Title: Bred To Kill Them All

Author: Amaranth827

Over-all Rating: MA

Chapter Word Count: 2,305

Warnings: May contain Triggers! Read at your own discretion! There are probably going to be a lot of touchy subjects in this story which may include but not limited to: Slavery, forced sexual acts, physical abuse, mental abuse, violence, multiple sexual partners, fighting, killing, drinking, torture and anything else you may find in the Spartacus Series and in Starz shows. It is rated MA, for more than one reason, so please read with caution. I will try to give a chapter warning also. Also I am not an expert in the speech they used back then but I tried my best so bare with me.

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own the character of Spartacus or to have anything to do with the show, which solely lies with Starz and Steven S. DeKnight. I just like to use the characters as toys in my imagination. Sorry Agron and Nasir! I write these just for fun, no profit was made!

Chapter Warnings: Mild to sometimes strong language, Talks of Slavery, Talks of Death, Mentions of Blood, Mild Violence.

Chapter 07: Better Off Dead

Time seemed to pass slowly as Nasir watched all the men and women around him. He had found himself a secluded corner of the courtyard to observe from and he was now watching Spartacus and Agron. The man Auctus, as Nasir had learned his name from Chadara, was standing with them his arms folded across his chest not looking too pleased by whatever they were discussing. It seemed they were all getting ready to retire for the night. Nasir watched as Spartacus walked off with the woman that had called herself Mira and Agron walked off with Auctus. He couldn't help but wonder if the two were together. Nasir climbed to his feet and slowly followed the four as they made their way through the villa, he wondered where Agron was going and if Auctus was going with him. He saw Mira and Spartacus enter his Dominus' chambers and Agron walked into one of the smaller quarters down the hall with Auctus following him.

Nasir backtracked a little and entered the slave quarters, surprised to find the bedrolls still empty. He walked over to the chest in the corner and opened it, pulling out an old dagger that he had spirited away some time ago, to protect the slaves and himself at night from the guards, luckily never having to use it. He didn't know what he wanted to do but he had to do something right? He couldn't just let this men get away with taking away everything that he had ever known, could he? Nasir sighed and slid down the wall, he felt dizzy. Closing his eyes he gripped the hilt of the dagger tightly in both hands and felt tears escape their confines and roll down his cheek. His life had been taken away from him, he would be better off dead now. Nasir wasn't sure how long he sat there deep in his own thoughts before he finally came back to the world around him and the noises of laughter and happiness flooded his ears, laughter and happiness he did not feel. He stood up, still clutching the dagger tightly, having made up his mind what he was going to do. He was going to kill Spartacus…he was going to kill 'The Bringer of Rain…'

Agron bolted upright, feeling the body beside him do the same, when he heard a scream and then he jumped to his feet and started putting his leather back on as fast as his tired body would allow for, strapping his sword on and clenching his dagger in hand. Auctus was doing the same and then they headed out into the hallway where they saw Spartacus pushing a newly freed slave into the arms of two of the men. It was the same one that had been watching Agron earlier. "What the fuck happened?" Agron asked as he and Auctus stopped beside the Thracian, he noticed the old dagger in Spartacus' hand.

"The boy here just made attempt on my life." Spartacus looked up at Agron and Auctus, noticing Agron's slightly tired expression disappear to be replaced by a furrowed brow and a growl escaped his lips, directed at the boy.

Agron started to take a step forward but Spartacus and Auctus both grabbed his shoulders. Spartacus moved his hand to Agron's chest and pushed him back shaking his head. Agron let out another growl but did not try to advance.

"Take him to the chambers off the courtyard, I shall join you presently." Spartacus turned and walked back into the chambers.

Agron nodded to the two men as the little man looked up at him. His brown eyes seemed to be lit with fire. Agron followed them silently, he could sense Auctus behind him and he too remained silent. "What spurs such fucking bravery little man?" Agron asked trying to understand the attempt on Spartacus' life.

"Not bravery, just fucking stupidity." Auctus said as he watched the little man.

"Better off dead from my own actions than to be killed for something that was out of my hands." Nasir had taken his life into his own hands when he had decided to try to kill Spartacus, he knew he was dead either way, if these men did not kill him for his attempts, he knew Rome would for being with these men. He was actually surprised he still drew breath. Nasir never took his eyes off Agron but he could hear Auctus make a noise that clearly said he didn't agree with his words.

Agron watched the little man for awhile he had gone back to being silent other than the hisses he let out at the men holding him by the arms. Agron sat down on the table behind him waiting for Spartacus and no doubt the Gaul to join them. He looked down at the dagger in his own hand and could sense eyes upon him again. Agron raised an eyebrow as he looked back up at the little man, who was struggling with the men holding him. The little man didn't seem to want to take his eyes off him it was a curious thing to Agron. "Do you…" Agron drew short and stood as the Gaul came in and pushed the little man, slamming him against the wall. The little man let out a hiss and growl at Crixus.

"You wish to train this fuck?" Crixus gruffed as he turned to face Spartacus who had entered the room behind him.

"The boy deserves opportunity. " Spartacus said while watching the boy.

"He was given such a thing and made attempt on life in response." Crixus pointed out, never talking his eyes off the little fuck in front of him as he started to pace back and forth the length of the room.

"God save me, I find myself in agreement with the Gaul!" Agron looked down at Spartacus who was seated upon the table. Auctus made a noise that said he was thinking the same thing.

"He has known nothing but slavery, a tether that is not easily severed." Spartacus tried to reason with his men.

"Maybe never so…" Crixus stopped in front of the little fuck.

"And what does that say to those we wish to join us, if we do take his life?" Spartacus asked seriously.

"That they better be agreeable…" Agron offered. He wasn't sure what Spartacus wanted them to say. He too had been a slave most of his life, but he did not find any joy in it as it seemed the little man had. Agron let out a sigh.

Spartacus looked up at his friend, not sure if the man was completely serious or not. "We are Roman's then? I will not have it so!"

"If he makes attempt again…" Crixus stopped in front of the little shit again and stepped closer. "I will make sure he joins his Dominus in the afterlife." Crixus back handed him and watched as blood spilled from the little shits mouth and then he turned and left the room.

Agron sighed and perched himself on the edge of the table beside the Thracian. "And how shall we train this wild little dog?" Agron asked and saw the brown eyes flicker with emotion, emotion he wasn't sure how to read. He turned his gaze away from the little man and to Spartacus.

"As Batiatus had Doctore train me."

"And that worked out so well…" Agron shook his head, but Spartacus gave him his crooked smile as a response. "And what shall we do with him for the night?" Agron asked wanting nothing more than to fall back to his hopefully dreamless sleep. He could sense the brown eyes upon him still.

"We shall put guard to watch the boy and the rest of the newly freed this night and pray morning sheds new light upon us." Spartacus stood and looked down at Agron. "Come Brother, let us return to much needed sleep." He gave a smile to Auctus and then left the room.

Nasir hissed as he was pushed into the slave quarters. The taste of blood was still heavy in his mouth. He turned around a found Agron leaning against the door frame, positioned so he could see both the hall and watch the room. Nasir wondered if Agron was taking the shift to watch them. It wasn't long until the others were ushered in through the door past Agron. He let out growls as each of them past him. Nasir silently hoped what he had done would not be taken out on the others. Chadara, Ghita and Nakia jumped at the growl towards them and rushed into the room. Arlo, the old cook, never slept in these quarters with them, he held a room off the kitchen, was ushered in through the door, followed by Bas, who looked nervously up at Agron and received a growl in response, he rushed into the room and sat on the cloth in the corner farthest from the growling man. Kofi and Ramsis enter together adverting their eyes from Agron, hence they did not receive a growl. They came and sat beside Nasir still keeping their eyes adverted.

Nasir couldn't help but keep his eyes on Agron. He didn't know why he felt the need to watch the man but he did. He tried to ignore the whispers of the people around him as his thoughts took him, he couldn't help but wonder why Agron never laid a hand on him after all he seemed much closer to Spartacus than the stupid brute of a Gaul did. Nasir poked his tongue out of his mouth and ran it gingerly over the split in his lip, wincing slightly. He lifted his eyes back to Agron when he noticed the man move.

Agron stepped into the room and sat a jug of water down onto the tiny table against the wall. "Now sleep, training starts tomorrow."

Nasir didn't watch Agron's face as he spoke but he could tell that the man didn't think any of them would become fighters. Agron glanced around the room and then left. Nasir noticed the two men that had gripped his arms roughly earlier, take up guard outside the door. He let out a sigh and leaned his head back against the wall.

"Tiberius what happened to your face?" Ghita asked from her position beside him. She put a hand on his thigh.

Nasir looked down at her hand but decided not to comment on it because he knew it was a friendly gesture and nothing more. "I did something to deserve it." He said in response to her question.

"What did you do to deserve such rough treatment?" Chadara asked wondering which one of the men had hit him.

Nasir hesitated, he wasn't sure if he wanted to tell the others what he had done. He finally decided it was best that they hear it from him and not from the mouths of others. "I made attempt on Spartacus' life…" He said soberly.

"You what?" Ghita squeaked quietly.

"You heard me! We are better off dead than joining these men." Nasir hissed. It frightened him to think of what the Roman's would do to them if they were recaptured.

"Tiberius you are mad, why would you do that?" Chadara asked her voice thick with disapproval. She did not think joining these men would be the end of them. Maybe she actually had a chance of finding love now. Love beyond what she felt for Tiberius.

"He took everything from us!" Nasir growled.

"Maybe from YOU." Ghita snapped. "The REST of us were nothing to Dominus, just simple house slaves that he used, you and Chadara alone held meaning to him."

Nasir hissed at her. He hadn't thought of it like that, but right now he was too upset to consider their feelings on the matter.

"They are going to kill us all now, are they not?" Nakia asked through her sniffles.

"They will not harm you." Nasir said as he ran a hand through his raven locks. "That I am sure of." He looked around at them as they all started whispering to each other.

"Did Agron give you this?" Chadara asked as she lightly touched the split in Nasir's lip with a scrap of cloth.

Nasir winced again at the pressure Chadara put on the wound and then took the scrap of cloth from her. He pressed it to the split and held it there before removing it so he could speak. "No he did not lay hand on me, it was the Gaul."

"Crixus, the Gaul leader?" Chadara asked.

Nasir nodded. "I believe it so." He was not surprised that Chadara knew many things about these men already. "Now sleep, I fear we are in for a long day hence." Nasir wasn't really sure what was in store for them but he knew they were in for something. He sighed and leaned his head back against the wall once more. He closed his eyes, hoping sleep would claim him.

Agron left Spartacus' quarters after sharing a few more words with the man and then headed down the hall hoping Auctus had not let anyone else claim the bed they had earlier. He walked into the room and found said man sprawled on the bed, sleep already having claimed him again. Agron slowly started removing his leather and weapons, stripping down to just his subligaria. He placed all on the floor near the bed and then climbed on lying on his stomach. He was hoping sleep would claim him quickly the sun would rise too soon. Auctus must have sensed his presences because he turned towards him draping an arm over Agron's back. Agron let out a sigh and closed his eyes.