Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, or any of its characters, though I wish I could. They belong to Bioware and EA. Any other characters are mine unless stated otherwise. All songs and quotes are credited to their respected owners. I make no money with this Fanfiction. It's just my imagination gone crazy.
Special Note: Yes, this chapter is rather small, smaller than the previous one but I'm getting back into the thick of my stories. It's not my best but it'll get better, I also want to apologize for not updating. Family problems, along with my own, I.E. physical accidents, is what kept me away. I started another story and it's given me the muse to write for this, so here it is. This is a solo piece for Feron. I know I didn't get some things right but this is AU a bit so yeah. Hope you enjoy.
Word Count: 1,329
Eyes dart left and right, molecules of the recycled air itch my eyes. I ignore it. I have thing to do. I see Hanar to my right, discussing in rapid light movements. The bright flashes they emit no longer hurt my eyes. I look forwards again to the citadel, hub full of all races in the galaxy. Security looks weak as usual; even a non-experience assassin can get past but I'm not an assassin. I am an information trader, though I am not without any skill. I take tentative steps, my eyes making sure to refrain from taking the paths that the Shadow Broker's agents, or being completely noticed by C-sec, that where known to survey. I had forsaken him, left the Commander's body to Liara, his longtime enemy even gone so far as to not kill Liara and instead help her escape the Blue Suns. Now I fear for my life, he can be ruthless, and working with the Collectors and Reaper's alike does not help lessen that fear. I've decided that I should leave. I need to hurry, time is of the essence. I arrive at my apartment, it is dark, and I need to be alert. I do not doubt that he isn't watching. I grab whatever I cannot replace; I have a place to go. Perhaps Liara can help hide me, even though I know I can hide myself. I hear a shuffle, my back muscles clench painfully. I grab the submachine gun in my night stand along with clips. I have to fight on my way out. I get ready, take even breaths, my shot lined perfectly to the door. It opens, a canister rolls inside. I shield my eyes, mouth and nose but it does nothing. My eyes burn with tears and I cannot help but breath in the fumes and try to look out into the smoke. I shoot blindly across the door, but it does nothing. They suspected it. I feel pain in the back of my neck, I want to turn around but my vision blurs. A needle pricks the back of my neck, a sedative. I should have been more careful. I should have not come or at least waited. I hope that Liara was able to deliver the package to the Cerberus we met along the way, otherwise we are all doomed.
I feel the darkness starting to leave me after who knows how long. I do not know where I am, but I can guess. I look in the darkness, being a Drell I have better night vision than most species. I see nothing, though. It is dark, dark grey wall and a huge metal door. I know it will not open for me. Why should it? I was in their mercy. I do not count the hours I am there, I meditate on happier memories with my parents and siblings. It had been a long time since I have visited their graves. Kepral's Syndrome was not a pleasant way to die but I am glad they at least lived full lives. I shall pay them a visit if I live, though I highly doubt my chances. The heavy door opens, and I see some of his agents enter, two station on each side of the cell so I do not have a chance to get out. A doctor walks in, Salarian, and a devilish grin on his small crinkled lips. He is not my salvation, that I can tell without a second thought or look. I refuse to stand when they order it. If I am to die, then I will fight to my last breath. I cannot show fear otherwise they would win, and I would not want that now, would I? I am yanked to my feet none too gently, and jolted to stand straight and follow without 'trouble' but I was never one to please too quickly. I'd prefer to take my time. I dug my heels into the floor though I cannot find purchase on the smooth metallic floor. It took three of the human agents to drag me where I was intended to go, it took four hard repeated punches to the stomach to get me to stumble and move forwards.
The straps on the chair where none too comfortable when I was forced on that forsaken chair. They bite at my skin and I feel it start to chafe my scales. I blink a few times, the light of shinning towards me temporarily blinding me. I know this will not be pleasant. I never expected it to me. Hopefully when I die, Kalahira will have mercy on my soul and guide me to the sea. I have done many bad things in my life and never repented, but the situation I am in now, I hope she can see that I am trying and will pray to her and my other two gods. I am afraid, but I cannot submit to show it. I think of Liara as they start up a machine that I am certain they use for torture. An agent comes in through the door I entered to get in here. He puts sensors on my head, opens a bit of my clothing to attach some to my chest and rolls up my sleeves to put some on my arms. I can tell this will be painful due to the 'shit eating' grin on his face. Though I cannot see his eyes due to the helmet he wears, but I know they twinkle with glee. I sneer and spit on his visor. He rears back slightly disgusted, and I laugh. It was hardy and possible one of the few I will ever have again. I take pleasure in it. He brings the butt of his assault rifle and slams it against my left cheek and temple. My head jolts to the side and I see flashes in my vision. It hurt, but was worth it. I chuckle darkly and a low growl comes from the back of my throat. My neck inflates a bit and he seems scared and takes a step back. I am happy with the result. The doctor calls him through the speakers, he sounds angry that he wasn't the one to inflict the pain. The man growls at me and my mouth grin in mischief as he walks out. I look forwards to the huge viewing window above where I sit. I cannot see much, but I can see a huge shadow to my right. Squinting my eyes, I cannot help but wonder if that is HIM, but I do not have time to wonder. As electricity courses through me, I cannot help but try and shut my eyes and remember anything, it doesn't matter what I just do not wish to have this feeling but as the feeling intensifies I cannot help but to start to give up. I hear screaming, and I open my tear stained eyes to see who it is, I see nothing, my eyes are too blurred and the electricity obscures my vision worse. When I start to notice that no one is around, I realize it is me. I cannot help but to cringle inwardly at the sound. It hurts my throat and ears and I can taste blood in my mouth. The electricity stops, and my body slumps back, my breath is hard to catch my back is painfully aware of how high my body arched from the chair. I curse myself for being weak but I know I cannot help it so I start to laugh and ask "Is that all you've got?" As it begins again, I know this will be my new life, yet for how long I do not know. All I know, it was worth it. And when I die, I hope I find peace on the waves of the sea.
Poor Feron. D: I got sad knowing he had to suffer torture due to the Shadow Broker. Glad he died!