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Natsu stared up at the man in front of him, refusing to show fear. If he did, then it would mean the man had won- there was no way that the dragon slayer would let him win.

"Where are your little guild friends now, dragon slayer?" The man asked in a patronising tone, "Do they care about you at all? Doesn't seem like it…" Natsu refuses to look away from the back eyes staring at him.

'Fairy tail…' Natsu thought, digging into the depths of his broken memory, 'I need to remember!'

But he remembered nothing. Nothing at all but…a warm, comforting feeling that would erupt inside him whenever he thought about it…

His thoughts were cut off as the man roughly grabbed the dragon slayer's waist and drew it closer to himself. Natsu tried to move away, fear seeping through his body, but he was too weak, still recovering from being drugged. And this man was too strong.

"Now, now…" The man pulled Natsu closer, grinning, "behave…"

Natsu turned his head away from the man's piecing glare and tried to move away again in vain. The man's smile dropped and he snarled, violently hooking his hands around the dragon slayer's waist; the slayer squirmed uncomfortably in his grip and the older male held up a knife, which had been concealed in his pocket, and held it up to Natsu's face. The little amount of light that was sneaking into the square cell that they were in hit the knife's blade, making its sharp edge more noticeable.

"You are going to behave now, my little Pyro!" The man snarled and, whilst smiling cruelly, pieced the knife into Natsu's back; the cut wasn't deep enough to cause him to bleed to death, but it was enough to be extremely painful. Tears prickled in the dragon slayer's eyes as he gave out a quiet yell of pain. The man grinned and began to slowly drag the knife's blade from his back to his lower torso. Blood seeped from the wound and began to run down Natsu's thigh. The slayer's breath hitched as the man proceeded to pull the knife out of the wound sharply.

"Now, are you going to do as I say?"

Natsu looked up at him, only feeling hatred and fear.

"Are you?"

Natsu, defeated, nodded.

"Good…" The man purred and grabbed the dragon slayer's hair, roughly pulling it towards his face; Natsu could feel his cold breath against his cheek, and shuddered. Suddenly, his abuser slammed the slayer's head against the wall behind him.

Then?

Darkness.

-#!-#!-#!-#!

"I got his scent!" Gajeel came charging down the stairs and headed straight for the main doors. Without hesitation, Gray, Lucy, Erza and Happy followed him.

"Can't we go too?" Mika asked but already knew the answer, and the stupid reasoning behind it.

"It's too dangerous." Master Mokarov replied, "seeing as these people have managed to successfully capture Natsu twice, I'd say they are strong mages."

"And we don't even know any kind of magic." Haru pointed out.

"Fair point." Mika muttered and watched as the group of mages ran out the doors.

"Natsu's gonna be fine- don't worry." Macao said from the end of the bar table, where he was drinking slowly with Cana at his side. "That Pyro is tough. Those guys have another thing coming for them."

"I agree wholly." Master agreed and could only take a seat to wait for the mages to return, hopefully with Natsu.

-#!-#!-#!-#!

Gajeel stopped in his tracks suddenly and sniffed the air; the sudden stop had caused Happy to fly into the iron dragon slayer's back- not that he seemed to notice.

"What is it?" Erza asked as Happy picked himself up off the ground.

"The scent…" Gajeel sounded confused and sounded like it had supposed him. "It's…it's gone."

"Gone?!" Gray cried out angrily, "How?"

"Geez, I dunno!" Gajeel snapped back, just as frustrated. It had been so strong a second ago…so close…

"Maybe some kind of spell blocked it from here." Lucy said, thinking. That must mean…

"Natsu and whoever took him are close by!" Erza finished, "Come on!"

With Erza leading, the mages sprinted through the dense forest they had found themselves in; it took a few minutes, but soon they broke from the woods and were looking at a building with metal walls. It reminded them strongly of a:

"Prison." Happy muttered, unable to take his eyes off the strange building.

"Let's go. Stay on guard!" Erza ordered and they slipped past the colossal oak doors that disguised it to some extent.

-#!-#!-#!-#!

"Sir! There are intruders!"

"Mages?"

"We believe so, sir! They look like they want the slayer back!"

Marvalo stared at the guard in front of him with his black, soulless eyes, and wondered what his name was; he must have known it at one point, but, like with anyone else that meant nothing to him, he had not bothered to remember it.

"They want my Pyro, hmm?" Marvalo looked away from the nameless guard and began to pace slightly, combing his long, green hair out of his face.

He had first kidnapped that Pyro of his a good number of months ago; there he was, planning to stay in an abandoned log cabin for the night, when a pink-haired mage forced him smear inside, setting fire to the door whilst he was at it. So immature.

Then there was a fight. There always was. Marvalo was a wanted murderer after all- for him, fighting was daily if he didn't want to be thrown back into prison. The boy was strong- very strong- and the fight would've ended up as his first defeat if he didn't manage to capture him in power-restriction chains.

That was the first time he had kidnapped the Pyro.

But then, of course, his little Pyro escaped because of his guards lack of attention- they were punished later- and so Marvalo immediately decided to pursue the dragon slayer; he wanted people to know that you will never escape from Marvalo Sinyori so easily. And he found his Pyro, after some time searching, which pleases him greatly.

And that was the second time he had kidnapped the Pyro.

Marvalo glanced at the nameless guard again and pondered. Would a group of non-magical guards stop them? It would be a waste of time, and too much noise.

"Pretend we don't know they're here." Marvalo finally answered and sat down of his king-like chair. "I would like to challenge them myself. How many are there?"

"We think there's four, sir." The guard answered robotically, standing straighter. Marvalo thought; he wasn't stupid enough to think he could challenge them all- after all, he only used basic re-quip magic to change his weapons. However, if he managed to split them up…

"Set up all the traps. I want them separated." Marvalo ordered; the nameless guard saluted and ran out of the doors again.

Haruto…that was that guards name.

-#!-#!-#!-#!

"Strange." Erza muttered as they walked cautiously through the zigzagged through the seemingly endless corridors.

"What?" Lucy asked quietly.

"There should be some guards. But there's none."

The whole group stopped, noticing why it had been so easy for them to get in.

"There was tonnes of them before." Gajeel said into the silence. Gray straightened up suddenly, slowly backing away from the next corner they were going to take.

"It's a trap." He muttered under his breath so only those close to him could hear. "Can you see the camera in the corner?"

Discreetly, the group looked up at the square camera that was half-hidden in the wall.

"They know we're here…" Lucy grabbed her wallet full of keys instinctively; Erza gripped her sword harder, Gray created a ice dagger in his hand and Gajeel moved into a fighting stance.

"It's good to know you finally caught on…"

The mages turned around quickly and saw that a man with long green hair and black eyes had seemingly suddenly appeared out of thin air. He was grinning in a cruel, arrogant way and was turning a knife, with its blade soaked with blood, in one hand.

"It's him!" Happy whispered from above them in shock. "That's the man…the man Natsu was after when he left…it's him…"