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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: M!
Warnings: Abuse, insanity, blood… EVIL Flameheart! Kill, kill, kill!
Genre: Angst/Drama/Romance!
A.N: My fic must be pretty boring if it's driving away readers… Here's chapter four!YAY! R&R!
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Review:
Xelena: Hi! (Waves frantically!) Thank you! You're the only one who reviewed… sniff… I think half your review was lost… it kinda stopped funny but that's cool! Yeah, I never liked Flameheart… I HATE him… he's pretty evil in this story… Thanks again for the review!
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Chapter Four.
Mine…
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Orphen sat by the fire, watching the fire leap and dance in front of his eyes; Hartia hadn't returned. Hartia hated him and Orphen felt horrible about it, he had lost his best friend over a moment of insensitive talk.
But Orphen had spoken to Hartia much worse before and the smaller man had always returned, asking to be forgiven when Orphen was the one who should have been in that position.
Looking back Orphen wondered why Hartia stuck by him all that time when Orphen had been so cold towards him. Maybe Hartia had given up on the love they once had and decided that Orphen must not love him anymore.
Fang, Orphen could just imagine Hartia's heart broken eyes staring at him. It scared Orphen; Hartia had always had trouble taking things in his stride, when problems arose it took months for Hartia to work around them.
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Several times on the way back to Flameheart's chambers Hartia had collapsed, panting for breath or trembling in pain. Flameheart didn't know what was wrong with Hartia and he didn't care, Hartia had embarrassed him in front of the Elders, and for that Hartia would be punished.
On entering the room Flameheart flung Hartia's light body at the wall, the smaller man hit the wall with a loud crack and a yelp. Sliding quickly to the ground Hartia felt his eyes fade as unconscious called to him.
But before Hartia could prepare himself Flameheart plowed his boot into his stomach. Hartia couldn't stop himself from vomiting up his stomach contents, which was his last feed and his own blood.
"You worthless little insect" spat Flameheart, his eyes now cold and uncaring. "No wonder no one loves you, your nothing but a beast! That's what you are!"
Hartia froze at these words. No one loved him? Was he a beast? Yes, a beast…. a worthless insect. Flameheart was right… Tears began to well in Hartia's eyes. Krylancelo never loved him, surely. Who could love such disgusting creature?
Unknowingly Flameheart had finished what he had set out to do; he had broken the Tiger's spirit.
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Orphen was knocked out of his thoughts by a rustling sound, looking up he caught sight of two small figures,
"Volkan, what are you doing here?" he asked glaring at the dark blue haired boy.
Volkan said nothing and sat next to the fire, Dortin seemed hesitant but made his way around the fire to Orphen's side,
"P-Please Mr. Orphen, can me and Big Brother stay with you for a while?" he asked quietly so not to alert his brother.
Orphen sighed and nodded,
"Ok Dortin… but I have one question, why do you put up with him? He treats you like dirt?"
Dortin looked confused,
"He treats me better than Dad did," he said smiling over at his brother who only glared at him.
Orphen instantly knew what Dortin meant and winced,
"So… how did your jewel hunt go?" he asked
Dortin's face brightened,
"It went great! But…"
"Its nothing but a worthless rock" snapped Volkan chucking a green stone at Dortin but Orphen caught it before it could hit the younger of the two brothers in the face.
Orphen shushed Volkan and motioned to Majic and Cleao who had accidentally curled into each other, in all truth the two made a great couple.
On examining the gem Orphen had to ask,
"So, what does it do?"
Dortin opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by Volkan, who growled,
"It just a romance piece of junk, it shows you your love where ever he or she is… what a load or rubbish"
Orphen felt his heart rise in his throat, could he see Hartia? He could see if Hartia was OK,
"What are you supposed to do?" he asked
Dortin answered this time,
"Look through it…" he said smiling.
Orphen blinked a few times, it did seem a bit too easy but he tried anyway. Glimpsing into the stone, Orphen felt himself go ridged.
"Oh fang" he whispered.
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Hartia lay on the cold floor panting for air as one of his lungs pained and crackled as blood leaked into it. It felt impossible for any of his ribs to be unbroken, his body screamed for him to black out but he couldn't give in.
Forcing his stiff body up onto all fours, Hartia crawled slowly towards the fire, the flames were long gone but the embers still glowed promising warmth. Curling close to the fire Hartia felt new tears spill down his cheeks. Krylancelo, his mind begged for the other Sorcerer. Hartia just wished he could see the brunette one last time.
Flameheart had grown bored with Hartia's screams and had gone to bed; the blonde lay curled in the satin comforters snoring loudly. Hartia growled at the other man's sleeping form, how Hartia wanted to rip that man's throat open. But Hartia couldn't, what was left of his human nature protested towards killing another, even if Flameheart had hurt Hartia more than he could bear.
Suddenly Hartia froze, his eyes caught sight of a beautiful mirror across the floor, on seeing his own reflection Hartia felt his heart skip a beat. What was once 'Hartia' seemed gone, as what Hartia saw in his place was broken. Dirty red hair hung limply in his face, his brown eyes faded with insanity, pale sickly skin from lack of light. Bruises marred his skin, tears in his flesh bled dark crimson and seemed unable to stop, what robes he had on were somewhat shredded. Tears streamed down his features; this was the only thing that seemed human about Hartia's reflection.
While Hartia stared into the mirror he wasn't aware of Flameheart creeping around his trembling body. Flameheart watched the broken man cry while staring into the mirror, smirking Flameheart grabbed a handful of Hartia's hair yanking him back, straining Hartia's neck.
Hartia screeched in shock and whirled his whole body around so he was facing Flameheart, his eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth hoping he was slightly threatening. But Flameheart wasn't worried; reaching out his hand Flameheart ran his fingertips over Hartia's bruised cheek.
"You are a very beautiful beast," he said grinning cruelly at Hartia who shivered under the touch in absolute fear.
Hartia's mind reeled with thoughts, what was his master doing? What was his master saying?
Before Hartia could think twice Flameheart forced his lips over Hartia's, Hartia automatically struggled, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. Not breaking the forced kiss Flameheart punched Hartia in the gut, winding the red head.
It hurt too much to fight back. Hartia felt as if he was betraying Krylancelo, tears streamed down Hartia's cheeks as his body gave into the strain of consciousness. Flameheart chuckled into the kiss and pressed himself against the smaller man's body.
"You're mine," he hissed against Hartia's lips.
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A/N: There's chapter four! YAY! Hope you liked! If you didn't please still review! I need them to survive!
