"Gaun Yaoi..." Bruce repeated slowly, trying to wrap his mind around the supposive creator of Ionia.

"But I was taught..."

"Lies," the dragon known as Gaun Yaoi finished in a low growl. "I know what your elder sisters and brothers have taught you and how they are blissfully unaware of how mistaken they are."

Bruce let the retort hang in the air. He felt a little offended by the so called "father of Ionia" announcing that everything he knew was a lie. The part for which Bruce was confused was if he was lying or not. There was only one way to find out.

"If you're the so called father of Ionia then-

The small man was ruefully interrupted by the seemingly irritable dragon.

"You doubt if I speak truth or not child," he growled before adding, "open your mind and I will show you but a mere taste of your true history."

Bruce was going to retort but his voice as well as his thoughts were silenced as flashes of events took way. It was like watching people's lives from the sky, everything happening below him as if he was some sort of god. Nothing was slowed, nothing filtered from his innocent eyes as series of all kinds of events flashed in his mind. It felt like an eternity had passed when in reality only a minute or so when the images abruptly stopped for the young man.

The young man fell to the floor if darkness on his knees, breathing quite heavily as he was trying to process what the hell he had seen. Despite just seeing the images in his mind, there was only one particular image that was burned into his mind, four dragons circling the legendary monk temple 'montarsh'.

"Now do you believe me young one, or must I show you more images of your seemingly forgotten ancestry?" The mighty dragon taunted as he watched the young man still try to recover from the flashes of image. Much to his surprise the young man flipped him off before pushing himself off the invisible floor.

"Quite rude…" the dragon mused.

"And interesting," he thought absentmindedly.

"Fine…let's say that I believe you, what now?" Bruce questioned, crossing his arms and eyeing the dragon. He didn't move an inch as the dragon exhaled a low growl.

"That depends entirely on your child," the dragon answered in a rather irritated way. He let a heavy sigh escape his maw before he laid his head on the back of his curled up tail, staring into the darkness of the young man's mind.

"I don't understand, what do you mean it's up to me?" Bruce asked confusion and worry lacing his voice. He shivered slightly when the dragon stared at him out the corner of his eye.

"In my current form I can do very little in the real world and even then, I must have your consent." The dragon murmured quietly, his tone surprisingly soft and quiet despite his form and tone earlier.

"I'm guessing something happened to you in the real world and you somehow ended up inside me," Bruce deducted, scratching his chin and eyes closed in deep thought.

The dragon merely hummed in affirmative before chuckling lightly. "Quite the wise one aren't you? Seems that I was not the only dragon to bless you," he chuckled. "Yes something did happen unfortunately," he added sadly before sighing again.

"What happened?" Bruce asked cautionously.

"Life," the dragon answered solemnly before scratching his maw slowly. "It was to be expected I suppose. Everything must have a beginning and an end, we were no exception," he added coolly.

"But I thought you were-

"The creator of Ionian?" the dragon finished, a light tone lacing his voice. "Like my kin I sacrificed my immortality for a new future, a future without just the elements of nature. I will let you know now though, we only created life in this world you call Valoran mostly due to the fact that we were bored."

"Bored?" Bruce asked, quite a bit of surprise in his voice.

"Yes, boredom" the dragon answered, turning his head and giving the child his full attention. "Your creator, the one who ultimately gave you life, only created you because he was bored." The supposive god bent lower towards the man as he was very curious to how the man would react to his confession as his eyes were closed and he was looking down.

"I don't care what reason you had for giving us life, but I'm sure on behalf of Ionia, we thank you for the life you have given us," the man declared softly, a bright smile on his face as he looked right back towards the dragon.

Gaun Yaoi's eye twitched comically, the dragon scoffing and rising up quickly before looking away. If one was looking closing they could see a slight blush on the dragons face.

"Foolish child," the dragon murmured before exhaling a deep breath. He had not expected gratitude from the little one, and the way he had expressed it was…commendable he supposed. He sat his head back down on the back of his tail and closed his eyes.

"Are you going to sleep?" Bruce blurted.

The dragon merely hummed in response, whether it was a yes or a no was a mystery to Bruce.

"Wait a minute, how the hell do I get out of here?!"

"I grow tired …need rest," the dragon muttered softly, his tone holding a fading aspect. "It is your...mind, simply will yourself awake. We will talk…soon" the dragon finished before soft pants were heard.

Bruce was going to try and wake him up, but the dragon disappeared in an array of green light, leaving him only with the darkness of his own mind.

"It's time to wake up," Bruce muttered to himself before closing his eyes. He took in a deep breath before focusing on waking up from whatever he was having.

Bruce snapped his eyes open, panting heavily as he took in his surrounds. His eyes widened as he finally realized that he was lying right on Top of Evaine, the woman passed out. He quickly scrabbled up and backed up against a wall. He was slightly panicking at the moment. His eyes were glued on to the woman, waiting for her to spring up and kill him, or worse. If she was going to commit ether act she didn't show it as she was steadily snoozed on, her chest rising with every breath. What was he suppose to do? Being the gentleman he was, he softly picked up Evaine bridal style. Surprisingly enough, she was very light, the woman feeling almost lighter than air in the young man's arms. He laid her on his bed, trying his best not to wake her before he stepped back and sat in the chair in the corner of his room. He sighed heavily as he's thoughts drifted to everything that happened. He witnessed mass murder by his girlfriend, rescued his girlfriend before losing her again, and ended up becoming some crazy woman's plaything. To top it off, he had the supposive creator of Ionian residing within him for some dam reason.

"Ah for fuck's sake," the man groaned, ruffling his hair in frustration.

"mhmmm."

Bruce's head snapped up as he witnessed Evaine stirringly slowly in bed, her eyes opening up slowly looking directly at him. She blinked a couple of times before her brow scrunched up. She growled before disappearing in purple smoke.

Bruce only had time to stand up before he felt a hand wrapped around his neck tightly. He felt like a ragdoll as he was jerked and then slammed into a wall. He looked down at his assailant and inwardly grasped, the cold rage in her eyes chilling him to the bone. What had he done to her to piss her off so much, what had Gaun Yaoi done?

"What in the five lords are you?" she questioned harshly, her breathing licking across Bruce's skin.

"I...don't…know," the man choked out as his hands wrapped around her grip.

The woman's eyes licked across his face wildly. After determining that it was highly unlikely that he was lying, she unceremoniously dropped him and made her way to the door. As she arrived at the door, she turned around and looked at the man with a seemingly old stare, whatever was left of her seemingly nice nature gone.

"I will find out, one way or another, what you are," she murmured, a wicked grin forming on her purple lips before she added, "You will become my greatest weapon, whether you want to or not."

And with that she made her exit, effectively closing the door and leaving the young man to mull over his own thoughts.

Bruce didn't mummer a word, merely tilting his head back into the cold wall.

'A weapon,' Bruce muttered to himself.

He held his hands in his head, all of his problems making themselves known as they constantly lingered on his mind. He wanted to scream, to fail around like a madman, but he knew that it mattered not as at the end of the day, he would still be trapped in this cell.

"Hey Gaun Yaoi, the man murmured quietly."If you're a creator of things, why don't you create me a way out of here," he asked tiredly. When he received no response or reply he let a small chuckle escape his lips.

Of course Gaun Yaoi wouldn't respond to him, he was asleep in his mind apparently.

Sleep beckoned him apparently, a temporary relief from the currently fucked situation that he was in. He gladly accepted, honestly not giving a fuck if he was leaning up against the wall. As he was drifting off into unconscious there was one thought that passed through his mind.

'Out'

"Wake up."

Bruce grunted as he felt the covers ripped from him, cold air washing over him eagerly. His eyes snapped open and he looked upon his suppose 'keeper'.

"You know...that wasn't very nice Vince, "the young man commented with a chuckle as he stood up, stretching and yawning quite humorously.

The tall white lab coated man gave a side-ways glance towards the young man. He looked irritated, but it seems he simply let it go as he walked to the door.

"You know the drill, we don't have all day," he said gruffly.

Before he could leave the room Bruce responded, "on the contrary I have all day, now you..." The man whipped around and made his way quickly over to the young man.

Bruce wasn't intimidated or fearful of Vince; despite his tall and bulky appearance because he knew that he couldn't touch him. But another reason was because he knew he could kill him in a heartbeat.

Listen to me you little shit," Vince started, his face inches away from Bruce."You think you're special because your LeBlanc's pet? You think that she's going to keep you after you pretty much showed us complete shit for the past three months? Once she lets you go..."

The man cracked his knuckles, each hand emitting an audible crackle.

"I'm going to beat the bitch outtta you, then I'm going to let you rest before I beat the shit out of you the next day. And we'll keep having fun every fucking day," he grinned, his black eyes sparkling with malice.

Bruce seemingly stood there uncaring, merely glancing towards anything that wasn't Vincent's speech. After he determined he was done he finally replied, his voice full of humor.

"It's so cute when you're mad."

The large man laughed a deep throaty laugh before focusing on the Bruce, a creepy smile plastered on his face.

"It was so cute when the first thing you did when u woke up was screaming and moaning for your whore of a girlfriend."

Bruce's eyes narrowed darkly at the comment before he looked at the man coldly. His lips moved slowly, emphasizing every word with venom.

"I'm going to burn this whole dam place to the ground, starting with you."

Vincent's eyes narrowed slightly, his face forming into a static expression though he was still clearly shocked by the threat. During all this time Bruce had never made such a threat in his or much less anyone's presences. In fact, up to this point the man had been an obedient dog, listening and doing what he was told without question. Yes he would throw a snarky comment here and there but still...

The man quickly shook his head with a chuckle. The only thing the boy could do was create small flames that were barely the size of his palms.

"I can't wait to see that? Can you do it now, I'm really anxious to see you do it, "the man laughed snidely. He stopped laughing when he heard the young man laugh too, but his was lighter, cheerful even.

"You think your little sight stones see everything don't you?"

The man's breathing hitched.

"Shall we get going? I don't want to be late for the fireworks," the young man said with a grin. When Vincent didn't move Bruce waves in his face rapidly, causing him to a step back in fear.

"What's wrong, you act like you just seen a ghost or something," Bruce asked humorously, a full blown grin on his face as he step towards the Brute of a man.

Bruce stared coolly at the seemingly new and transformed Vincent, quivering and shaking from fear just from a few choice words spoken.

'This is wrong, something is wrong here, this shouldn't be happening!'Vincent thought panic kingly. They had watched him, every waking fucking minute they had watched his every move yet...

Out of fear and desperation the man lunged at Bruce, determined to knock him out and report to LeBlanc if Astrid wasn't already. As he stepped closer to the man he felt a sharp pang of heat around his body. It was so quick that he barely registered it but...his movement became slower, like his body wasn't responding for some reason. Then he realized it, he was being burned alive...

Bruce's eyes flickered with Amusement for only a moment as Vincent's body fell beside him in a fiery heap, the smell of burnt flesh filling his senses. He quickly turned to the side and fell to his knees, trying to keep the food he ate last night down.

He had just killed someone. The realization dawned on him that he just killed someone. He thought about it the night before and accepted it but doing the act still shook him. He was no born killer; he couldn't just walk away and act like nothing happened.

He quickly dismissed the feelings. The world was not a kind place; it was killed or be killed. He would not die as some lapdog weapon for 'the Black Rose'. His resolve was fortified as the thought of escaping the hellhole and finding Syndra played on his mind. That's all he needed to stand up and walk forward. That's all he had to keep him moving. If he had to guess, he would bet that his mother hadn't even noticed that he was gone, much either did she care, seemingly the only thing on her mind is politics in some far off place.

"I will escape," he murmured to himself as he walked on, small pockets of fire licking at his white shirt.

As he walked through the hallway, he stuck to the right side of it, his right hand trailing across the smooth wall. He couldn't hear anything like usually, the whole place eerily quiet despite what had just transpired. He had expected a small army to come charging at him, guns and magic at the ready. Were they afraid of him? No, there's no way they would...would they? He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wouldn't dwell on it, instead opting to continue on the task of hand, escaping.

"Gaun," the man whispered.

No response.

"Gaun Yaoi," The man whispered loudly again.

"What do you want child," the dragon Said grumpily, having been in the middle of sleeping.

"I need you to guide me to the exit," the man asked quietly.

After a moment of no response, he was about to question the dragon when he blinked, afterwards opening see a green trail of something akin to mist on the ground.

"Thanks," the man whispered gratefully.

'Mhmm'

Bruce steeled his resolve before sprinting down the left corridor, eyes glued to the green mist. As he was running towards a set of doors he stopped abruptly. Standing before him was trio of black rose, two males and one female. They stood deathly still as the woman of the group spoke up, her voice loud but leaking with fear and nervousness.

"It's not too late, drop on the floor right now."

Bruce looked towards the trio, their hands at the ready as if they were going to pull something out of their coat pockets. It didn't take Bruce long to figure out what they were reaching for.

'Kill or be killed'

The thought lapped around in his mind, fueling his resolve as he clenched his left fist so tightly it turned white. He felt somewhat pity on them, but it was soon quickly replaced with the known knowledge that they had planned on using him as a weapon all along. Every dam day since he had arrived he was treated like a lab rat, hooked to various devices like some kind of animal. They had been nothing more to him then jailers, constantly watching over him as they tried to groom him into a weapon against his own people. Well they succeeded in some aspect. He had honed the manifestation of Guan's powers somewhat to the point where he could call upon the elements to assist him among other things.

Now as he stood there, taking in their expressions, he felt pity for them. They were going to die by his hand and there was nothing they could do about it and they knew it. The way the woman's eyes nervously shifted and the slight shaking of the men before him told him all too well.

"Take responsibility," is all he muttered before he snapped his fingers. Seemingly out of nowhere the trio lit up in a combined array of fire, their whole being ignited so fast that they could only scream for a split of a second before nothing was left of their existence, except the smell of burnt flesh in the air.

Bruce covered his noise at the smell but then slowly removed it. Much to his own self worry, he was getting used to the smell.

Author notes-Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed.