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Sorry this one took so long, enjoy.
Sonja and the two dragon slayers were now counting down the weeks until the six months were over, they had just six left. Sonja was slowly getting worse, her magic power was basically drained and her physical state was terrible. She hadn't been raped again and she hadn't seen that demon again, she assumed Thorn found out exactly what happened and he was angry over what happened. He might have been angry that she had been raped but she figured that he was more worried about their father finding out. The demon must have been bragging about taking the Demon Princess's virginity and Thorn had to shut him up before he would have to suffer the consequences of his actions, or inactions. Demons came and went constantly not doing much torture to Sonja mainly just hitting her and using different daggers to cut her. Lately the demons have been getting much crueler with their torture. They started using blessed blades to cut her. These blades not only cut her but also burned her skin wherever they touched. They started using white hot metal, which they heated with their breaths, to brand her, to watch her scream. She had grown used to this and had warned the dragon slayers to sleep in the dark corner of the cell so that they were not in the demon's direct line of sight when they came to see Sonja.
The last time they were attacked broke something within Sonja. At least eight guards came into the cell at once at first their attention was completely on Sonja. She stood there ready for the usual, hitting and cutting but the two demons rushed her at once. They grabbed her arms and held outstretched at her sides, palms facing out. They grabbed two very long blessed blades and stabbed them through her hands. Sonja looked at them confused, demons always got a kick out of her trying to fight them off, and since they bound her already they had something else in mind. As soon as she was held back the demons turned their heads towards the boys that her hiding in the corner. Sonja's stomach dropped.
Sting was the first to react to the demons. He stepped in front of Rogue to block him from sight; he noticed a smirk on the demon's face as he did so. The demon punched Sting in stomach. Sting flew back ward and hit the wall, his head had slammed against the wall. Sonja could hear a sickening crack of Sting's skull and the smell of fresh blood. Sting quickly snapped out of the daze and charged at the demons. One demon, that was sickly skinny, smirks at his feeble attempt to fight back. This demon's name was Ossis, he was capable of controlling his bones in way that can give him endless weapons, a protective armor and a unique fighting style. Once Ossis sees Sting run at him he sticks his arm out and part of his radius bone shot out and sharpened to a point, much like a dagger. Ossis stepped in front of the rest of the demons and pierced Sting's shoulder, Ossis kept pushing Sting back toward the wall until the bone weapon went completely through his shoulder and stuck into the wall behind him. Sting kept moving, trying to free himself from the wall but the pain became blinding whenever he tried to move. He braced himself for more pain but, to his horror, the demons turned their attention to Rogue.
Rogue went to Sonja's aid as soon as the demons walked away. He trusted Sting to take a couple hits while he got Sonja free. He knew that Sonja would defend and protect them. He had seen them go after Sonja and knew that neither he nor Sting could have any hope against these demons. He got close enough to Sonja to see her shaking, it seems as though she is in a great deal of pain. Then as he was going to lift her head up, he felt the burning in his lungs he knew this pain and what it meant; it meant that a shadow demon had grabbed him. He paused walking to try and catch his breath even though he knew it wouldn't work. Two of the bigger demons grabbed him and dragged him back to face Sting. He seen his best friend pinned to the wall, they both stared at each other in horror from the not knowing what these demons had planned. The demons forced Rogue to his knees and pulled his head back so he was forced to look at Sting. Rogue starred at Sting, they looked each other in the eyes, and both determined to get through this hell. The shadow demon came in between them, Rogue's stomach dropped at the smirk on his face. The demon extended his arm and sharp needle like claws formed at the end of his finger tips. He brought his hand across Rogue's face, the claws were so sharp that Rogue didn't even feel them cut his face. The scent of fresh blood perfumed the air. Rogue looked at the fresh blood on the floor but he was alarmed at Sonja's response. Sonja let out a fierce growl and started to shake violently against the blessed blades holding her against the wall. He could tell she was in pain but as he was turning his head to look at her, the deep cuts on his face started to burn. He turned and hissed at the pain. He felt his hot blood drip down his face as he faced the demon. The shadow demon licked the blood off of his claws and smiled at Rogue, "Acid," he said sickly.
Rogue's face felt like it was on fire as more blood ran down his face. The burning eased after about thirty seconds, he blinked away the tears that stung his eyes. He knew that the cuts would scar his face, but what scared him was the thought of already slipping into a sleep, to allow this other half to take hold. While the pain was easily ignorable, but he knew that more was coming. He knew how easy it was to just let go and let his other half take control and he would sleep and not feel anything. He forced himself to look at Sting, he seen the determination in his eyes and forced himself to forget his thoughts. He forced his eyes to mirror that of Sting's, if he could handle this than so could Rogue.
He looked at the next demon in the eyes and gave them a taunting smile. The demon in return smiled even wider. He grabbed Rogue's head sent thoughts and feelings into him that caused pain like Rogue had never experienced. He seen Skiadrum and seen much smiles and happiness, then he seen Skiadrum ask him to do the unthinkable, to help him die. Rogue then felt the sadness of living without his foster father, but instead of a dull ache that he could ignore but a new ache, one that felt like it ripping him in two. Then he seen the day that he met Frosch, he remembered how he found the small odd cat that she would only talk in third person, but soon found the cat's company enjoyable. Then he remembered when Sting lost Lector but this time the story changed, it was Rogue in Sting's place. He felt the pain of losing Frosch, he felt the crushing lost of never being able to see or hear her voice anymore. The loss of Frosch made him break, he felt his barrier slip. He felt is darker side take hold as he slipped away into unconsciousness.
Sting watched closely as the demon held out his hand and touched Rogue. He watched as Rogue's eyes went from happiness to horror in a matter of seconds. He understood what the demons were doing, physical attacks wouldn't work on Rogue anymore but emotional torture seemed to be much more damaging. He watched as a single tear fall out then Rogue collapsed. Sting watched for any movement in Rogue, he couldn't figure exactly what they did to him. Rogue didn't seem to have suffered any physical damage but he could be wrong, he stopped doubting what demons could do a long time ago.
Rogue, or at least Rogue's face, looked back up at Sting. Rogue's eyes that were normally bright red were now a stormy dark red. His eyes were cold and unwavering. Sting gasped as he looked into the face of his last torturer. This face, with the eyes and the confident smirk reminded Sting of 'Future Rogue'. He could completely believe that this man that was in front of him was completely capable of killing him and stealing his powers. Rogue pushed up off of the floor each of his bones cracked as he moved, like his shadow half was correcting Rogue's body to fit his own. A demon lost patience with Rogue and landed a crushing blow to Sting's rib cage, Sting gasped as the air escaped from his lungs. He looked around for some comfort but found Rogue's face staring at him with a smirk. It was the last thing he seen before he drifted out of consciousness.
Rogue looked at his unconscious dragon slayer, he smirked. His used his shadows to create a sword out of thin air that couldn't be dulled or broken. This was his favorite weapon. He thought out loud, "Now, where should I cut?"
Sting didn't move at Rogue's taunt so Rogue decided to wake him up, he used his hand to gently slap Sting, "Wake up, Sting it is play time," he said in a gentle voice.
Sting woke up and looked directly into Rogue's eyes, searching for any hint that the real Rogue was still in there.
Rogue stopped talking and drew his sword and placed it on the outside of Sting's thigh to give him a deep gash, Sting winced but only slightly. Rogue wasn't quite satisfied with his reaction so he took the sword and started to cut the soft and tender part of Sting's arms. "Not into screaming anymore?" Rogue said with a little pout. His smile returned, "Come on, beg me to stop, beg for Rogue to wake up and stop hurting you."
Sting didn't respond to his taunt and only answered with a threatening look. Without a moment's hesitation Rogue brings the blade up and creates a deep gash across Sting's chest. Sting let out a scream at the shocking pain coming from his chest.
Sonja was horrified by the actions. She was stuck to the wall on the opposite side of the cell watching her current closest allies being tortured. Sonja's pupils widen at the smell of Sting's blood when he was nailed to the wall, but when Rogue's fresh blood hit the floor her body involuntarily reacted and she growled deep in her throat as her body started to morph into her true form. Sonja's vision was perfectly clear as her eyes went completely black. Her spinal vertebrae started to grow until they ripped out of her skin, once out of the skin they flattened and created an armor that covered her back. Her finger nails grew and turned black, her fangs elongated as saliva dripped from her mouth. Her stomach turned as her hunger grew. The smell of fresh blood almost mad her lose herself but then Sting screamed. Sonja looked up to see Sting against the wall with Rogue holding a now bloodied sword in his hand. Sonja clenched her fists together and ripped the daggers out of the wall with one strong pull.
The jerking of the daggers drew the attention of all of the demons except for Rogue who was too busy looking at Sting's wounds looking confused and conflicted. Sonja rolled her shoulders to bring them back into place. She opened her eyes and focused on the closest demon and walked up in a strong stride to reach him and broke his neck with a final finishing blow. All of the demons looked at Sonja with the same wide eyed look. The shadow demon turned into a shadow and ran to the door of the cell, even down the hallway Sonja could still hear him screaming Thorn's name.
Sonja ignored the demon and went for the next demon, he started to turn but she moved faster. She punched him straight through his chest, he stared at her as she lifted up his still beating heart in front of his face. His face whitened as he fell to the floor. Sonja stepped over him and looked for her next target. She met him as he thrust his bone sword at her head she simply tilted her head to narrowly dodge the blade. He turned the blade and tried to slice her head instead she ducked and shot up to punch him in the head. He looked at her and thrust his sword between the center of her chest and her throat so it would be more difficult to dodge. Sonja stared directly at him as he thrust it toward her, he smiled as he thought he finally could stop her, instead she clapped her hands together at the last minute. The demon was thrown of course by the sudden stop of his momentum. He looked at her, stunned, he put all of his weight into it and tried to push into her but he couldn't move the blade at all. She started to turn the blade in his hands to loosen his grip, once she was satisfied with his loosen grip and his loss of concentration she let go of the blade and in the same motion slammed her hands on opposite sides of the sword to shatter and splinter the blade all the way to the hilt. He shot smaller draggers out of his hands into the air, he grabbed one of the daggers and through it at Sonja. She caught it but he had already caught the second one and was in the process of throwing it when Sonja disappeared. He gripped the dagger ready to defend himself. Sonja reappeared behind him and stabbed him through his chest into the soft tissue under the bone shoulder blades to stab his heart. Sonja turned the blade and yanked the blade out as the demon fell to his knees then to the floor.
The rest of the demons ran to the cell entrance but once the left Sonja's direct line of sight she forgot about them and continued to advance towards Sting and Rouge. Rogue was still in a daze trying to fight an inner battle so Sonja walked over and set him on the ground with his daze expression. Sting looked up at Sonja's face there were tears in his eyes but not from pain. He looked back down and never took his eyes off of Rogue. Sonja had to draw his attention to her but quickly wished she hadn't. Sting suddenly recoiled at the sight of her, she then remembered she looked as much as a demon as the ones that were just hurting him. It took him a second but he managed to put on a straight face but Sonja knew that he as scared of her. Sonja looked down at her hands; they were covered in blood, her stomach rumbled again at the sight of fresh blood. She thought about how just one lick of her fingers she would feel better if she sucked them clean she would be able to completely heal Sting and Rogue. Sonja fancied this thought for a moment but in the end she knew better, she might be in control now but she might not be if she consumed the evil blood that coated her hands. All of the evil and hate that pulsed through the demons veins now stained her hands and consuming it would make her feel that and to act upon those feelings. She got complete control of her emotions and hunger and walked over to the bucket and rinsed her hands. Once clean she concentrated and pulled her nails back to their original length and made her bones go back into her body after she was more put together she walked over to Sting. She did so very slowly with her hands in the air so he would not try to fight her. She could tell her eyes were still black so she kept her eyes low so he wouldn't see them.
Sting inhaled sharply when he seen Sonja was now making her way towards him. He noticed her hands were now clean. And she was walking towards him in a submissive position to show that she meant him now harm. He knew from what he just seen that demonic Sonja was not submissive or scared, if she meant him harm she would walk up and do so. The way she walked was different so now he knew that this was the real Sonja and that she was in control of herself. When she looked up he could see her black eyes but this time he seen the guilt and sadness in her eyes and he knew he would be able to completely trust her.
"This is going to hurt," Sonja said in a soft apologetic tone. With no more warning Sonja reached up and broke the bone so there was just a couple of inches of bone sticking out of Sting's shoulder. Sting flinched at the movement and the vibration of the bone blade that was still through his shoulder. Sonja slowly slid her arm around his waist and slowly started to pull him off of the wall. Sting braced himself and put on a strong brave face as he helped Sonja to remove himself from the piercing blade.
Sonja allowed Sting to slide down the wall and he was propped up against the wall in a sitting position. She walked over to the bucket and grabbed the wash cloth out of the lukewarm water, Sonja walked back over and started to wash Sting's minor cuts. The smell of fresh blood kept Sonja's eyes black but in her head she was able to keep in control by constantly telling herself who's blood it was, that it was her friend that needed help. Sonja paused at the deep cut that went across his chest. This one would leave a nasty scar. She felt sorry that he would have to wear a memory of this place and this scar would always remind him that one of his closest friends had hurt him so badly.
Sting grabbed her hand, when she looked up Sting looked at the tears in her eyes and told her, "It is okay. I don't blame him."
She smiled at how strong Sting sounded, that he could understand that the real Rogue would never hurt him this way. "One of my Nakama told me something that I think you may find some value, he said, 'I don't care where I get hurt, as long as all of my injuries are visible.'" At the mention of Fairy Tail Sonja's eyes returned to normal.
Sting thought for a moment of what Sonja had just told him and smiled. He knew he felt the same way. As long as he, Rogue and Sonja could walk about of this terrible place still friends then this could all just fade away into a bad dream. He would wear his scars proudly to show what he survived but used his faith and trust in his comrades to allow this hell to disappear into memory.
Sonja and Sting didn't speak as she finished dressing his wounds. As Rogue started to come to they both looked at him. Rogue looked around still a little dazed and confused but when his eyes landed on Sting he shrunk back "Oh no, please tell me I didn't." He looked at his hands that were still covered in blood and hid his face away in them, he started weeping and quietly repeated, "I am so sorry, I am so sorry. "
Sting, with help from Sonja, got up and walked over to Rogue's side. When Rogue didn't look up at him he put a comforting hand on Rogue's shoulder, Rogue flinched at the contact but still looked up at Sting. The forgiveness that Rogue was not ready to accept was already in Sting's eyes before Sting had actually said anything. "No, it isn't okay!" Rogue shouted, "You are my Nakama, I am not supposed to hurt my Nakama."
Sting just grabbed Rogue and forced him into a tight embrace, "I am okay, trust me. We need to stick together through this. It is almost over then we will leave this place and forget the horrors that happened here," she said in a comforting tone. He smiled down at Rogue, who smiled back through his tears, and then Sting turned back and smiled at Sonja.