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At that moment Wayle Tyran's gaze was harsher than any the young recruit had ever faced. Fiercer than any Grimm's, more piercing than any mother's, it struck fear into his heart.
"It seems to me that this one's discipline is lacking… Captain, I believe he needs some training…" At that moment the young Lord's voice was cold, as if masking great annoyance… or anger.
"Hmm… yes, I agree. I think a thousand laps around the yard seems like a good start." The poor lad's face paled as those words registered. "I expect you to stand ready and prepared at 7 o clock sharp! Tardiness will not be forgiven!"
"Y-Yes Captain!" Slight tears could be seen flowing from his eyes.
"And do note. If you fail me one more time… I will personally make sure you never repeat it." And with that declaration, Wayle turned around and left, quickly followed by his two companions.
And as the door closed the youth that had made the greatest error in his life slumped into the chair, a slight wetness present in his undergarments.
-Break—
The first thing she noticed as she came to was that she was bound again.
She had been recaptured. Wayle Tyran had shown up and she had been recaptured with such contemptuous ease…
"So, you have awoken." A voice floated into her ears, calm, steady… cold, most certainly that of Wayle Tyran…
She raised her head, taking in her surroundings as she did so.
Wherever she was, it was nothing she had seen before, neither during her entry or her escape. It was dark, enclosed, with no windows what-so-ever.
The walls were plain smooth concrete, and try as she might, she couldn't find the door.
Maybe it was behind her?
Before her stood her captor, in the sparsely lit room he seemed even darker than before, even more ominous…
"First of all, we can make this easy. You can just tell me what I want to know, and there will be no need for… unpleasant methods."
His voice was low, nice and pleasant. At least until the last part, where it suddenly deepened without explanation, become far darker than normal, somehow echoing more than the rest he said.
"I won't tell you anything, do your worst." She tried to spit at him in defiance, but somehow she couldn't, the very action not being carried out.
He sighed. "I was afraid you would say that. Trust me, my worst is far, far worse than you imagine. So I will ask nicely one more time. Will you please tell me what I want to know?"
She laughed at him. "Never."
"Very well."
All hints of bravado fell from her mind as the room suddenly seemed to drop in temperature, the light seemingly dimming further.
Suddenly what was in front of her wasn't human at all. A veil of terror and hatred enveloped him as his eyes took on an unnatural gold colour.
His hand reached out, and she steeled herself. It didn't matter if he would hit her, electrocute her or hurt her in any other way, she was ready, she was prepared for it.
He could damn well violate her there and then and she wouldn't care.
Such was her resolve.
And therefore she was wholly unprepared for him simply laying his hand on the side of her head.
But any confusion was cut short as something intruded upon her psyche.
She had been prepared for any kind of physical violence, but she was woefully unprepared for a violation of her mind.
It was wrong unlike anything had been wrong before. His power wormed its way into the depths of her mind, and she was powerless to stop it.
Before this power her very being was laid bare, and in that moment she knew. She knew that he knew, that everything she knew was slowly being learned by him.
Most people would probably pass out before this kind of assault, but when she had steeled herself she had set her resolve not to crumble for anything.
And so she subconsciously endured, held on to her consciousness…
And in a brief moment of unexpected clarity she saw something even more terrifying than the Wayle Tyran before her.
Red-skinned with similarly golden eyes, sharp ridges protruding from the forehead, small tendrils from the chin and cheeks, like some weird beard. That, thing, was clad in ornate dark robes and red armour, and with this image came several words she couldn't make sense of.
Sith. Dark Lord. Master.
Darth Melaion.
And with all of that came a sense of dread and fear that did not belong to her.
And then she was released, and with that she knew… She knew that he was now aware of all the secrets that her beloved Cinder had entrusted her with.
And yet for some inexplicable reason she had also gained something from this.
Foggy and unclear, except for that one image of terror nothing made much sense to her.
Yet the conviction and desire of the person before her had suddenly been understood by her…
And as she slunk into the dark embrace of unconsciousness she wondered…
'Could that desire to help extend even to one such as me?'
-Break—
Cinder Fall slumped down into a chair as she mulled over the news delivered by Mercury.
She now had confirmation that the Army of Union and Wayle Tyran were connected, most likely he was the leader of the group.
And amongst their ranks were several former members of the White Fang, and foremost amongst these stood the people she had sent to stall the overwhelming youth.
It seemed that Roman had been right…
Which reminded her… who exactly killed him? It wasn't the White Fang…
While it was easy to just say that the man had many enemies, and that one of them must have gotten him, that completely disregarded the point where Roman Torchwick wasn't stupid enough to get killed like that…
He was resourceful and influential, and many of those who could have threatened him wasn't long lived.
Then if he hadn't been careless… could it have been… treachery?
Cinder and those that were part of her plans had suffered from a string of treacheries lately after all…
Well, she wouldn't complain too much. She had wanted the man dead anyway.
But to think she would be left with so few options…
She wanted to continue her plans against the kingdoms, but the Army of Union was an all too real threat to her plans…
Could she ignore them for a while? Would they be able to find her?
It was unfortunate that Emerald had failed to escape, but Cinder was confident that the girl wouldn't break any time soon, so there shouldn't be much risk of her divulging the locations of their current hideouts before they could move them.
If Wayle Tyran was even willing to go that far, it seemed to the raven-haired woman that the young man was somewhat soft at times…
It was too bad that he had proven an obstacle to her plans, he had seemed to her like he would be quite the partner…
And it had been far, far too long since she had last had a good one…
-Break—
She had been testing the waters for a few weeks now, yet that woman hadn't shown up again.
Was it a coincidence? Or…
She really wanted to know the connection between the two of them, between the Raven and the Little Sun Dragon…
So this time she had invited the Dragon to a rendezvous at a secluded location. One where they wouldn't be interrupted by random people passing by and where the Raven could come without anyone else noticing.
As such she was skipping about in the secluded clearing, waiting for the other to arrive.
She was certain she would come.
True to form, soon the sound of breaking twigs and footsteps of middling weight could be heard, accompanied by slight muttering.
And soon the golden-blonde entered the clearing, eyes immediately narrowing as she saw the person waiting for her.
The petite woman just smiled mysteriously, just like always.
Interestingly enough, it seemed her prey was intent on reigning herself in this time around.
Her smile changed slightly, barely enough for anyone to notice. It became more genuine.
She walked up to the busty girl.
It sure was a nice bust, maybe even on par with Glynda?
She might have to check that.
"What do you want Neo?" The question was ground out slightly, as if through gritted teeth.
Her answer was simple. She beckoned with her finger.
The annoyance was clear on her opponents face, yet there was an unusual amount of caution in the fist that flew towards her.
Even if it was deflected just like always, this time it was actually followed up by another.
She twisted around as her grin grew, throwing a kick at her opponents leg.
To her surprise the kick was guarded against, and a retaliatory knee was launched against her.
She used the knee as leverage to perform a flip above her opponent, landing an elbow in the back while she was at it.
The Huntress stumbled forwards slightly, but managed to right herself to launch a roundhouse kick at her opponent.
While the agile freelancer managed to duck beneath it, she was taken slightly by surprise by the fist the somehow followed, and she was forced to throw herself on the ground to evade it.
Her body burned with excitement. It seemed that Yang Xiao Long had improved.
Yes. She was definitively worth the time.
She back-flipped back onto her feet, forcing her opponent back lest she get kicked in the face.
The diminutive female's smile turned predatory.
She would take the risk with Raven.
She moved in, crossing the distance between them in an instant.
Yet instead of throwing an attack she simply slipped by the guarded fists and embraced her prey.
The shock of the unexpected action threw the blonde off completely, and as such she forgot to resist as lips met hers.
-Break—
There was a lot on Blake Belladonna's mind, foremost of which was that Wayle had gone off to somewhere again.
She had her suspicions, and while most of them were based on reason and fact… not all of them were.
Simply put, she was worried he was with another girl. It wasn't like she thought he would cheat on her or something but…
She was an adolescent female in love. Logic couldn't always win out.
So in an attempt to distract herself she had started cleaning a bit, looking at her things to try and figure out what could be put into storage to make room for new things.
While she had managed to appropriate a decent amount of space for her books, there was a limit to how much was okay in regards to her roommates.
Of course, she was confident she had a good grasp of what was in there and not, and while it might have been a while since she last made a thorough search, there shouldn't have been anything in there she didn't know was there.
So when she found a small notebook that didn't belong there, she was thoroughly confused.
She didn't recognize it, and that meant she hadn't put it there. So who…?
She looked at it closely, but since that left her no wiser, she felt she only had two choices.
She could either ignore it, or…
Carefully she cracked it open to the first page.
What greeted her was a message.
"A gift from one who has shared his bed to another.
Regards, Amara Burton."
Understandably, the first thing Blake said when she read this was:
"The Fuck?!"
After a bit of staring at the page, she decided that chances are good it's just another of Amara's attempts to stir things up.
To think she would do so from beyond the grave though…
Most likely it had been left there before Amara's fight with Wayle…
Yeah, that made sense, it was about that long since she last checked properly.
So she flipped the page…
And was met with something unexpected.
A key that showed what symbol meant what in their alphabet.
While it wasn't the script Wayle used in his journal, she still recognized the symbols as being present in it…
It was the alphabet that he had used in the beginning of the journal.
There was also another message:
"This is the alphabet most commonly used where we come from. This should help you learn his secrets."
Author's notes: Well, I have nothing to say. So I'll just ask that you review, give suggestions and point out mistakes and all that stuff that I have said far too many times at this point.
I hope you enjoyed and that you have a nice day.