(Five days after the massacare)

'The day gives birth to dread'

The eastern section of Ionian was filled with utter dread and silence. It was if the world stood still as their wasn't a soul at work or at school. Their were no birds chirping pleasantries to each other as the atmosphere demanded abolute despair. It seemed as if the sky knew the thousands of families pain, weeping heavily with them. The air was cold and unforgiving, like the many mothers that stewed in silent fury at the cause of their grief.

'Families cry in anger and remorse'

If one were looking from the sky they would see a large blob of black circle around a large red object in the middle of a large graveyard.

In the front of the crowd stood Ionians finest. Lee sin, the man who set himself ablaze for what he believed was right and became a bonifed hero. His face was covered by the black hood of his jacket, hiding any emotions that he might have shown, but his hands were clenched at his side's as rain rolled down his exposed arms, the black clothing leaving them exposed.

Irielia, the awe-Inspiring woman who wooed Ionians to fight in one of their darkest hours and who played quite the roll in the decisive win against the political match aganist Noxus. She stood there to the left of Lee, in a saddening but also stunning black dress that seemed to reflect her mood perfectly. Her face was impassive, as it was to be expected from Ionian's finest. She along with Lee had cared little for a umbrella, letting the water pelt her endless along with the wave of emotions she also experienced.

Soraka, a close and highly-respected friend of Ionians as she had healed even the most grievous of wounds during the war between Noxus and Ionia, was also standing with the hero's looking dreadfully saddened by the lost of so many lives. She was dressed in the dress she wore before she fell from grace, her hair sitting along her shoulders. She edged just a little bit closer to Lee, silently asking for comfort.

And finally their was Karma, the enlightened one. The woman who had sat on the light side and the dark side. The woman responsible for combining the ways of the monks who craved to keep the ways tradition and the once resistance fighters now peacekeeper face was emotionless, her hands holding a red chi-made flower. Like the many families that stood with her, she too had lost someone dear to her.

They all stood in front of a giant and intricate red stone. But this was no ordinary stone. This magnificent stone was hand crafted by nearly everyone of eastern Ionia who had lost someone dear, individually etching their names in spots ranging from the stem of the flower to the outside bud of it. " Brothers and sisters," she began as she walked towards the beautifully carved Lotus flower, her pitch black dress swaying slightly aganist the wind. The flower in her hand seemed to grow brighter with each step she took the flower and held out towards the stone, as if offering it.

"We stand here today because we have all lost someone very close and dear to us." She took a moment to catch the lump in her throat before she continued. "Let the names of all our youths who lost their lives may be blessed to rest in peace. '

She was a strong woman, a woman who had made even the fiercest warriors clears before her in the thicket of battle, but she couldn't help but let the tears drop in unison with the others, because she had lost her only child, Bruce. She couldn't contain herself as the pent up emotions she had been trying to hold since the ceramony began were coming up. Regret and sorrow of not being more apart of Bruce's now extinguished life up till now.

"We will not let this tragedy go unresolved."

The flower rose out of her hand, gently floating towards the stone before seemingly disappearing into some otherworldly whole in the stone. The flower stone itself began to shine a bright red, all the names etched into it glowing red as well.

Karma turned around to the all the Weeping mothers and fathers. She took a shakey breath, her emotions taking the better if her despite all of her training to control them. Despite the voices in her head telling her to stop she didn't. Her voice brought comfort, even if it was misplaced.

Xxxx

"handsome. Brucey wake up."

Bruce mumbled in his sleep as he heard strange voices, the predominant one being a females. He wanted to open his eyes but he was so tired... so sleepy.

"Ma'm he is still recovering from expending his po-"

"Nonsense. I just heard him mumble." the woman's voice interrupted rudely.

Bruce really just wanted them to shut up as their bickering was becoming annoying now. His mind sparked alittle from something.

Syndra.

Bruce's eyes snapped open and he quickly tried to get up, only to realize he was being held down by chains along his wrist and his feet. He noticed that his shirt was missing, leaving his chest bare and along with his

"Oh good your awake," the voice said in a sickeningly sweet tone. The way she had said it sent chills down Bruce's back. He turned towards the voice and laid eyes upon a gorgeous woman by any stretch of the imagination.

Her body demanded attention, the red shirt barely covering her midsection as it looked like it was about to burst out. Her white coat lay motionless aganist her as she looked upon the him with a creepy glint in her dull golden eyes. Her outlandish purple hair laid along both her shoulders, stopping just above her breast. The majority of her legs were exposed as she was wearing a very short blue skirt, the twins flawless in complexion.

"Where is Syndra?" He barely choked out, his throat feeling like dry sand paper.

"I don't know who your talking about my Brucey." She said coolly before turning and making hand gestures to the men standing around Bruce.

Next to the woman and circled around Bruce were 4 other man, wearing lab coats and black pants. One of them were holding a clip broad, jotting down varius notes while the others stood at attention.

The room they were in was virgin white, like no one had even touched or set foot in it since it was built. Their were no windows though and only one door in and out of the room. Bright lights casted their light through every inch of the room, commanding absolute authority over the dark.

"How do you know my name?" He asked slowly, trying to figure out what she was doing at the small table.

"I found your wallet in your pants," she laughed before showing a cheeky smile."Among other things."

Bruce turned his head to the side in an attempt to hide his blush, completely forgetting that he was tied up at the momment and no idea where he was at. It quickly came back to him as he whipped his head in her direction.

"Where am I and who are you!?" He commanded, surprised that his voice wasn't mangled by the dryness in his throat. He was slightly unevered when she turned around from the table with a large needle.

"I'm your master," she said before jabbing him in his arm with the needle. She visibly smiled as she felt his muscles clench and his face harden in pain. "And it matters not where you are." She laughed before tracing her fingers over the arm that she stabbed.

"You'll never leave anyway my Brucey."

Bruce's eyebrows scrunched up in pain and silent fear. He tried to yell, to call for help, but his throat was so dry it was impossible. He could only look upon his tormenter with fearful eyes. What the hell did she mean he was never going to leave, she couldn't do that. But in the back of his mind he knew that someone would look for him. That seemed to ease his mind until she spoke hauntingly.

"Don't worry Brucey, no one will take you away from me." She said in a obviously possive way.

She noticed his worried facial expression and made a mock face of hurt. She lowered towards him, her slim cold hand landing on his face. Much to the man's displeasure her scarlet red nails scratched along his face.

"Don't worry hun. I'll treat you so good you'll never wanna leave,"

"Want do you want from me," he choked before having a small form of coughing fits.

Instead of answering him she produced a spoonful of water, literally a spoonful of water. She held it next to Bruces lips smiling devilishly.

Bruce didn't question the strange form of what she was feeding him as he was too thirsty to care. He clenched his mouth to the spoon and drinked the suprisingly cold liquid. He lavished at the feeling of it spreading through him

"You will show me your power," she said in a matter of fact way as she watched him drink, her tone of voice taking on a serious edge for the first time since he had awoken.

"I do not possess any powers besides the ones I used to save my girlfriend Syndra. Thoose I do not know how to control," he said in a clear voice after drinking, his eyes widening in surprise at the comment.

"Fenra what the hell," she growled, looking towards one of the men.

Bruce played quiet as the woman continued to berate the man.

"Did you not say that this boy was the one responsible for the deaths of those people?" Her eyes narrowed as she waited for the man to finally choke out a answer.

" I didn't say that exactly ma'm" fidgeting with his hands nervously. "I said it was a high possibility that he was the one given the readings off his powers and the power residue coated around the school. I think it would be best to-"

Bruce's eyes widened in fear as he heard a choking sound close to him. He turned his head to the sound.

The woman had the man caught by his throat, lifting him several inches from the ground with seemingly ease.

" did I not tell all of you When I wanted your opinion or suggestion I will ask for it ?" She said with ferocity. "So tell me why have you disobeyed me?" Her tone begged for him to try her patience.

She sighed before dropping him unceremoniously to the ground,not wanting to have to deal with the task of waiting for a replacement chi and magic detecter. The man, much to the woman's disgust, bowed quickly as well as whisper apologies.

The woman rubbed her head in irratation before turning her attention back to Bruce, noting his crazed and fearful look.

The woman smiled lightly before crossing her hands in front of her in a cutesy fashion.

"Brucey." She began to circle around him, like a wolf would its prey when it knew it had it trapped. "Were you to blame for the massacare of the attendance at the girls Gallingon?"

Bruce's eyes narrowed as her voice bounced in her head. He felt woozy, but he opted to answer her questions in hopes of not being murdered or something worse. He emitted it to himself, he was afraid.

He was fearful of the woman in front of him who nearly choked out what appeared to be atleast a acquaintance. He was fearful of what they were going to do to him. But beyond all of these feelings the two things that affected him and worried him the most were, Syndra and her mother.

All he remembered seeing were people dressed in red enter the room. He could only hope that he would escape this nightmare and that Syndra and her mother were ok. Unfortunately he realized that for now, he was completely at the mercey of this crazy woman.

"I was not the cause of the massacare of the girl's gallington. My girlfriend was," he said reluctantly, but his voiced pretrayed clarity and a unnatural smooth tone. The gears in his head turned as he tried to figure out what she had done to him.

Her face flickered with anger for the briefest of momments before a forced smile was plastered on her face.

"And I'm assuming that your girlfriend is Syndra?" She said in a dissapointed tone. When he had nodded yes she let a soft laugh.

"Well that is unfortunate isn't it?" She said before whipping around. "I guess ill just have to make with what I got, which isn't so bad I guess," she coed, obviously towards Bruce.

"So I'm also willing to bet you don't know how to use your powers as well?" She asked still turned around at the small table.

"Yes."

"Ok well, we will worry about that later. For now I think its time for you to get some rest and food, I'm sure you are very tired among other things," she teased

Bruce in turn tried to ignore the woman's antics, instead asking a question politely.

"Excuse me..."

"Master," she finished nonchalantly.

"What do yo-

"Master," she said again playfully before leaning on the table which Bruce was tied to."call me master," she breathed, her hot breath threatening to tickle his ear.

"Master." He was a mixture of emotions when he said it. Self pity and diguest for showing such weakness. He felt vulnerable, like she could end his life at any given second with the snap of her fingers. He was probably right on that notion.

"Good boy," she whispered seductively in his ear, obviously enjoying the control she had over him. She stood up and motioned for him to continue with a wave of her hand.

"What do you want with me?"

The woman sighed before trailing around Bruce, her hand dragging along his slightly toned stomach all the while. "Baby cakes, I don't like repeating myself."

She bent down over Bruce, golden eyes meeting bright sapphire eyes. Her face was inches away from his, her purple hair creating a curtain around them. Her hands had found their way to the sides of his face, carassing his cheeks. Her pale red lips parted slightly before she spoke in a soft voice.

"Understood?"

The man couldn't answer as he was simply mistified by the womans gaze. He would have continued to stare if it wasn't for the light slap to the left side if his face.

"Understood," he finally croked out.

"Good," she chirped before straighting up and placing her hands behind her back. She turned towards one of the men in the room before gesturing him to Bruce.

"Show Bruce where his room is and make sure to give him something to eat while you're at it Vincent."

Bruce's heart raced as he heard his handcuffs 'click', the feeling of release spreading to his arms and feet. He didn't have time to nurse the slight scrapes on his wrist before he was pulled roughly to his feet.

"Cmon pretty boy," the man known as Vicent grumbled.

"Hey!" The man shrugged out of the woman's lapdog's grip. "I can move just fine on my own," he growled.

The woman giggled in her hand playfully as she watched him walk out of the room. Her golden eyed didn't leave his gray sliver mess of hair the whole time.

"This is going to be fun."

Xxx

Bruce walked alongside his captor through the foreign halls of wherever the hell he was. The pure white walls and all of the doors looked alike to him as they walked, nonething standing out to him except the glowing purple crystals along the wall. He didn't have to ask what they were, they were watcher crystals. Maintained and opperated from probably a handful of mages somewhere. The smell of the place was foreign to him , in fact if he had to put the smell to something something it would be akin to what he smelled at hospitals or clinic.

Bruce didn't like the place at all, it was creepy and it gave him a uneasy feeling. The thought of escaping crossed his mind but then where would he go? It was bad enough that he more then likely couldn't navigate through the place, but it was another thing in itself of where the hell he would find himself after he escaped.

He truly felt hopeless.

After a while of walking in silence the man leading Bruce stopped at a set of double doors. He mumbled something grumpily before opening them up.

Bruce couldn't help but awe at the sight before him.

The room was simply dazzling. A king size bed sat in the corner of the room, complete with scarlet red sheets and three matching pillows. Their was a small desk alongside the bed, a notebook and a chair equipped with it. In the middle of the room sat a quite comfortably looking red couch along with a brown coffe table. Despite all the nice commodities their were no windows and no kitchen and the room's wall's were also virgin white. He also assumed in one of the two doors was his closest to which he would find nothing.

"Your food shall be brought to you shortly, is their any questions regarding your room?" The man asked hurriedly, obviously having other plans on his agenda.

"Can I get a shirt or something?" The man asked curiously for he had been without a shirt since he had first woken up.

The man pointed to one of the doors in his room."Your set of clothing is in their. If for some reason you require more sets all you need to do is talk to the crystal in the corner of the room. Enjoy your stay at the black rose," and with that he left, closing the doors behind him.

Bruce eyed the door for several seconds before walking up to it and trying to see if it was unlocked. Not to his surprise it was locked. He sighed before walking to one of the two doors. What he expected to be the closet turned out to be a bathroom.

The bathroom of course was pure white, like almost everything else in the place. White towels lined across the rail next to the shower. A pretty sizable mirror sat top the sink.

Bruce took a step inside and looked into the mirror. He was shocked to find his hair was a shade darker, almost if not already looking like Syndra's in complexion.

Syndra.

His thoughts drifted to her and her mother, a sense of longing and worry plaguing his mind. He wanted to see her again, to hear her voice. He hadn't even had the chance to hold her when he saved her. If only he could escape this place.

"Dammit.

He banged his hand against the marble sink, or tried to. His hand stopped mere inches from the sink. He felt as If he was holding something, as if something was acting as a median between him and the sink. He looked down but saw nonthing except his fist.

"I'm going fucking insane..." He mumbled to himself.

He was pulled out if his thoughts as he heard knocks on his door. He stepped out of the bathroom before standing in front of the double doors.

In stepped a woman dressed up in a maid uniform, effortlessly and gracefully carrying in a large assortment of food. It ranged from various meats to soups and bread and mouth water pie to boot..He was going to make a move to help but she quickly interjected.

"I got it but thanks," she said politely.

The woman who he assumed was a maid had very long and sleek black hair, it reaching almost three-fourths down her back. Her green eyes looked...content in a strange way. Her maid uniform was spotless.

"Compliments from Master," she said, her voice polite and showcasing her experience as a maid.

"Thank you..."

"Veronica," she finished before making her way to the door. As she was closing them she whispered, "my pleasure."

After she had closed the doors Bruce had ravaged the plate of various food. After devastating the majority of his food, now slowly nibbling on a roll, his thoughts began to wonder as he was having mixed feelings about this 'black rose' place.

On one hand he felt as if he was staying at a fancy hotel, but on the other he felt as if he was in the next three steps steps up from prison or something along thoose lines. He wasn't complaining about his room as a captive though, even if he was a prisoner he had to emit it was a lavishing room.

The thought of how much time had passed also played on his mind. He narrowed it to him being knocked out from one to two days, he would still ask nonetheless when he got a chance.

So deep in thought that he failed to notice that he had finished his roll. He turned to the slice of pie before realizing that it was Apple pie...Syndra's favorite.

Bruce couldn't hold it any longer, between the resucing her only to pass out and wake up in some fucked up prison with some crazy lady taunting him. Not being able to see her again, how his life was decisively over now, it made his eyes water. He tried to rub the tears away but the damage was already done. Tears running down his cheeks he cried, for lord knows how long he cried.

Syndra was the only person he held dear to him and now that she was gone, he just felt like a shell of pity.

Dragging himself up from the sofa, he dove into his bed and let sleep claim him, hoping to rid himself of the despair.

The young man failed to notice the pale sliver and purple hue of light around him before he passed out