closer with your old pet. I don't want to risk him discovering the situation.'

'Draal?' Gunmar lowly said, raising an eyebrow. 'Isn't he supposed to be in the house right now?'

Morgana viciously smiled, staring up towards Gunmar. 'Upstairs. Asleep in my servants room.'

At this, Gunmar chuckled again. 'What a sudden turn of events. Alright then, hold up your arm.'

Morgana did what she told him, lifting her left arm up in front of the big man.

'You have no idea how much I enjoy this…' he grunted.

Gunmar grabbed the arm, easily breaking it with one swift move. The sound of bones snapping filled the room, but Angor's body didn't show any sign of feeling it, Morgana smiling all the way through.

Gunmar growled, suddenly grabbed her hair, pulling her closer. She stopped smiling, not liking the way he kept trying to get more out of her every time she came by to ask him to hurt the body. She knew that Gunmar now was a human male, and there was one thing most men desired. Gunmar probably didn't even know what he was trying to imply, not knowing enough about the human body. It wasn't that she would suffer from it, she didn't feel this body's senses, but she would be a fool to let this sadist ruin her plans. He would be destructible, leaving the body useless. She needed Angor Rot.

'If you try anything, I won't be able to get you out.' she proclaimed, trying to convince him to let go of her hair. 'I know you'd rather be free then have momentarily fun and be stuck forever.'

Staring down at her, he held her tight for a moment. His eyes were burning for more, but he knew she was right. With a frustrated grunt, he let go of her, sitting back in the armchair. Morgana kindly smiled at him, faking an appreciation for his choice to let her go.

'Until next time.' she mused, walking towards the kitchen.

'Draal is going to notice that broken arm, you know.' Gunmar growled behind her.

Morgana turned her head, holding her vicious smile, graciously touching the side of her face. 'I know everything about my servant. I know just what to do…'

She left the frustrated big man behind, slowly heading up the stairs. She silently entered Angors room, walking towards the nightstand, knowing exactly were Angor kept his knives. Without a sound, she opened it, taking one that looked exceptionally sharpened. She turned towards the man sleeping in the bed. Draal had slid down the wall and fallen on the pillow, snoring softly, not noticing anything of what was happening.

'Sleeping on the job, I see.' Morgana softly said. 'Good thing you won't be coming to this room again.'

She quietly climbed over him, positioning the knife against his throat. Slowly she closed her eyes, putting her focus on leaving the body.

Soon, you will join me once again. My champion…

Hope you enjoyed. Until next time!