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AnimeDragonGirl: Sorry for the punctuation mistakes, I'll get those sorted as soon as possible. If you want to beta my work, feel free, I'd be honoured.

WARNING: mild torture, Yaoi and rape later on.

Sareen and Sol(stice) are © me, all other characters etc. are © Naughtydog.

Betrayal

It wasn't much at first, just a small wisp of smoke in the distance, followed by a slight tremor, barely detectable, but then it grew, and soon, explosions could be heard over the rumbling traffic, until everyone was staring at the thin tendrils that had now become a billowing mass of dense black smoke.

Sareen's communicator suddenly went off, looking at it her face paled before anger took over.

"It's coming from the throne room!" she shouted at Sol, he was the officer in charge, which meant that it was up to him what they should do, if they left their posts, he would be putting her in danger, yet, if he refused to go, he would be putting both his cover, and the Underground, in jeopardy. He nodded at Sareen "Alright men, back to the palace!" he shouted, not noticing the suspicious looks Sareen was giving him.

Back at the palace, everything was in uproar, Sol dashed around, helping who he could, and shouting orders to those unhurt. Apparently, a bomb had been set off in the throne room, the explosion setting off a series of explosives which, on their own, wouldn't of done much harm, yet together, proved fateful to those who were unfortunate to be within range. Confusion and mass panic had then broken out, some were trying to find the source of the chaos, while the majority were trying to flee, until their officers and lieutenants arrived an brought back some semblance of order.

Sareen rushed around helping those who had been caught in the explosion and survived it. Occasionally sending glances at Sol, but his back was turned as he dug through the rubble, attempting to free those who were still trapped.

At one point Sol looked up and noticed that Sareen was talking with a young man, his eyes hardened when he saw who it was, Erol. If looks could kill, Erol would no longer have been in existence, as it was, Sol would just have to remember his place, and ignore any urges to ram a knife through the rat's shoulder blades. He couldn't however ignore how close he was standing to his sister, nor the look in his eyes as he watched her, despite his sombre appearance, and it was all he could do to turn his eyes away.

When the rubble was cleared, and all reports had been made, officers were told to return to their posts.

Once in the slums, Sol reached into a pocket attached to the belt across his chest, just behind his hip. Taking out a small ear plug and a clip, he put the ear plug into his left ear and attached the clip to the top of his belt, pressing a button on both of them, he waited, and soon he heard Torn's rough voice over in his ear.

"What?"

"How did it go?"

"What? Oh, yeah, Tyr called and said that everything is now in place, did you get the documents?"

"Yeah, I did" Sol replied, mentally feeling the bulge in his leg pocket against his thigh

"Good, Tyr said he'd keep us posted"

"Okay" Sol said distractedly

"Sol?"

"Yeah?"

"What's up?"

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing, I just keep getting the feeling that I've forgotten something important"

"Tyr said the plan went without a hitch, so all you need to worry about now, is getting a decent nights sleep"

Sol nodded still unsure, but he knew it was no point arguing with Torn "Okay" he said and switched the microphone off, before putting it away, the ear plug he kept in, just in case.

Early next morning Sol was to be found in the offices collecting his duties, he smiled at Sue before collecting his papers.

"Oh, Erol rang down earlier, he wants you to meet him in Room 5, block C"

"Thanks" Sol said, he frowned, Block C? that was the interrogation block, with a shrug he looked down at his rota, he had a small duty in the prison block, but after that he was free till lunch.

Collecting the night report from the prison night watch, he headed for Block C, finding room 5, he knocked before entering.

"Ah, Sol" Erol greeted him, the room was almost bare, except for a chair facing away from the door with shackles attached to the legs and arms, and a table which it was facing, on which the commander was perched.

"I have the report from the prison block sir" He said, stepping forwards and handing over the papers. Erol scanned them before placing them onto the table.

"Very good, but that's not why I called you here, we have a little matter we need to sort out."

"Really sir? I wasn't aware that we had any prisoners in need of interrogation"

"You wouldn't be because we don't" Sol's eyebrow shot up "You see, it's not a prisoner we wish to interrogate" he said smirking, Sol started to get uneasy "It's you"

With that he was grabbed from behind and forced into the chair, his wrists and ankles were shackled, and wires were connected to the back of the chair.

The door behind him opened, but he was unable to see who it was that had entered, the lights were turned out and a lamp was switched on over the table.

Erol stepped forwards, a look of triumph on his features, Sol tried to keep his face deadpan, but could not stop the anger which burned in his eyes.

"Now Sol, let's see just how co-operative you really are"

"I don't have any idea what you-ARGH!" He yelled as a shock ran through the chair.

"Did I say you could speak?" Erol sneered "Now, let's see, ah yes, we were discussing a little matter of co-operation, let me ask you something, just how loyal are you to the Baron?"

"He has my oath of loyalty, an oath which I intend to keep"

"Liar"

Another shock ran through the chair, but this time Sol bit his lip and stayed deadpanned

"We have information which states otherwise"

"From who?"

"From me"

Sol's heart stopped at the voice, praying he had heard it wrong, but no he hadn't, and as a slim figure walked into the lamp light, his world came crashing down.

"Sareen?"

"Yes, Sareen has been rather helpful" Erol said, placing an arm round her waist, chains clanked as Sol jerked his arms upwards.

Another shock ran through the chair, bigger than before, Sol fell forwards, his back tense, to those in the room, it looked like he had curled up from the pain, but in truth, he was leaning forwards so that the top of his belt was in reach of his thumb, the microphone was still attached to the inside of it, and he was able to activate it just as he was yanked back up.

"Think that's bad? We've got plenty more where that came from" Erol smirked

"Now lieutenant, tell me what it was you saw yesterday morning after you came to see me for leave"

"I was passing the throne room when I saw a figure using one of the computers, when they left, I went over and discovered that all the access codes had been unlocked using a master key"

"Who was it that you saw?"

"Sol"

Sol groaned inwardly, he was starting to regret switching his microphone on, if Torn had heard that, he'd never live it down, then again, he'd never live it down if Torn didn't know what was going on.

"Now Sol, tell me this, what would an outstanding captain like you, be doing with a master card at that hour, hacking into the computer system's access codes?"

"I was checking to make sure that the access codes worked,"

"Did you have authorisation to do this?"

"No, I did not, it was a one-off system check"

"And what made you think that they needed checking?"

"There had been numerous complaints made by officers that the computers would not allow them access, I was simply checking to see if the problem was with the codes or the cards"

"And which was it?"

"The cards, the access codes responded immediately and no errors came through"

"Indeed, tell me though, did you not think that it would be a sensible idea to lock them again after to prevent an attack? An attack which in actual fact, occurred later that very same day?"

Sol remained silent

"You know what I think? I think you were behind that attack, weren't you?"

"No sir"

"You turned on the access codes, allowing who ever was working with you, free access to the palace, so that they could set up whatever devices they needed without being detected, didn't you?"

"No sir" Sol said again

Sol's head was forced to the side as a fist connecter with his right cheek.

"Wrong answer" Erol hissed

"Tell me this then" Erol continued, wiping blood off his knuckles "Why you seem to insist on covering up your tattoos while you're off duty"

Sol paled but kept his face straight

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean sir"

A fist connected with his face again, and this time Sol could feel blood running down the side of his face from a cut next to his eye.

"Really? You won't recognise this then" and with that he produced a small tin of cream, handing it to Sareen he nodded at Sol.

"No sir I don't"

Sareen stepped forwards and cleared his face of blood, before applying the cream to it.

"Bring him in"

A young guard was escorted in and placed in front of Sol, he stood to attention, but Sol noticed the fear in his eyes

"Do you recognise this man?" Erol asked him

The man jumped slightly, but kept his composure "Yes sir"

"Where?"

"He attacked a patrol of guards when they tried to arrest him for speeding"

"Thank you, that'll be all"

The man left and Erol turned back to his prisoner

"Well Sol, there you have it"

"And you believe his word, that kid has night duty, it could have been anyone"

"True, but we also have video evidence which can place you at the scene of the event, and strangely enough, you appear to have no tattoos in any of the photos, care to explain that?"

"I like to party at night"

"That could explain you rash behaviour, but not your lack of Krimson Guard tattoos"

"I also don't like to stand out, you must know yourself how hard it is to remain inconspicuous in a bar with tattoos over your face"

This earned him another punch In the face

"Not good enough" Erol sneered "Guards, you know what to do"

Sol was yanked to his feet and his armour removed, he was just able to grab the microphone off his belt before it was thrown into a corner along with all his weapons, he was then thrown to the ground and kicked repeatedly, curling up he attached the microphone to his roots just behind his ear, as he did this, his fingers accidentally brushed over the speaker in his ear.

"Sol? Sol!" He could hear Torn's voice on the other end and wondered whether he should answer.

"I'm fine" he whispered, positioning the microphone so that he could whisper into it without being heard "I can't talk much, Erol ain't as stupid as he looks"

"You could fool me"

"Don't worry buddy, we'll get ya out" He heard Daxter shout in the background

"I know" he whispered before a kick to the head made him too woozy to think anymore.

After a while he could hear shouting, he tried to make out what was being said but a kick to the stomach caused him to groan in pain. His back was bleeding and bruises were already coming out all over his body.

He could finally make out what was being said though as the fury of the kicking stopped.

"…Mass breakout, nearly all of the prisoners from sector…"

"…no idea how they escaped, looks like someone blew open the doors but they vanished…"

"What shall we do with him?" Sol heard one say and flinched as he was kicked in his already bleeding side.

"Throw him into the cell block"

Sol glared at Erol through red misted eyes, but was dragged up to his feet and escorted to the prison block. On the way he passed Ashelin, the surprise on her face mirrored the anger on his.

"Welcome home" One of them leered as he was thrown into the cell

"Bastards!" He shouted after them. Before he was forced to sit down due to blood loss.

It was a few minutes before he realised that his speaker in his ear was going off, attaching the microphone to a strand of hair near his ear, he laid down on the stone bench and closed his eyes.

"Yeah?" He asked weakly

"Sol? Thank God, where are you?"

"Let me just say that the décor hasn't changed much, still as drab and uncomfortable as ever"

"You in the prison?"

"Back in my old cell actually"

"How can you tell?"

"I cam still smell the blood from two years ago when someone tried it on with Sareen" he said, a humourless laugh to his voice.

"How are you?"

"Tired, sore, bloody"

"That sounded like quite a beating"

"I've had worse, I used to live with Sareen remember"

There was silence on the other end, then Sol could hear mumblings, followed by Jak's voice

"You there buddy?"

"Where else?"

"You OK?"

"I'll survive, I think"

"Good, you gonna tell us what's going on then?"

"I… Hang on, someone's coming"

At that moment Erol appeared by the door, Sol hastily tucked the strand of hair behind his ear.

"Well, aren't we a sight for sore eyes?"

"What do you want?"

"You, Alive" He said, at that point Sareen walked in behind him and set a Med Kit and a clean T-shirt beside him.

She removed what was left of his top and cleaned his back, before rubbing a lotion over his torso and arms and bandaging them, he had a gash which ran from the corner of his right eye to the middle of his eyebrow, she wiped the blow which had congealed there and at the corner of his mouth, before applying an ointment that would help it to heal faster.

"That's enough" Erol said after she had finished bandaging his ankle "Let's leave Sol here to his thoughts"

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him.

"Sol?"

"What?" He growled out

"What happened?"

"They came and bandaged my wounds" he said, his voice getting weaker

"Sol? What's wrong?"

"I just, need…" He managed to get out before he blacked out.

Sareen sat on her bed, her head in her hands. Why was that dream haunting her? Every time she fell asleep, it seemed to appear, but this time, there was no sense of overwhelming safety when Sol caught her, just one of sadness, and instead of comfort, his eyes held hurt, anger, Betrayal.

She had betrayed him, she knew that, she knew that from the moment she first went to Erol after the attack, but why then did she feel she was missing something? What was it Onin had said? Keep close to him and your answers will be revealed? She sighed, none of it made any sense. There was one thing she knew though, if she wanted any answers, there was only one person she was going to get them from.

The prison block was quiet, most of the cells were empty after the break out, 30 prisoners, each of them sentenced either to death, or banishment, all of them connected to the wastelanders, either through being one, or about to become one.

She stopped outside the door she wanted, a vague memory stirred at the back of her mind, but she made it stay there, more interested in the young man laying down with his knees bent up, his body turned to the wall, his eyes were closed and his breathing shallow, entering the cell she noticed how pale his complexion was, and quickly her fingers found his neck, his pulse was weak, and getting weaker.

It was then that she noticed the red on her fingers, brushing back his hair she saw a gash on the side of his neck, the blood congealed slightly, but still flowing from the wound.

"Oh God" She breathed, she grabbed an emergency med kit she always carried with her and started cleaning the wound, taking some green eco she rubbed it into the wound, feeling his pulse becoming slightly stronger, bandaging the wound, she felt his pulse, and was glad to feel it getting stronger, his breathing deeper.

He groaned and rolled onto his back, his eyes fluttered open and she saw recognition in their depths, followed by a smile, but the smile disappeared, and through the frown that replaced it, she saw a rapid change of emotions, confusion, followed by understanding, and with understanding came sadness and betrayal.

"Sareen" he said quietly

Sitting up he shook his head before getting to his feet, walking to the window he looked out at the city below "What do you want" he asked finally, his voice tired, bordering on angry.

"Answers"

"Hn, didn't you learn enough when your 'commander' was beating me to a pulp?"

She looked hurt at the tone of his voice, but he didn't seem to care "That's not what I want answers for"

He looked back at her, his eyebrows raised. "Well?"

She stopped and realised she didn't know what it was she wanted to ask

"What…What do you know about me?" His eyes widened, and he looked thoughtful

"You're a lieutenant and a medic for the Krimson Guard."

"I meant before that"

He looked down, his face blank, thinking.

"Nothing" he finally said

She looked at him disbelieving before getting up and going to the door

"See you around" She said as she opened it

"Why? You coming to witness my torture?"

He got no answer, only the sound of a door clicking shut. With a sigh he collapsed onto the bench.

"Torn?"

"What is it?"

"Nothing, just need some grip on reality"

"Having it pretty rough aren't you?"

"Could say that, never thought I'd go back to being a lab rat"

"What happened earlier?"

"Passed out"

"Blood?"

"Yeah"

There was a pause, followed by Daxter's angry voice

"Hold on there tattooed wonder, what makes you thing we want to go anywhere near that place?"

Torn said something but he wasn't close enough to the communicator for Sol to pick it up.

Which was lucky, because at that point he heard something else, footsteps.

"Torn, I gotta go, I'll leave the mic on in case I hear something important, but I won't be able to talk."

"Okay, hang in there buddy, we'll get you out as soon as we can"

The door to his cell opened just as he tucked the strand of hair behind his ear, Erol entered with a couple of guards.

"Take him" he said calmly, the guards stepped forwards and restrained Sol, he was then escorted to the chair where he'd spent most of his time when he was last there.

They strapped him down, tying an extra strap round his waist.

"Seems a bit familiar, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, you were an evil bast-ARGH!" He was cut off by a scream as the machine above him kicked into life.

"Wanna say that again?" Erol asked as he paused the machine.

"BASTARD!" Sol shouted before he was hit with another burst of energy.

"Tsk, tsk, we must really do something about that mouth of yours" Erol smirked "I would have you gagged, but it's so much fun to hear you scream"

"You son of a-RGH!"

"See what I mean?"

His body sagged as the energy began to leave it, his vision blurred, passing in and out of darkness.

"Is that why you haven't killed me yet?"

"That and that it would look bad on the report, especially if you were found to be innocent"

"Lucky me"

"Oh, and Sareen"

Sol jerked his head upwards.

"You leave her out of this"

"It's because of her you're alive, she came to me and asked me to spare you, said something about Onin saying you were important"

"If you lay one finger on her, I swear you'll get hit so hard you'll land in next MILLENIA!"

"Oh, don't worry, I won't hurt her" he said, an evil glint in his eye.

Sol was about to retort when the machine kicked in again, this time, Erol didn't turn it off straight away, instead he walked away from the machine and over to Sol.

Sol was trying to say something, but pain was preventing him from forming the words.

"Sorry, can't hear you"

"Bastard" Sol spat out before his face contorted in agony, drawing another ragged scream from his throat, before his whole body went limp.

Running over to the machine Erol turned it off, before returning to the table and checking his pulse.

"Guards!" he shouted, they came over and undid his straps before carrying him back to his cell, his eyes fluttered for a second as they dropped him on the bench.

With a smirk Erol dismissed them before walking over to Sol, placing a hand on his shoulder he leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"I'll be back later"

Before he slammed the door shut behind him.

"Sol? Sol!" Torn was getting frantic, there had been no word from the communicator for the past five hours, He knew the speaker was still working because he could occasionally hear the odd guard passing by, but other than that there was no answer.

"SOL!" He shouted, causing Jak to jump and nearly fall off the bunk he was on.

"You might want to shout a little louder, I don't think they quite heard you in Kras" Daxter said sarcastically.

"Shut up rat, Sol! For crying out loud answer!"

"Could you get Ashe to check on him?" Jak asked

"Could do, Ashe?"

"Yes?"

"Could you go and check on Sol? He hasn't answered in the past five hours.

"I'll go and check, but he's probably still sleeping off the injections." the other end disconnected and Torn stared at it.

"Still sleeping it off?" he asked in disbelief "How long does it take?"

"Sometimes it can take up to 12 hours" Jak replied from the bunk where he was now lying down.

"12 hours? That's gotta be rough" Daxter piped in

Ashelin walked down the corridors, her pace increasing when she was sure no one was about. Stopping outside Sol's cell she peered in through the small barred window, Sol was still how the guards had left him, lying on the bench, one leg hanging off, one arm trailed on the floor, the other rested across his chest, moving up and down with his breathing.

"Torn? He's all right, just asleep"

"Ok, I'll try tomorrow, you get back before you're seen"

"Ok, don't leave him here for too long"

"Don't worry, we won't"

The palace was quiet, the halls still as all it's occupants slept, except for two, one of which was stalking the corridors, in search of his victim. The other was sat in a corner, his knees brought up to his chin, arms wrapped around them as he stared out the window at the starry night sky.

He felt like a little kid again, hiding in the corner so no one would find him, but that time he had had Sareen for support, back then he wasn't afraid to sleep at night, in fear of who would come.

His head swivelled to the door as he heard a grating, a shadow was moving outside, he quickly stowed the microphone in his boot, it had been made eco-proof so it had survived the injection, switching it off, not wanting anyone to know about what he knew was going to happen.

He turned to the wall, still curled up, trying to place a barrier between him and whoever had entered the room.

A hand landed on his shoulder, a voice whispered in his ear, warm breath brushing his neck.

"Are we going to play nicely today?"

Sol tried to curl up tighter, but it was no use, Erol rolled him onto his back, using a stun gun to shock him out of his protective shell.

"I'd cooperate if I were you" he growled, straddling the younger man, he leaned forwards and caught his mouth, running his hands over his chest.

Sol tried to resist, but he was still weak from earlier, instead, all he could do was hope it would be over soon. His mouth remained firmly shut against Erol's attack, but a punch to the stomach soon changed that, he gasped in pain, and Erol used this to his advantage, running his hands over the strongly toned stomach he eased his t-shirt up, cool fingers teasing bare skin, working their way up. His sides were caressed, nails running over old scars, tormenting battered flesh.

His assault on his mouth continued, probing deeper and deeper, Sol started to get dizzy from lack of oxygen, he wondered if he could keep him at it long enough to suffocate him, running his hands through his hair he increased the pressure, deepening the 'kiss' further.

A moan escaped him unwillingly as he felt cold hands reach under his top, brushing over his erogenous areas, he could feel Erol smirking against his lips, but he never let him break his contact, even when he tried to pull away he pulled back, forcing him to increase the pressure, but finally lack of oxygen allowed Erol to break away, he glared at him and grabbing his wrists, held them above his head before leaning in again.

"Don't think you're getting out of it that easily" he whispered, Sol gasped as he grabbed his bottom lip in his teeth, tearing the skin. When he pulled away his mouth was bloody, the same blood trickled over Sol's cheek.

Leaning down Erol licked it off, revelling in the whimpers that escaped his victim. Slowly his hands released their grip on his wrists and ran over his muscled chest and stomach, before they reached his waist. One wrapped round behind it, lifting him off the cold stone, the other ran down his back, causing Sol to tremble as it ran further down and into the waistband of his trousers.

No, this couldn't be happening, he couldn't believe it, he was actually, starting to, enjoy it.

"NO!" he shouted, tucking his legs up to his chest he kicked Erol off him, sending him crashing to the ground, before he could get back up Sol was on him, straddling his waist. He grabbed his arms and held them down.

"I won't be made a fool of by you" he growled out, leaning down so that he was a hair's breadth from the older man's face. "Not again"

He punched him in the stomach, pulling his fist back for another, but a foot connected with the back of his head before he could land it.

He found himself on the bottom again, warm breath covered his face.

"I told you, you should of cooperated" he hissed, charging the stun gun to full, before firing at the younger man's stomach.

Sol yelled in agony, his tormentor smirked as he watched his victim writhing under him, lust filled his eyes as Sol's body jerked upwards, buckling under the pain. Switching the lock on the gun he placed it on the ground so it was still pointing at Sol's back, removing his top he leaned down and smothered another yell with his mouth, feeling the young body beneath him buckle and writhe against his bare skin started to get him excited, removing the youth's top he sat on his hips, causing pressure between them as his body continued to writhe under the pain, leaning down he whispered huskily in the youth's ear.

"Scream for me"

And there you have it, Chapter 5, would you believe that I wrote the whole thing in an hour or two?

If you didn't like that last scene I did warn you in the beginning, so don't blame me.

You'll have to wait for chapter six as I am currently running out of Ideas, I've got an Idea for the rescue mission, but other than that, nada.