Kitty
Summary: After weeks of beating 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! Yoai! Orphen (Krylancelo)/ Hartia!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sorcerer Stabber Orphen! Never have owned it… and never will!
Rating: T!
Warnings: Swear words! Abuse, insanity, blood… and tones of TORTURE and YOAI! Poor Hartia…
Genre: Angst and Drama!
A.N: YAY! Chapter two is up! YEAH! Cool… Anyway! Please read and review!
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Chapter Two.
Giving in…
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Exhaustion hung so heavily in Hartia's mind that he couldn't even find the strength to move, let alone open his eyes. He was awake, but his eyes could no longer open, Hartia felt sick and numb. He was still in his corner struggling to keep warm but he knew Flameheart was still watching him from pink bed, smiling at Hartia's misfortune.
"Is Kitty cold?" he asked mockingly.
Hartia flinched at the words and opened his mouth,
"Fuck off" he hissed out.
Quickly Hartia felt Flameheart's steal capped boot connect with his ribcage, coughing up blood Hartia whimpered and tried to move away from his attacker. But Hartia's muscles were weak and unused, every cracked or broken rib showed clearly as starvation gnawed inside of him.
Suddenly the sound of something being placed in front of him jolted Hartia to open his eyes a fraction to find the bowl of blood in front of him. Hartia shuddered as he felt if he had anything in his stomach he would throw it up.
"Eat" said Flameheart in a dangerous tone that he only used before beating Hartia. Hartia felt fear once more claw at him; he didn't want to get hurt anymore. Dragging his aching body foreword the next couple of inches Hartia lowered his face into the bowl and began to drink.
Flameheart raised his hand above his head in a threatening manner causing Hartia to freeze in fear of being hit.
"Kitty-cats' lap up their dinner, Kitty" he said smiling evilly at Hartia.
Ashamed and repulsed by his actions Hartia pulled away from the bowl and knocked it away. He wasn't going to give in, but these thought quickly fled his mind as Flameheart approached Hartia with a look of murder in his eyes.
For the first time in two weeks Hartia let tears fall in front of Flameheart, Hartia let out a pained whimper and moved away from Flameheart as a wounded animal would. Flameheart didn't hesitate; he picked up a metal rod by the fire and raised it above his head.
Hartia's eyes widened in fear as Flameheart whispered,
"Bad Kitty"
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Several Weeks Later…
Hartia lay still on the ground, he had more strength than before but now Hartia felt sick inside. He had given up the fight against Flameheart, but Flameheart still beat him constantly.
His red-hair had lost its usual shine from the lack of light and the outside world; his eyes had lost most of his sanity but a glimmer still held its ground. How he kept that hope, Hartia didn't know, but one person held him in his dreams, every time Hartia slept he found himself in Krylancelo's arms, the older man whispering how he would never leave him.
But Krylancelo did leave him; every time Hartia woke up he lost the warmth of the other Sorcerer's touch. How Hartia longed to touch Orphen again, the pain Hartia was suffering was driving him over the edge.
"Kitty" called Flameheart walking into the room, Hartia cast Flameheart a dead glance before going back to staring at a wall.
Flameheart didn't like this change Hartia had made,
"Get up" he said suddenly "We are going for a walk," he said.
Hartia wasn't sure what Flameheart was on about but he complied with the command, rising to his trembling hands and feet Hartia dragged himself to Flameheart's side.
"The Elder's wish to see how you are" chuckled Flameheart putting a black collar around Hartia's neck before clipping it on a leash.
Hartia's dead eyes continued to stare blankly ahead, but inside he was screaming at himself to fight back, to bite, to scratch, to get back to the one he loved but Flameheart had done the impossible, he had broken his spirit.
All of Hartia's students had been handed over to Childman, when they had been told that their happy go-lucky scholar, their friend, was a traitor they had not believed the Elder's words. But now they could only stare in shock as Hartia was led down the halls leading to the Elders' on hands and knees.
A young girl who had loved Hartia like a father watched Hartia with teary eyes, Hartia no longer looked like the man she remember, she saw a broken creature, scared and sick, thin and dieing.
Lai stepped forward towards Hartia, Hartia froze and looked up at Lai, recognition flashed through his eyes and he opened his mouth to say something but it was quickly cut off by the leash cutting of the words painfully, followed by a sharp yell from Flameheart,
"Kitty! Move you piece of shit," he yelled angrily.
Instinctively Hartia lowered himself to the ground and slunk after Flameheart all the while casting Lai glances. Lai was horrified, what had happened to his friend? Hartia had always been so joyful, so happy; it was as if the very existence of that had been beaten out of him.
On entering the dome shaped room that was filled with the Elders' Flameheart moved into the middle of the room and un-clipped the collar. The Elders' at first didn't speak; one came foreword and stared at Hartia who lowered himself under the intense glare.
Childman watched from the balcony behind the Elders, shock showing clearly on his features, Hartia looked so broken it was horrible. Turning away the older man's blue hair fell in front of his face.
Flameheart smiled at the Elders' silence,
"This is Kitty" he said "Kitty!" he yelled glaring at Hartia.
Hartia flinched away from the word as if struck, fear flashed through his brown eyes, but he didn't speak, it wasn't like a mangy animal like himself to do so.
"You have done well Flameheart… soon we will have Krylancelo in the palm of our hands" hissed an Elder laughing.
Childman shuddered at the man's laughter, it was cold and made up of pure evil. But Childman noticed something; at the mention of Orphen's name Hartia had flinched once again but this time his eyes had been searching for the person.
Over the years of teaching Hartia, he had learnt that the redhead was loyal but also very naive. But so loyal that he could never stop helping those he trusted that meant when Krylancelo left the Tower Hartia was torn between sides. The choices were his best friend and lover or the Tower who had given him everything along with Childman himself.
Childman knew of Hartia's involvement with Krylancelo, he had wished the two good-luck, but what good had that done. Now, before him, Childman saw what was left of Hartia, lost without Krylancelo hand to guide him.
"Is he ready yet?" asked an Elder breaking through Childman's thoughts.
"No" Flameheart admitted. "But he will soon… it will not take long but I'm planning on destroying every moral Hartia ever believed in… so in the end he relies on fear itself for survival" said Flameheart smirking.
"Very well… go now," said an Elder.
Flameheart bowed to the Elders and put Hartia back on the leash, but this time Hartia was once again too tired to move and collapsed.
The Elders' looked at Hartia's exhausted body then at Flameheart,
"I hope your going to fix this… dilemma" one Elder said glaring at Flameheart.
A pink tinge formed in Flameheart's cheeks before he wrenched Hartia up causing the redhead to choke slightly.
"Of course" he said before dragging Hartia out of the room.
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A/N: YAY! It feels so cool posting more of this… Please review and the next chapter should be up quickly!
