Unity - a Jagan Story By Eldenblade
Disclaimer- I do not own Magic the Gathering, Ravnica City of Guilds, Ravnica Guildpact, Ravnica Dissension or any of the Guilds. Too bad.
I, however, do own Jagan. If you want to use any characters that I've previously used and I own, please contact me beforehand.
(A/N: This chapter is a little bit painful. I warned you guys.)
Chapter 6 Fysical and Mental Torture
These are the chronicles of life and death and everything between.
These are the stories of our lives, as fictional as they may seem.
You come in this world, and you go out just the same.
Today could be the best day of your life.
The Chronicles of Life and Death by Good Charlotte
A piercing scream filled the dungeon. Chains and blood stains littered the torture chamber, little candles provided the spectators some light. In the middle of the chamber, a huge blood-stained machine was making a lot of useless noise. Inside of this chamber, a small boy was screaming his head off.
'Get to your senses, kid,' Nicholas slapped Jagan in the face, then inserted the Transmizzium hooks back into his flesh. Jagan screamed for his life as the Mizlectric energy pulsed through his limbs. Nicholas waited until the boy doubled over and started crying, then pulled the hooks out of his body, leaving small marks on his arms.
'That's what happens if you are ever captured, Jagan. It's not nice. But I am a nice man. We are almost done. Almost.'
Nicholas inserted the hooks into Jagans arm a little too rough. The kid winced from the pain, and tried to remove the hooks. Seeing this, Nicholas slapped the boy in the face.
'When it is an Izzet Research-Torturer, you know you can't remove those. We don't want to have to do this again, now do we?' Nicholas pulled the hooks in even deeper, and Jagan could swear they touched bone.
'Energy please.' Jagan instantly collapsed from the amount of Mizlectic energy. After holding it on for three more minutes, Nicholas finally turned the machine from hell off. Jagan first tried to stand, then fell backwards and closed his eyes.
'Learn from this lesson, Jagan. A true Necroraider is never, never captured. In death you are of more use than captive.'
Helping the kid to his feet, Nicholas felt sorry for him. He knew the torture program was necessary, but it was one of the points of the training program he thought should have been removed. New recruits just weren't up to this. Jagan however seemed to cope with it. Jorgen had been right. The kid has potential.
'Why do we do this?' The kid looked up to the old man, the question clearly bothering him. 'This, Jagan, is also part of our belief. You don't really live without feeling this pain at least once.' Or a million times, Nicholas thought. 'Also, if you join the Golgari, you know you won't die as an old man. Life is short. Make sure you live it to the maximum.'
Jagan stared at the old man. Gosh, he was philosophical today. Jagan wanted to say something back that would probably get him even more punishment, but didn't get the chance. 'There is someone I would like you to meet, Jagan.' The old man looked at him rather serious. 'Bring in Xander.'
The door of the chamber opened. A boy of about Jagans age walked in, and formally greeted Nicholas, then looked at Jagan with a look of disgust. 'This is him?' For a moment Nicholas looked furious. 'Never, never overestimate yourself, Xander. Anyway, Jagan, I would like you to meet Xander. Since you and Xander are about the same age, I think you two will get along just fine.' Looking at the two youngster, the grey man grinned. 'Anyway, I have to leave right now. Ludmilla herself has summoned me to her aid, so I must go. I will see you later.' Grinning, the old man walked away, muttering 'just fine' under his breath.
After half an hour of talking, Jagan knew for sure that he and Xander didn't get along just fine. Xander didn't talk about anybody but himself and his ex-girlfriend. This was even annoying to hear once, but Xander just kept doing it, and after a while even started repeating himself. Jagan felt his eyes become heavier and heavier, tried to hold a yawn but yawned anyway, and…
'…..anyway, I told her that she should fuck off, that I would never like a girl like her and…hey, are you even listening?' Xander looked frustrated at Jagan, who had closed his eyes and was clearly asleep. Jagan opened one eye. 'Xander, to be honest I am not really interested in your love life, I think I prefer the Transmizzium hooks, thank you.' Xander opened his eyes widely at the insult, then narrowed them and grinned. 'Not as if anybody ever loved you, elephant.' Jagan suddenly was very awake. 'I beg your pardon? I thought you just called me an elephant?' 'I'm sorry, but I did. Of course you can't help it your mother is so ugly she had to sleep with a beast.'
Jagan jumped up, eyes flaming, clenching his fists together. 'You take that back, you son of a bitch.'
Xander stood up calmly, glaring into the eyes of the angry halfelf. 'And..what if don't?' Xander grinned, but not in a laughing way. 'Tell me, what if I don't?'
Jagan suddenly became very calm. Determined, he asked 'Tell me, Xander, do you like Transmizzium?'
Xanders eyes widened. 'Wh-What,' he tried to mumble but Jagan already leaped towards him, tearing the hooks from his skin and holding them in his hand palm. Jagan smashed Xander full in the face. The Dark Elf toppled from the impact as Jagan firmly pressed the hooks in his neck, using his momentum to push the hooks even further. For a moment Xander stood stunned. Both boys looked at the switch on the other side of the room.
Xanders eyes widened.'You wouldn't.'
'Oh, but I would.' Jagan jumped towards the switch, dodging Xanders grabbing hands as he desperately tried to stop him. Jagan landed next to the switch. 'I would.' With a unmistakably evil grin, Jagan pushed down the button.
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