Note: To all of those Arthur/Clive fans, I'm working on trying to get a chapter just for you all, I just love Lancelot alittle more, but I'll work on it! Anyways, thanks for the comments, SparrowSavvy your comments always seem to make my day! Thank you so much.

Disclaimer: Still dont own anything, just the ideas.

What Heaven Is...

Chapter 7- "Captive Heart"

"They did…unspeakable things…"

I saw her eyes flicker in pain and I reached out to her. She put her hand on mine softly but continued.

"They…they made me say things that I had never thought of in my life. They said if I confessed I would be spared…"

She put her head in her hands and started to weep. I moved closer to her and she reached out for me, she gripped my hands tightly and I let her, knowing she needed it.

"Guinevere, don't speak of this anymore…" I whispered as I kissed her throat.

She shook her head,

"No…it needs to be reveled, I need it gone from my thoughts." she answered.

I wanted to tell her that it would never leave her, that she would live with it forever.

"That's when they tied my hands and legs…"

I jumped off my horse and walked slowly to the chamber. The door was open and black flame marks shown on the walls. I tenderly approached this place; I didn't want to enter now, even less then when I went in the first time. I stepped inside the broken doorway and squinted in the darkness. My feet followed the path I had walked not twelve weeks before.

I put my hand on the wall and followed it down the dark hallway. The whole place smelled of fire, and I could feel the ash on the walls. I ignored it and pressed on until I saw light before me.

"Heavenly father…"

I came into the light and shut my eyes as the sight came before me. The cells, the bars…

"You again?"

I turned towards the voice and found the priest we had found on our first journey into this dark world.

"It was the tall priest, the sickly looking one that did the things; he's the one that tied me up…"

I felt rage build up inside of me, spreading through me like a consuming fire, the heat entering every part of my body but I kept my anger in check, the priest staring stoically at me, his dull eyes seeming to be the only hint that he was not a spirit but flesh and blood.

"Why have you come back here?" he asked moving slowly, barely making a sound.

I watched him somewhat float towards me, I unsheathed the swords from their place on my back and he stopped as I pointed them towards him.

"Stop, I assume you remember what I did last time I was here." I scoffed.

The man glared at my sinisterly and made a sign across his body.

"Why do you remain here?" I demanded.

"This is a holy place!!" he yelled.

"Why do you remain here? Will I find more captive souls in here if I look?" I shouted at him.

The man backed up a few paces from me and said nothing.

"Do not make me kill you…" I threatened.

The man stared at me and started at me again in his eerie way. I watched him float towards me like a damanable spirit, his long stringy hair framing his face, spilling onto his shoulders as his eyes narrowed and he made a movement within his robes. My hands gripped the ends of the swords and started forward with them,he stopped midway and whatever he had been reaching for within his robes, he released and held his hands up.

"Remove what you were sir and drop it." I commanded.

The priest shook his head, and I walked closer to him. I stopped near him, the tips of my swords deathly near his throat.

"Drop it…" I said again slowly.

The priest obeyed and he dropped something to the floor. I looked down and saw a small blade. I smirked and looked back to him,

"You meant to kill me? Hmm?" I asked as I drew closer to him.

The priest swallowed and looked down at the swords. He began to pray in another language and I pulled back.

"Is there anyone in these cells?" I asked.

He shook his head, but continued to pray.

"They placed my hand in a machine, a machine with a leather strap that held my wrist in place…"

I walked into an adjacent room and stopped in my tracks. There it was, sitting in the middle of the room. A small machine, placed on an old wood table, the machine itself was small, with a small hand sized hole in the middle of it. I turned back to the priest,

"Get in here…" I commanded.

He shuffled towards me slowly and peered into the room. I pointed to the object with a sword.

"What does that do?" I asked.

The priest remained silent, and didn't look up at me.

"Answer me, or I swear I'll use the thing on you." I threatened.

The priest sighed,

"It pulls bone from bone, makes an awful popping noise when it happens."

My blood ran cold and I shoved him towards the machine.

"What do you do?" I asked again.

He looked at me nervously, knowing that if he didn't please me I would kill him.

"The prisoner must put their hand in this, it snaps the fingers in the other end, and then we crank the wheel. The bones and skin can only stretch so much…" he replied.

"I remember screaming for them to stop, telling them the things they wanted to hear, but it continued to pull and soon I heard a sickening popping as my fingers…"

"Guinevere, do not say these things…" I grabbed her shoulders and looked into her pain filled eyes.

"Lancelot…" she whispered before she clung to me.

I smoothed down her hair and soothed her.

"I was lucky…for they did worse to others." she said softly against my chest.

"We start it out slow, letting the prisoner feel the sensation of the skin and bones being lightly pulled then increase it more till they confess." The priest explained.

I looked at the man menacingly, and saw that he was not looking at me while he said this. He continued to stare at the device and slowly started to rub his grimy hands together. I was disgusted by the thought and I grabbed him by the throat and pulled him towards me.

"You get pleasure from this?" I demanded.

He looked up at me and a smile spread on his lips, revealing his bacteria eaten teeth.

"It is the will of god that sinners be punished." he said

I grabbed his hand and shoved it into the machine. He yelled for me to stop, that he was a man of god and that this punishment wasn't meant for him. I sat him down in the chair that sat before the table and pulled the leather strap tightly around his chest. And I slowly tightened the strap around his wrist, all the while he yelled for me to stop.

"Please…this is not meant for me!" he screamed.

I put his fingers into the clamp and turned the wheel a few times, he roared in pain and I stopped. I hadn't pulled anything loose, that wasn't my desire.

"Go with god then." I replied as I left the room.

I heard the screams of the condemned man as I appeared in the sunlight. I returned my swords to their sheath.

"Did you find anything in this?"

I turned on my heel and faced Merlin. I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my temper back.

"You sent me in there to find her torture chamber!" I roared.

Merlin grasped his walking stick and nodded.

"You had to see what she went through Lancelot, to understand someone; you must know what they have endured."

I looked skyward and reached for my horse. I mounted swiftly and stared down at Merlin.

"This has taught me nothing, only made me feel worse about wanting to leave her to rot." I said as I turned to ride away.

"Saxon's are coming again…"

I could feel my spine tingle at the words. I turned the horse towards him and the old man nodded sadly.

"They are forming again just south of here."

I cursed under my breath. Merlin walked closer and patted my horses flank.

"Ride back and warn Arthur and the other Knights." he replied.

I ran my hand through my hair and kicked my horse lightly, she started to gallop quickly and I looked back once more at Merlin, and to my own surprise he was gone.

What will I tell her? What can I say?

I could see the faint outline of the wall in the distance. I wanted to get there faster, to warn them so they could prepare, but alas I knew that my horse wouldn't make it if pushed further. I closed my eyes and whispered something to the air, hoping that the wind would take it to the wall quicker, and that it touch the fair cheek of Guinevere. I opened my eyes and continued on.

"Open the gate!" I demanded as I approached.

"Lancelot! Lancelot rides towards…" I heard the gate keepers call down.

And there she was suddenly, gripping the side of the wall as I rode in the gate. I turned to see her. Her hair was blowing about her face and she had her hand on her chest.

I dismounted quickly and handed the horse to the stable boy. I raced quickly to towards Arthur's quarters but I was cut off as she stepped in front of me. I ran into her softly, unable to stop myself quickly enough.

"Where have you been?" she asked, concern coming over her face.

I didn't want to talk to her.

I ran from you, I ran from this. But you are in danger and I can't ignore that. I can not ignore the need to protect both you and Arthur.

"I need to speak to Arthur, we will discuss this later." I said as I moved her aside.

I knew she was watching me as I walked away, and I knew of the tears that were now running down her cheeks. I could do nothing for her at the moment but talk to her husband and warn him of the threat.

I pushed the doors open to the room that held the Round Table. All the Knights looked up as I swiftly entered the room.

"Lancelot!...why…"

I ignored the comment that came from Bors and I kneeled at Arthur's side. Arthur's green eyes met mine and I wanted nothing more then to beg him to forgive me for touching his wife, for betraying him.

"Lancelot, my friend…" he got up from his seat and pulled me from my kneeling position.

He clutched me to him, his heartbeat racing as mine was. I returned the gesture for a moment before I pulled away.

"There is Saxon formation coming this way…" I informed them all.

The Knights stood from their seats and I looked sadly on all them.

"We must fight the bastards once more…"