Shall it be Lima or Stockholm?

Intro; AU. He was a rival, an enemy, but still… why did she love him? Gajeel, the Hitman for Phantom Lord, the seedy bastard wheedled his way into the very heart he had shattered. Levy, the informant for Fairy Tail, captured and held for ransom. As the two war, who shall be killed, and who shall be saved?

Info: Contains mature themes, gang violence, and torture.


Sing It To Me

4

She shivered within her skin, the feeling of being watched washed over her being like an icy tidal wave. She twitched and rolled to face the doorway behind her.

A cool cloth was gently placed upon her forehead; it was cold enough to burn her fevered skin. A calloused but still unimaginably soft hand pulled her bags back behind her ears. The soft even breathing of the other being lulled her within the cradle of security.

The white lights blinded her each time she tried to pry open her sealed eyes.

A voice oh-so-soft whispered nothings to her, most along the lines of 'you'll survive this for sure'. She was still alive even if her body screamed hurt from every pore on her skin. She limply held her hand up and the other being caught it with its own. The skin was soft, almost too soft to be human. She wiggled her fingers against the wall of arm before her eyes and it moved with her fingers, almost as fur would.

A hot spoon met her lip and she gasped in pain as some of the hot liquid seared the oozing wound. A gentle touch eradicated that pain. The red pulses that filled the darkness of her lids slowly faded away. A warm cloth replaced the cool one of her forehead and this time she was ready for the spoon and the nourishment it held for her.

She greedily swallowed what she thought to be a whole bowl of the salty broth before the spoon didn't come back. A soft hand traveled over her battered body and each wound it touched the pain bleed out with the last of the ooze. She let out a long breath and relished the coolness of pain relief.

The touch disappeared along with the being as she sensed it moving out the door. The telltale click of a locked door as it shut behind the mystery person.

She was left alone once again, but this tie without a hint of pain or suffering.

The mysterious man had taken it with him as he exited silently. She was grateful for that, so rest without the pain or ache of wounds that throbbed with her pulse. Even the red lights that had prevailed behind her closed lids had faded to a pearly pink that jumped only faintly in time with her heart. She closed her eyes and played through the day, fast-forwarding and rewinding it to her liking.

The look upon his face as he smashed her into the stonewall, those eyes that seemed plead with her while the mouth threatened to destroy. The sickening crunch of her insides as she was shaken senseless. Recently the look that seemed to cross her mind the most was the soft anger that had filled him when she had asked that simple question.

He has reacted violently to her words, even though she only wanted a simple answer. Every punch he landed she would read his eyes before she couldn't focus them, the looks of desperation for her to spill her secrets but she blatantly refused and that was atoned with a form of pain. Maybe she was reading too deeply, he was a killer, a Hitman, she was an informant so it was her job to read into the situation and pull out the facts.

Gently she turned her hand over so her palms faced the ceiling. She reached for the light but knew she would never reach that flickering florescent bulb that remained bare. Rolling over, her eyes focused on a crack that skirted up once side of the wall to join another in the corner. They made a spider web pattern together that seemed to go on forever.

Hours or minutes may have passed as she watched those cracks.

The door opened, the hinges creaking slightly as it was pushed open by the familiar dark figure she had gotten used to. She gazed up at Gajeel with a swollen eye and busted lip. She folded her hands over her chest and let out a single breath as she waited for it to begin.

His hand slapped her cheek lightly she jolted in surprise.

"Wha?" She managed to gargle out, the gravel in her voice making it painful to speak.

His dark eyes bore into her.

"Tell me, now." She jerked away from his grip as he grappled with her arms.

"No." She spit out, her voiced laced with venom.

"Now." He tightened his grip to make his point.

"Never." She snarled, the Fairy in her acting up.

"'Daddy?' Care to explain that?" He sneered and let a deadly smirk cross his face. The slap this time wasn't as light as the other was.

"I don't have to explain anything to you. To make it easier for you, I will never speak of my information or my own informants on the street." She gazed up at him hotly, the pity had vanished from both their gazes as they eyed up on another.

"Pfft." He chuckled darkly. "Really? Makes this all the more fun." He felt the last of his doubt flow out the door as her eyes sparked something in him.

"I will never betray my friends."

"You say that now. What about when I pull out your fucking eyes? How about I rip your chest open and break each of your ribs, maybe I should tie you to the table and lash you? Hmm… or maybe, I could just beat you senseless and possibly kill you in the process. There are so many things for me to do to a stupid bitch such as you, woman are all the same. Threaten them to a certain point and they give in."

Was she sensing a hint of resentment in that statement?

"Men are alike in the fact that they never do what they say." Her voice cut the fabric of his long ago steeled heart.

"Hmm…. I'll prove you wrong." He yanked her up and smashed her into the wall.

Her gaze fell upon him, her half closed eyes feeding his anger as she looked upon him with competence; her full lips were split and bleeding once again. A trickle of blood wove its way down her chin and dripped quietly to the floor. No tears welled in those defiant eyes.

He roared in fury as he smashed her once again, his grip shifting to her neck.

"I could snap it like a match, so easy." He cooed and let his free hand caress her cheek. "Such soft skin, but it becomes beautiful as it is marred with scars and the beautiful blooming roses of bruises." He cocked his head to the side and moved so barely an inch was between their noses.

"Such a fool, thinking he can win with soft words." She spat at him, her teeth glinting in the harsh light of that damned bare bulb.

"Is it wrong of me to say that I like this broken you better than the original?"

"Broken, who says I'm broken?" She bristled as his words.

The next instant was lost to her conscious thought as she was hurled across the room, her back slamming into the wall opposite where she had just been. The breath knocked clear out of her as she gasped and wailed silently. She slid quickly to the floor, her blood marking the path of her travels. A pool trickled under her as she retched and coughed up the small amount of broth she couldn't keep down.

"I'll break you."

Her soft pale skin marred with new bruises, his handiwork making quick progress to the point that there was barely a clear patch of skin on her. Her hair matted with her own blood. She dry heaved on her knees; clear bile rose in her and exited quickly and painfully. She chocked on air as he lifted her up only to drop her.

Once again, she was slammed up against the wall, this time his hand rested above her heart and the other cradled her head gently.

"I won't tell you anything." Her slip lip made it almost impossible to understand the garbled English that had passed through her lips.

"You're just like her, you know that? Never giving in, continuing to love even as you get hurt. Why? Why the hell do you do this to yourself!" He saw his Nanny reflected in those steeled eyes, the twinges of pain that streaked through her never reaching them once. He was so used to breaking and watching them spill each and every secret they held. He wanted to hear her sing like a jail bird.

The same look he had seen in Nanny's eyes as she was beaten bloody by his Father, she had stood over him and shielded him from the fists that rained down upon her frail frame.

He loved that look of pain, the terror that would run through them, wreak their minds, and give him anything he asked. He loved the feeling of power, the ability to control something he shouldn't be able to do normally. This wasn't how it worked, he would hit and punish her and she would eventually obey and be fearful of him.

She didn't understand that!

Those eyes that never wavered in their strength.

His bloody red glared into her, searching for his answer. He shook once again, "WHY?" Spittle flying from his lips as he frothed angrily. His free hand curled into a fist, smashing the side of her head. She closed those deep pools of brown only to reopen them with a dazed look.

Those pools of iron strength shifted to watch a particle of dust as it danced across the beam of light. A ghost of a smile crossed her face as she watched the dancing particle. She held back a giggle as it bubbled from her chest. Her pupils lost focus and she let her eyes fall to the floor. She shuttered and shook, her hand gripping at his arm with her knuckles turning a glaring white as her grip increased. She threw back her head and cried out.

"DADDY NO!"

Her shuttering continued until she fell limp, her neck still in his one handed grip.

She cocked her head to the side and looked at him, innocent orbs of chocolate questioning him.

The shock and pain had finally cracked her; she was still healing from their earlier session. She had talked herself into the fact that she was strong enough to stand up against whatever he would throw at her. Her body had screamed at her, begging for a small relief from the punishing pain that had torn through her.

Memories rose from the vault she had locked them in, the past clashing with the present and interfering with her future. The body finally gave in, protecting itself from further harm. Her mind shut down to stop the pain and to try to heal itself.


All right, I updated. School is a bitch and life's a complete fuck the world moment that seems to continue on for me. Pent up anger comes out within my writing as you've noticed!

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