Dragoon
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Alternate Ending 2
It was time when Rath decided to grace the room with his presence. Rune felt the sudden tension and really wished that he were back in dreamland. At least it was only a fantasy that didn't involve anyone present, save himself. He could've just stayed asleep and pretended that he was dead or something. But then again the demon lord wouldn't believe that. He was let down. He scooped water up in his arms and crawled quickly towards the wall farthest from the two demons.
He had to get out here. He had to run, somewhere, anywhere, just away. His eyes darted around for any chance of escaping the clinic. All he had to do was do it without being spotted. He crawled slowly behind the bed seeing he could fit. Water was cradled in his arms. His eyes darted around looking for a way out to the door. There was a way but he'd be spotted. Well he didn't care. Rath would let him go and Nadil would be too busy with Rath to even reach him.
Finding the opportunity he dashed straight for the door. He heard the fighting stop as he attempted to open it. The door was jammed. His hand hit the door in frustration. He couldn't get out. He looked around. He should've just climbed out the window. He went towards the east wall and hid in between objects. He couldn't get out anyways with Nadil standing close to the window and even if Rath bought him some time it wouldn't be enough. But it would be worth a try.
He was about to go but his guilty conscious got the best of him as an injured Rath was tossed towards the north wall. His mind debated on leaving or tending to the fire knight's injuries. He picked the latter.
Running towards the injured Rath, Rune kneeled next to him. He began to heal his wounds, which were not that severe but it was the best he could do for now. He never took notice of the other occupant who was walking closer. Water chirped in warning but it was a little late. Before Rune could turn around he was seized around the waist and lifted up off the ground. Water tried to pry off his knight but failed again miserably and was knocked unconscious immediately.
Rune struggled fruitlessly. The demon lord quickly subdued him. He attempted to scream but a hand covered his mouth making them muffled. He bit on the hand earning a hiss from Nadil. Rune was knocked unconscious. His body slumped over as he was carried like a barrel of rice.
Nadil disappeared with his prize leaving the unconscious fire knight.
Rune unsteadily woke up, not noticing, he pulled the unfamiliar blankets around himself to keep warm. He never noticed that he shivered from the malice surrounding him trying to probe his fears and weakness. It was awhile before he was out of the brink between sleep and consciousness. His eyes scanned around the dark unfamiliar room where he was. Memories of the day before were a bit hazy. Plus he didn't even remember sleeping but it was welcome considering it was the best he's had in a while.
That struck a chord.
He instantly sat up but held his head because of the sudden dizziness that struck him. He groaned softly in pain. His head felt like it was going to split in half. He blinked a few times before he felt a little bit better. Rune looked around clearly noting that this room was familiar and he dreaded so much to not want to come back or even enter its premises.
But there was nothing he could do about it now. It would be fruitless since he'd just be back here again. Might as well save Nadil the trouble. He placed his face in his hands, his eyes beginning to water as tears were already forming around the corners of his eyes ready to trickle out.
He wished he wasn't so weak. He could've gotten out of there and ran back to the capital. He didn't care how long it took. He sniffled. His legs bent as his arms wrapped around them to balance himself and his head rested on his knees. He had to stop this. He had to get out. He wasn't weak. He had magic though not physical strength but it would do. He just didn't want to be back here. He began crying again thinking of all those times he'd spent as a captive here in the demon castle. It wasn't a pleasant experience. He wondered, what if he never did become a dragon knight, or sealed Varawoo within himself, or… Too many 'what if's'. (A/N: New Story Idea!)
Rune gasped as he felt a soft caress on his skin. He knew who it was but he didn't want to look. But there was something different about this. It seemed…loving…in a sadistic kind of way. The malice in the atmosphere made it seem that way. It was hiding its true meaning to the world. He untangled himself and did his best to advert his gaze from the demon lord. His form completely submissive though not that relaxed. He just couldn't fight his way out of this.
As expected the other crawled atop of him. The warm breath caressed his skin sending shivers throughout his body. The other's heat was welcome in the cold room with the cold rainy breeze flowing in from the open window.
"You remember the deal." Nadil spoke softly in his ear. Rune nodded solemnly. His body stilled the best he could without responding to the discrete touches on his pale skin. "Good," he finished.
Rune bit his lip as he was bit on the neck. A trickle of blood leaked out. He could've sworn that demons had a fetish for necks, had he not had to pay attention to he incase something would happen. He was loosing again. So he just gave in. It was always the same. And it would remain that way until Nadil was tired of him or he died, which he was hoping for the latter. The thought of being alone was too much to bear than being hurt in the most horrible way.
Being raped, hurt, or sad because of a loved one, doesn't compare to the fact of being alone with no company. You'd feel nothing. You'd only be an observer and commenter but can never do anything. That was how it always was. If you even tried something you'd just be shot down by the lack of response you get. That was always his ending. He was sure they would come for him; he knew Rath would come for him. It gave him little hope on the situation. He stayed still not responding to the oncoming advances. He hoped he was just dreaming and he would wake up in the clinic with someone watching him so he wouldn't do something to condemn himself.
"Tell me elf, do you think they'd come for you?" Nadil spoke through his ministrations. Rune didn't respond to that. He didn't have the courage to. It was hard to believe since the first time he'd been missing they didn't come and look for him not that they'd notice. They probably figured that he was just taking a small detour to rest or something.
Or Something.
Were they going to continue? Would he just be left there? They sure did a good job of showing it.
Yes, what a good job they did.
They knew he was defenseless yet they left him alone. A lonely soul would soon start to disappear. He was losing himself into his own darkness. Day by day he felt himself fading. He knew that he would just disappear without knowing it. How long it wouldn't matter. Life seemed endless until it actually happened knowing how much time has past.
Maybe he could try to run off and start a new life or something. He'd be useless like this.
Mustering whatever strength he had left, he resisted. He fought back trying to get the demon's touch off of him. It was fruitless, futile but he had to try. He wanted to be free knowing that he was just free. His limbs kept flailing a failure attempt to be released.
Soon enough he was pinned down, halting in his actions. He struggled for a bit more before finally lying still. Red eyes looked at him amusingly wicked.
It was coming. The taunts of humiliation, the talk of discouragement. But he couldn't help but think they were true. Reality seemed to be proving it to him now, the pain and torture he was going to suffer. All he could do was lie down and endure it.
Warm breath breezed past his neck, cold hands touching all over his skin, the sayings of dissuasion, they were there tempting his last rays of hope to dissolve and fall back into the so-called abyss of his mind. He was losing touch with himself. Yet he couldn't do anything about it, like he enjoyed it.
"They're not coming for you. He's not coming for you. He never will."
Those words seemed to kill it, the last spark or hope. They would come after him wouldn't they? Wouldn't they? No…
No they won't…
Not this time.
Owari-
BLK Angel of Destruction: Hiya peoples! The ones who have decided to read all the way, I'm very sorry for the crappy endings. I didn't like them one bit. Well I basically don't like anything I write. But I try. I guess this is it for the story. I couldn't do the four endings since I didn't have any ideas after I thought of something else. Well tell me what you think.
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