Hello peoples. This fic is filled with rape, torture and some foul language, so it's no little kid fic. I don't want any flames if you don't like it because the main character is tortured, tormented, well, you get the point. Basically, there is no light at the end of the tunnel (as of now) for my character, so deal with it or turn and run away while you still have the chance. Anyhow, more chapters are added since last time, so enjoy if you like this type of stuff. And Disturbed must have read my mind, cause "Down With the Sickness" is absolutely perfect for this, except that little rant if you listen to un-edited, but replace some words and it's perfect. Any how, enjoy, or flee this place little mortals while you still have your sanity.

Fallen Huntress

I stood in the desert wind letting it blow my pig-tails around my face. I was Leelu the bounty hunter, and yet I couldn't catch just one person's bounty out of all the others I'd snagged. It bothered me day and night, I felt anxious, but frightened to face him. For some reason, it always helped to stand and soak up some sun and wind. I guess it just helped my concentration.

I adjusted the silver sniper on my back, making sure it wouldn't slip if a strong gust came up. I also adjusted the pistols and daggers I had slung on my belt. I knew if I was to face him, I would have to be ready. I knew he was out there somewhere, the bounty I wanted to get, Legato Bluesummers.

I had received a challenge from Legato, demanding I meet him for a gun fight at 12:00 P.M., the reasons were not explained. (Then again, when are the reasons explained?)

I squinted into the sand cloud in front of me to see if he was coming. All I could see was simply, sand and more sand.

Then, I saw a slow moving shape coming toward me. The sand around me seemed to stop and fall, exactly where it had been moments ago. It was an odd feeling too. It was as if everything had just stopped, and we were the only ones moving. Legato walked into the clearing he had just made and just stopped, not even looking up.

"At last you decided to show your cowardly face! Now prepare to be blasted to bits!" I shouted.

Letting my sniper strap slide from my shoulder, I caught my signature weapon lightly in my hands. The silver coating glinted brightly as I switched the mode from "sniper" to "machine gun fire". Legato just stood there and looked at me as if I was stupid to challenge him. This was going to be way too easy.

I grasped the handle tightly and took aim. My crosshairs fell right on Legato's heart. I squeezed the trigger and held back for about a second, letting a good 20 bullets loose before I let up.

Legato lifted his eyes and stared at all my bullets coming toward him, and then bullets froze, right in midair, they just hung there. Legato then closed his eyes and all my bullets fell to the ground, about one meter short of their target.

I then moved the switch over to my final mode "flame thrower". It was a secret mode on my sniper that only I knew about; and I knew Legato wouldn't be expecting it.

I pulled a few adjustments on my sniper to make it more flame resistant, and then let loose a stream of whitish red fire.

Legato opened his eyes once more and got this look of annoyance and stopped the fire in midair, but not just that, he sent the fire roaring back at me!

I dropped my sniper in a hurry and rolled out of the way, just as my own flames roared over my head. I realized what I had to do after that. I pulled out two daggers from my belt and ran right at Legato. I now knew he could stop bullets; but let's see him dodge a dagger through the heart.

I got within a few inches of his chest with my blade before I felt something hit my neck. I stumbled backwards at the force of Legato's arm but, I realized he moved behind me. He pulled me close in a sleeper hold and forced me to drop my daggers. I struggled against his power and tried to pry his arm off from its hold around my neck.

All I really remember was Legato whispering in my ear, "Sleep human", and then I blacked out.

When I woke up, everything was dark and cold. I tried to pull my hand over to rub my eyes, but it only moved a few inches before I could not move it at all.

Finally, my sight adjusted to the darkness and I realized I was bound to the wall with chains. The chains were fastened around my wrists, ankles, neck and waist, leaving me in a feeling as if I was hanging. I could see I was in dungeon of some sort, but by the look of it, it was more likely a torture chamber.

I looked best I could when someone entered the door to my right. It was Legato, but instead of carrying a sword or gun, he was carrying a leather whip and some handcuffs. (Handcuffs? I'm already chained up for God's sake…oh, wait, no! Eep!)

He looked at me, a cruel smile fixed on his lips, and as he got closer to me, it turned into a cruel laugh.

Legato took a key from his coat and unlocked my chains, but he controlled my body so all I could do was fall on the ground, helplessly.

"These cuffs," Legato explained, "Are solid mythril, and not even my powers can break these chains, so struggling will be useless."

He fastened the cuffs tightly around my wrists and ankles, and I knew I was trapped.

Legato then used his psychic to remove my clothing. I tried to struggle, but Legato's psychic was too strong and the mythril cuffs bound my hands tightly, so all I could do was wait for my torture to begin.

Next, he pushed me to the wall. He was so close to me I could make out every time he breathed. I could feel his frigid breath on my chest as his tongue slid across my skin. I whimpered oh-so slightly, and I could see him smile in satisfaction. That was his goal I knew, to torture me until I was so tormented I wouldn't even fight back. I couldn't let that happen though, my oath was that my will would not be bent by another human of any kind, including Legato.

I felt his tongue slide down my skin, down my chest and down my legs. I winced to be touched by the likes of him; and I guess I whimpered because it felt so strange.

Legato raised his head, and licked the tip of my nose. Was this an act of love or sympathy, or something I wasn't getting? Then he looked into my eyes with his golden ones and said, "Pitiful human, you try and hunt other humans you think act like disgruntled dogs and then at the hand of one of your hunted you whimper like one. But, I suppose if you wish to be treated like a dog…"

He stepped back and let me fall on the ground, as helpless as before. He laid down on me and spread my legs apart before him. I already knew what would happen. Basically, I could kiss virginity good-bye.

His skin was so cold, like ice, or the dungeon floor. The next thing I felt was a sharp pain that ran all the way up my spine.

Almost as a reflex, I whimpered and I knew if he kept this up, I wasn't going to keep my oath. I felt Legato's icy fingers wrap around my arms, bracing me down on the floor.

Over and over I felt that pain, but the steadiness changed and soon my slight whimpers became screams of pain. My insides felt like they were on fire and I lowered my head between my arms stretched in front of me and started crying.

Legato stopped for a moment and whispered in my ear, "Scream and cry now mortal because you will never show those emotions again after this. After this you will belong to Master Knives, and he is not nearly as lenient as I am being with you. If I was like my Master, I would have forced you to do things far worse than this. Consider your self lucky."

Maybe I was lucky I thought to myself. I wasn't dead, and I wasn't dieing slow and painfully in the desert. I didn't have to be a prostitute for money and I was not an insurance agent.

No way. Did I actually just think that? Of course I wasn't lucky. I was being raped by Legato Bluesummers for crying out loud and I'm probably going to be a slave to Knives. But I was so tired and everything he did hurt so much, couldn't I just give up? My body wondered this and my brain kept trying to agree.

Legato rose up and picked up the whip lying on the ground. Then, he picked me up off the ground and whispered "Do you give up or will I have to injure you more?"

I whispered back, though a few tears still on my face, "Do I look like I'm going to break my oath to you?"

I swore I saw him sigh as he dropped me to the ground.

"Can't you just learn human?" he questioned as he stuck my defenseless body with the whip.

I screamed and before I could even get the whole scream out of my throat, he struck me again. Again and again he whipped me until I just laid there. I didn't want to move, I didn't even want to fight back any more. I can't even explain it, it's like it didn't effect me, like it all didn't matter. I wasn't even screaming now.

He then repeated the cycle I had just been through; licking me and raping me and then beating me; and it was like my mind didn't care anymore. After that, he asked me the same thing as before. But this time, I couldn't look him in the eyes; those cold, powerful eyes. I just stared at the floor, hoping he wouldn't make me look in his eyes. And I realized something else too, I realized that he was so much stronger than me, I realized he could lift me so effortlessly, like I was a little girl's doll and not a twenty one year old bounty hunter.

"Well?" he asked, "Are you going to give up yet human, or am I just going to have to kill you?"

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't say anything, not to him, I just couldn't. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him smile.

"This is exactly what I wanted," he said. "But the true test is, what is my name to you know?"

My mind just thought of one word, but it wasn't Legato Bluesummers, it was different.

"Master" I said very softly, "you are my master."

I saw him smile and then he said, "Very good human, you aren't quite as slow as I thought you were."

He set me down very gently and unlocked my cuffs. He put my clothes back on, because my body didn't seem to want to work.

He then picked me up, but not like before, he picked me up very delicately, like I was very fragile.

I curled up against his chest to try and warm my self up again, since I had been in that dungeon.

My master walked to a huge power generator, er; at least I think it was a power generator any way. It was some piece of lost technology and it glowed with power. Actually, it looked kind of like a beehive, but it was larger than a thousand beehives. It was so large, in fact, the top of it broke the surface and light shone down from the top.

As soon as we got about three-fourths across the long bridge leading to the lost technology, Legato sat me down on the ground at his feet and bowed. The door slid open and a man walked out of the light. I recognized him instantly. Millions Knives.

He began walking toward us with long strides, almost arrogant strides. He was so tall, almost seven feet, and he carried only a pistol in a loose fitting holster. I had actually never seen him before; only in photographs and on wanted posters. That's probably why I was so taken aback.

I was so scared, Knives looked so powerful and I felt so helpless, I looked down to avoid his eyes and curled up closer to my master's feet.

Knives reached us and bent down and looked at me with his dark serene indigo eyes, full of power and energy. He touched my hair and his hand slid down the side of my face and caught my jaw. He pulled my head over so I had to look him in the eyes. I felt frozen, mesmerized by the power and even beauty in his eyes. In fact, I almost lost my balance I was in such a trance. I reached back and placed my hand on my master's ankle, which he didn't seem to mind.

"Is her will broken yet?" Knives asked peering into my eyes deeper than I thought anyone could. His nose was now only an inch or so away from mine. I trembled almost uncontrollably at him being so close. Before he straightened up, he kissed me, right on the lips and smiled at the fear in my eyes.

Knives stood up and requested, again, an answer.

Legato answered, "She has no will now master, she is a fallen huntress now."