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Sorry about the late update, I was a bit busy with school and I had major writers block on this chapter, but im back!!

Trust Chapter 2-Toture, Terror and a Hell Of A Lot of Thoughts

Xanatos felt himself slipping. Slowly loosing his sanity. He had constantly in and out of consciousness, and lying in such an awkward position definitely didn't help his injuries.

The bloody gashes all down his chest and back stung every time the filthy water on the ground touched them. And he swore his ribs where fractured, not to mention a whole bunch of muscles that where either pulled or ripped.

And of coarse there was his right leg, which was twisted far beyond repair. Unfortunately for him, the chains that held him down where long enough for him to be thrown against the wall if he disobeyed to any commands. He had learned by now the walls where made of eroding bricks, and being thrown against their sharp edges in his condition was painful beyond belief.

And then there was the mental torture. If he had to stay in this blinding darkness for another minute he would kill himself. But that's what Sidious wants isn't it? For him to die? So he swore he wouldn't die. No way. Come what torture the dark lord had to show, he would not die.

But the one man that he had pleaded to save him was no where to be seen. Of coarse he didn't blame Qui-Gon for not showing up. After all the shit he pulled he wouldn't be too surprised if Qui-Gon sent an army of Jedi to help Sidious kill him. He had done some horrible things and he knew it. He just prayed that Qui-Gon still had the knack to pick up pathetic life forms everywhere he went.

Suddenly an unbelievably bright light blinded Xanatos. He weakly put a hand in front of his face, trying to shield his rapidly dulling amber eyes.

Which could only mean it was time to get beat. Oh Boy. He shifted into a more comfortable position.

"So you're awake eh?" A deep harsh voice came.

He saw a figure approach him through the light.

To say Xanatos was confused would be an understatement. Did he just hear the voice of a human? A human was going to beat him this time? He sighed. This just gets worse and worse.

"Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?" he attempted to growl as the person came closer.

"I am Darth Maul, and I think you can guess what I'm doing here." the voice replied.

"So you're the filth that replaced me eh?" Xanatos smirked trying to hide his fear.

The light cast a terrifying glow over the black and red tattooed face.

"At your condition I wouldn't be the one to talk." Maul growled as he jabbed the other man's side with his boot. Xanatos flinched, both in pain and the intensity in the zabrak's voice. He figured the new sith apprentice couldn't be any older than 20. As much hate radiated off of him, there was still a hint of childishness in it. A part of him that knows he was pushed into the cold harsh world far too fast. Xanatos decided he could use that to his advantage.

"Listen to me; you don't have to do this. If you're doing this for power or revenge than just know that Sidious will teach you half of what you need then dispose of you just as he did me. You're young and you cans till redeem yourself. Sidious is a fraud!" he manages to yell.

Pain twisted in Maul's face "How dare you speak of my master in such a manner?! You're just a traitor that betrayed my master when he took you in!" Maul said a bit louder than he had intended. His voice shook miserably.

"Your thoughts betray you" Xanatos said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Just shut up!" Maul screamed completely loosing his cool. He unwound the whip in his hand and in one swift movement sent it crashing onto Xanatos's broken leg. Xanatos bit back a scream, but didn't give up hope on his plan.

"Darth Maul was it? You don't need that Darth before it! It only makes you weaker. You have to believe me I wound up here because I trusted Sidious to help me!"

Maul's upper lip twitched revealing a threatening fang. "I'll be back for you Xanatos Omega. And when I return you won't be spared." Maul growled in an attempt to hide his inner turmoil. The quickly turned and strode out, slamming the doors shut on his way, leaving Xanatos all alone the dark once again. The spot that the sith apprentice had struck began to throb, and then bleed. Xanatos winced, this time he had gotten away with a mere whip, but how much longer till he really got a beating out of the zabarak?

/Master please! I haven't much time! /

oh god I am so happy that's done. Holy crap that took forever!! Please review!! It totally motivates me into writing faster!!