Title of Prompt: Care [Part 1] (Or Where Atrocitus Reveals His Dark Intentions To A Prisoner)
Rating: T - This one is a bit dark. Lots of angst and implications.
Disclaimer: I do not own Green Lantern: The Animated Series or Green Lantern. It all belongs to DC comics.
Authors Note: This is actually going to be a two parter drabble. The whole thing was really long and kinda bulky so I decided to streamline it and publish it as two different chapters. It is a bit dark...but who doesn't love a little Razer angst/beating?
Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed, favorited, or alerted this story! Your kind words definitely make me feel all flaily inside. It'll be a matter of time before the Teal Lantern Corp (I dunno...what color is left?) recruits me to join their ranks of happy authors. [To Starburst22: Definitely expect a TON of Razaya fluff. Also expect a ton of Troll!Hal. I'll let you use your imagination from there :D] {To mysticalgems: I've actually never done anything M before...usually I stay away from it. But since your review practically made my face split with a crazy grin, I can't see how I can refuse writing a drabble for you. I'll see what I can come up with :)} ((To Elvenstar Imrahil: Thank you so much! This doesn't even count as your request for a Atrocitus piece. I have something delightfully...um...intriguing in the making that incorporates those two characters. Keep an eye out for it!))

"Defeating your little team of Lanterns was easier than I could have ever anticipated. Did you ever think you could bring down," Atrocitus lifted a scarred hand and slowly cut through the thick air, "the great Red Lantern Army?" A limp body was suspended in the corner of his private study. It was relatively unresponsive.

The leader of the Red Lantern Corp turned towards his prisoner. His walk towards his Lantern prisoner was partially gloating and partially menacing. The terrifying combination caused the captured Lantern to lower his eyes and glance away. Every word that Atrocitus said should have burned his ears, but he was just too downtrodden to care anymore. Ever since he and his allies were defeated by the Red Lanterns, he didn't even care about life and death.

"Did you honestly believe you could be a hero? Did you think that you could be better than all of the others?" Atrocitus was only a few feet away from the restrained man. He analyzed his prisoner and almost appeared disappointed by the lack of reaction.

"You seem quiet, Razer."

For the first time, the prisoner finally showed a faint sign of life at being called by his name. Sullen eyes glanced up briefly. No more fight was shining in the dull, blue irises. Pleased by the reaction, the leader of the Red Lantern Corp continued.

"Are you quiet because you mourn the death of your friends?" A heavy silence crushed Razer's lungs and he couldn't seem to breathe. He refused to give his former master the satisfaction of seeing him so broken. Instead of answering Atrocitus, he glared weakly at a random spot in space. His silence betrayed him; Atrocitus knew exactly how Razer felt.

"I wish you would speak, Razer. It is not very satisfying when I am talking to myself. I plan on keeping you here for a while, so it would be in both of our best interests for you to be a bit more responsive."

Razer suddenly growled weakly in the back of his throat and glared at his captor. "I am not your slave; I am not bound by your will."

Atrocitus traced a gnarled finger along the bottom of Razer's jawbone. The captured hero tried to jerk his head away, a disgusted look on his face. "I believe I am in control of you, Razer."

"You have no control over me," Razer repeated. If he could get Atrocitus angry enough, perhaps the powerful Red Lantern would soon put him out of his misery. If Atrocitus refused to kill him, there was always Plan B. Razer wouldn't have to live in this misery much longer.

Atrocitus' face lifted into a dark smirk. "I also can control whether you live or die." Razer was silent, quietly gloating in his small, pathetic victory. Atrocitus would control nothing. Razer would choose when he was to die.

"I know about the little trick your race has."

No…

"I know that you can force yourself to generate toxins within your own body." Atrocitus examined his prisoner's face thoughtfully. "A defense mechanism that could lead to a relatively quick death. An interesting ability when it comes to survival, I think. I've already injected you with my own concoction that renders the poisons useless. They'll cause you pain, after all," Atrocitus paused, "you do deserve to be punished, but you won't die." Razer was still staring at the monster with a look of complete shock. His mouth was parted slightly in a surprised "oh."

"How did I know? You aren't the first one of your race that I have encountered, Razer. I had to have test subjects. She provided me with a lot of information about you." It was easy to figure out who he was referencing to. Pain and anger flashed through Razer's dull eyes before disappearing without a trace. It hurt too much to fight for long. Brought back too many memories. Atrocitus reached out again and lightly rested a finger on one of Razer's strange markings. "I take it that these are the toxin generators?" Razer refused to speak. Atrocitus dug a sharp fingernail into Razer's skin until the prisoner cried out softly. A yellowish red puss that was once a formidable poison dribbled out slightly from the nick. The Red Lantern's triumphant smirk grew wider.

"I hope you understand now, Razer, how futile attempts to defy me will be. I am Lord Artocitus, your master. You will obey me."

Razer continued to fight his unavoidable fate. "I will not!" He would have spat if there was anything in his mouth to spit. "You shall have to destroy me before I would ever obey you."

"It won't be you who I destroy. Know this, Razer. Your friends are not dead." Razer's eyes darted to Atrocitus' face. A little whoosh of air escaped through his lips and he felt a slight trace of hope bubble into his chance. He made sure to squash it immediately; hope was the infernal emotion that kept him trapped in this inescapable hell.

"Th-they aren't d-dead?" The Red Lantern's voice crackled from surprise and the lack of fluids. During the assault that resulted in his capture, Razer was soon incapacitated and could not remember much. He just assumed that Atrocitus had already taken out his rage on the Green Lanterns. It was only a matter of moments before he too joined them in death, he believed.

"No, they aren't. Not yet." Atrocitus smirked a disgustingly sweet smirk. "I'm careful with my prisoners, Razer. They don't die until I want them to." He traced the markings on Razer's face again, circling around the small wound.

The former Red Lantern suppressed a shudder and looked back down at the ground. He had to be careful and couldn't let himself be overwhelmed by hope. His acquaintances may not have been dead at that moment, but Atrocitus' mind could change on a whim.

"I can dismantle that robot and break it into a hundred pieces with ease…and delight." Atrocitus' voice swirled in Razer's ear. The younger Red Lantern had no clue that Atrocitus had gotten so close to him. "The oafish Green Lantern will not stand long against the power of my rage…or my might. The human Lantern will be most pleasing to break. I will make him regret his arrogance and truly fear my anger." A red glow burned around the older Red Lantern and Razer felt the heat of Atrocitus' aura searing his skin. "Death is an unpleasant option for your allies, Razer, if you do not give me what I want."

The Red Lantern didn't understand what Atrocitus was getting at. "I do n—"

"You will remain here and be complacent; you will do as I command."

Razer's restrained fists clenched themselves very tightly. He wanted to scream, to fight, to kill Atrocitus, to die. But he couldn't. Not if he wanted to keep his friends alive. All of the fight and hope that Atrocitus had so precariously built within him left with a rush and his body went limp. Razer sluggishly closed his eyes, unable to look his new master in the eyes.

"Yes…Master."

Ja? Na? Fa? (Do Re Mi...) Ahem. I wonder how you guys feel about my little explanation for Razer's face markings. Non canon since I don't even know what Razer is. Just a thought, though. Anyway, feedback, like always, is greatly appreciated! :D
(On another completely unrelated note ((but not a musical note xD -shot-)), I THINK SAINT WALKER IS GETTING HIS RING-Y TOMORROW/TODAY, GUYS! Sorry for yelling, but he seriously is one of the coolest characters ever.)