A/N from A.C.: I really like this story and I love the OCs. Normally I don't but for some reason I do. Hahaha. The story might be over soon. I know where it's going but not sure how to get there. Wan dun dun.

Firenze came back with Hogan and Barry to see me after Weiss was brought back to the real world. The world beyond these horrible bars and disgusting excuses for food is a world that I'm excited to go back to. I'm sure Firenze didn't want me hurt, that's why he came along with the two other guards. But that's why they were here after all.

Barry unlocked the door to my cell then both he and Hogan walked over to where I was sitting on my cot. Firenze, on the other hand, stood in the corner of my cell in case he needed to stop the violence.

Hogan reached forward and grabbed a fistful of my hair, dragging me to my feet, "So, little guy… I hear you've been a bit upset."

I grit my teeth past the burning pain and hissed at him, "Let go of me, you bastard!"

Barry gripped my chin and made me look into his eyes. He smirked, "Now, now, pet, don't be so rude. We only want to help you."

"Help me?" I shouted at the two of them, unable to control myself, "You aren't helping me! You're hurting me, filthy bastards! You're just fucking douchebags!"

He ran his thumb over my lips and cooed, "A pretty little thing like you shouldn't use such bad language."

I narrowed my eyes and bit his thumb as hard as I could.

Barry yowled and yanked his hand away from me, I could taste blood in my mouth, sure, but he acts as if I actually bit his thumb off. Hogan pulled my hair and jerked my head back.

He hissed at me, "Don't you know that you're not allowed to do guards harm, pet? You have to submit or we get to do anything we want to do."

Firenze's face suddenly went pale and his eyes went a bit wide but he didn't move.

Hogan quickly moved me and pinned me hard against the wall, the bases of my metal wings digging painfully into my back. He growled out, moving so close his nose was almost touching my own, "You gonna take it like the bitch you are?"

His hand moved from my hair to grip around my throat. I wheezed, "B- Bastard… Let… go…"

Barry moved next, fast as lightning, he raised a hand and smacked me across the face causing my head to whip to the side. He hollered at me, "Don't you dare call us those types of things! That's what's getting you punished!"

I looked up at him, my vision growing hazy as I was getting less and less oxygen, "Bas.. tard…"

He snarled and went to smack me again but was stopped by Firenze. "What the hell?"

Firenze growled, "Put 'im down, 'ogan."

Hogan obeyed and took his hand away, dropping me to the floor. "Yes, Sir, Firenze, Sir."

My head smashed against the wall as I fell and my wings scraped against the metal walls loudly, making my ears hurt. Everything was blurry as I watched the three guards argue. I was so happy that Firenze was here for me… He just saved me from a horrible experience and both he and I know it. I groaned and my head pounded as air rushed back to my system.

My savior glared heatedly at the two of them, "Ya stupid asses! Ya can't kill 'im!"

Barry's voice met my ears as I tried to get enough oxygen to my brain to stop everything from looking hazy, "Why not?"

"'e's Weiss' brother! Ya can't kill 'im, Weiss might need 'im!"

Hogan laughed, "We weren't going to kill him, Sir. We were just going to have a little fun."

Firenze slapped him and snarled, "No rapin' this 'ere pris'ner! Un'erstand me? If ya wanna do somethin' like tha' go ta someone else!"

"But, Sir-"

"No buts! Get out!" Firenze yelled, pointing to the door.

The two scrambled to the cell door, opened it, and then slammed it shut again.

I looked up to my savior, my vision still a bit blurry, and whispered, "Thank you…"

Firenze put his hands on his hips and looked down at me, "Don' be so grateful, I won' always be 'ere ta pr'tect ya."

Once I could see normally, I got to my feet. "But you are sometimes… I thank you."

Firenze watched me as I went back to sit on my cot, "Ya need ta ge' ou', Nero. Don' tell no one I said tha'. But I mean it. Yer jus' gonna ge' 'urt 'round 'ere."

I curl up on my cot and nod slowly to him, "Okay… I know…"

The kind guard left without another word, locking the cell door behind him.

He didn't want me to escape when everyone knew that he was on duty. He wanted the others to get in trouble. Firenze was a strange man, I admit it. I can almost understand his motives but some things are still confusing about him.

I'll figure it out. I know I will.