Well. I didn't see any questions so, on with the story.

You can still ask questions if curious about something. Don't hold out. If the question is going to be answered in later chapters I will put '#SPOILERS!'

Have a good read/day/night :)

Meeting the Mercenary

The next time the boy awoke he panicked and quickly scrambled to his feet. Warm air fluffed his hair as the sound of whirring filled his ears.

'This is a new torture method' the boy shrank, 'what is it supposed to do?'

Footsteps.

'Th-the man? H-he's vis-visiting?' The boy shrank more and his scratched up back hit the wall, only slight pain illuminated.

'That explains his arrival' the boy pressed heavily into the wall as he footsteps got closer, 'he loves seeing me in pain'

Tears fell from the boys' face and a hand gently wiped them away. The boy whimpered and tried to press harder against the wall.

"I won't hurt you" a soft but slightly scratchy voice said.

The boy let out another whimper and flinched when a hand wiped away his tears again.

"Can you tell me your name?" the soft voice asked and the boy sniffled.

He knew that if he didn't answer than the man would PUNISH him, but if he spoke out of term than the man would do far worse. The boy went by two names, the one he was born with and the one the torturer always calls him.

The boy had told the torturer his real name even though the man told him to only use the name he gave to him and had gotten put in a freezing room that heated up to higher than 100 degrees Fahrenheit with a switch of a flip.

"E-Emi..." The boy was caught off when a finger pressed against his lips.

"No. I want to know your REAL name. NOT the name given to you by your torturer" the man demanded.

The boy gulped and wondered if this was a test before sniffling and curling up slightly.

"Ke-Kem. My nam-name is Kem" the boy whispered and braced himself to be punished.

A soft hum was all he got in reply making him blink open his sightless eyes and look where the man's voice originated from.

"Well Kem" the man finally spoke, "how would you like it if I was to train you on how to take care of yourself and defend yourself"

Kem blinked in shock at that and bit his lip before whispering quietly, "I would like that very much Master"

"None of that" the man spoke sharply, "I am not your Master, I am merely your Trainer"

The boy felt a hand gently wrap around his and quickly followed where the Ma-Trainer led him.

"Now, since I know your name, it is only fair that you know mine" the man turned and Kem felt a soft hand rest on his shoulder, "hello Kem, my skill is being a mercenary and my name is Slade Wilson."