... Kitty ...
Summary: After months of beatings and starvation, anyone can lose his or her morals, and Hartia is no exception. When Hartia's secret is no more the Elders' give him to Flameheart. Please R&R! I suck at summaries! Yaoi! Orphen (Krylancelo)/ Hartia!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sorcerer Stabber Orphen! Never have owned it… and never will!
Rating: M!
Warnings: Abuse, insanity, blood… and tones of TORTURE and YAOI! Poor Hartia…
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance!
A.N: Hi! This is my first 'Orphen' fic so please don't flame me for it! I just need advice and I'll work towards doing better! Please R & R!
Chapter One.
Dammit…
Hartia ducked further into the shadows, lowering himself to ground level, watching the tall figure loom over him dangerously. On hands and knees Hartia pressed himself into a corner and whimpered quietly when he found he was trapped.
The stronger man chuckled cruelly as he approached Hartia, a smirk played at the man's lips, his cold blue eyes boring into frightened brown ones.
"P-Please" whispered Hartia looking up at Flameheart with pleading eyes.
Flameheart's smirk faded at this, then with a swift movement the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed around the Sorcerer's living quarters. Hartia held back a cry of pain and collapsed to the ground panting, anasty bruise forming on his left cheek.
Hartia wore tattered robes, a costume he had made to represent his childhood hero, but even the new Black Tiger couldn't save Hartia. This hurt Hartia more than he showed, the reality of his life had hit him after the first beating, and all hopes of a better life had been shattered.
"Animals don't speak," hissed Flameheart leaning down over Hartia's trembling frame.
Hartia tried to shrink further back but found he was trapped. Hartia's red hair hung in front of his brown eyes; his hair mattered in blood and sweat. Hartia felt hate boil up inside of him, his eyes darkened critically.
"I'm not an animal," he growled lifting himself up so he could look Flameheart in the eyes.
Flameheart laughed out loud at this and brought his foot back before plowing it into Hartia's side causing a loud crack to sound. Falling to the ground Hartia yelped in pain and coughed up flecks of blood.
"Don't disobey your master, Kitty," said Flameheart in a calm voice, then without warning Flameheart turned and left the room.
As soon as Flameheart's footsteps had gone Hartia burst into tears, covering his face with his trembling hands Hartia sobbed freely. It had been a week since this had begun; the Elders' had discovered his betrayal and handed him over to Flameheart, so he could learn a lesson Childman could never teach.
Over the days in the darkened room, constant beatings, no food, Hartia was getting ill and weaker. His magic had faded dangerously to the extent that consciousness was something Hartia struggled to keep.
After a time Hartia crawled towards Flameheart's bed, not daring to stand in fear that Flameheart would catch him acting like a human and he would be beaten. The bed was round and was covered in pink silk, blue drapes hung around it.
Even though Hartia still had his sanity, fear was enough to drive him onto his hands and knees. Reaching across the bed Hartia snatched awaya sheet and crept back to his corner, curling up against the cobblestone wall Hartia wrapped the sheet around his thin frame and shivered as the coldness of the night seeped through his bloodied robes.
"I am a shadow in the night," mumbled Hartia forgetting he had to be silent "I will find those who suffer and bring their aggressors down" Hartia's brown eyes clouded with sadness and tears, "Krylancelo, what would you think if you saw that I've fallen so far…" whispered Hartia as new tears streamed down his face.
Orphen sat back against a tree and stared up at the stars, a small smile lingering on his lips. His dark hair hung gently in front of his brown eyes that searched the sky for the answers to a million questions. His red headband was caught in a silent wind.
Normally Orphen would ask the heavens what he had to do to save Azalie but tonight, Orphen wanted to know why Hartia had disappeared. Out of no where the red-headed sorcerer had vanished, normally when Orphen was in danger the New Black Tiger would come to save the day, but in the last while their had been no sign of 'Shrimp Man'.
But Orphen wasn't worried; Hartia could normally get himself out of trouble, but lately Orphen had a gut feeling that something was wrong. More than ever before, Orphen worried about his little Tiger. Wait, his Tiger? Orphen shook his head losing his smile.
"Where are you Hartia?" he asked the night air, but as always, he got no answer.
"Wake up," snapped a voice breaking through Hartia's dull mind that was still begging for sleep. Hartia let out a shuddering breathe of pure exhaustion and forced his brown eyes open only to be greeted by Flameheart.
Hate flashed through Hartia's eyes but he kept silent,
"I see you are learning Kitty," said Flameheart flicking some stray strands of blonde hair out of his face, the same smirk playing at his lips.
Hartia growled at Flameheart baring his teeth, oh fang, how he hated Flameheart. Flameheart was surprised at Hartia's actions but smiled broadly,
"Food" he simply said.
Instantly Hartia's eyes perked up, he was starving, pushing himself up onto all fours Hartia watched warily as Flameheart put a bowl of something red in front of him, instantly Hartia knew what it was by the smell and backed away from it. Blood…
"Oh common," snapped Flameheart smiling at Hartia's discomfort, but his eyes showed he was already getting impatient.
Hartia didn't move "Fine," said Flameheart taking away the crimson liquid "You don't eat"
RG: Short! But hopefully good? Tell me please! Was it horrid? Too emotional? If so what do I need to change? Please review! With five reviews I'll post the next chap! Promise it'll get better!
