Chapter 3: Faction 1

"Darkness approaches from the outside. I feel no light inside me strong enough to resist it."

Christopher Pike

Present Day

Pain. Pounding. All words that described the feelings that circulated through his body he was no longer in control of. Trapped. They trapped him. Five years have passed of this treatment. The relentless orders, the beatings, the triangular scar that marked him as powerful. He had lost her, his light. The one thing that had given him hope in this world. Everyday the darkness tightened around his heart, losing himself more with each twist. Why him? Why her? Why was he here? "Get up." The command entered his mind. One of the voices he could not resist. The blonde felt his body rise from his sleepless slumber. His legs carried him out into the hall, almost unconsciously. This faction had beaten him down to nothing, barely a man. His mind was ruined, no longer under his control but their's. He was bound to them by the jagged scar that ran up his back.

The blonde man slowly walked through the white marbles hallways, the color running along the floors and up the walls. Every step echoed, no longer his choice. His body responded to what they wanted, not what he wanted. This faction was what some would consider perfect, but those who did were unaware of what was going on under the surface. The cruel treatments. The control. The darkness. His dull blue eyes followed the floor, no longer needing to look ahead of himself to know his path. "Faster." He felt his legs increase in speed, carrying him quicker to the cruel treatment he was to endure today. His life was not always like this. It started when they found him, when they stole his happiness. He rounded the corned, coming face to face with the ones who called for him.

"Yamato." His name dripped like venom off of her dark red lips, turned upwards in an evil smirk. The woman in front of him had hair as white as the marble floors and ceilings, her eyes silver. Her slender body was clothed with a white dress, the sleeves flowing from her arms like water. "Why so sad. You know I love it when you smile." She ran her dark red nails across his jaw, digging in a bit harder than needed. Yamato jerked his chin away from her touch, resulting in her raising an eyebrow. "Now that's no way to treat a lady. Why don't you smile?" This came out as more of a command, less of a question she wanted to hear the answer to. Yamato hated how his lips listened to her words, turning up at the edges into a smile that didn't reach his blue eyes. "There you go, pet. That's more like it. Now come." She turned quickly and walked through the large doorway into the room that held him. The woman climbed a small set of stairs, sitting in the silver throne next to her cousin. The pair was deadly. They ruled the faction with an iron fist, but the people loved them. They didn't know what they had their prisoners do.

"Lillian," the man smiled at the woman as she sat next to him, "he seems… His usual self today." The man's silver eyes travelled over Yamato filled with disgust. His hair matched his cousin's, a crisp white. A tight, white suit hugged his form. "Shame, don't you think? So much power, wasted on him." A chuckled passed her lips like silk. "Yes, Magnus. Pathetic." Yamato shifted on his feet, swallowing the words he wanted to yell at them. He hated the cousins. How they made him do their work. How he couldn't resist them and their words. How he was their 'pet'. The last memory he had of his own was that day. The day they made him their's.

-Three years ago-

She laughed, the sound like the most beautiful bell. She was the reason he smiled. Two years since they had been sucked into this world, but he was fine as long as it was a world with her. They had awoken next to each other, scared and confused. After asking the people who walked up and down the streets, the pair had a name for the world they had entered; Faction 1. The world was beautiful. The streets were paved with silver, the sidewalks marble tiles. The people who lived in faction 1 were all happy and delighted. Deep red roses and dark green leaves were the only plants that scattered across any of the landscapes, but it was quote a sight.

The two grew closer over the first few months of being in this faction, adapting to its lavish, carefree lifestyle almost immediately. They remembered their old world, yes, but it was hard to miss it when everything the two of them wanted was in their hands. As quickly as their happiness came, it left.

The night was dark and chilly, the pair out on a walk. The stars above twinkled, the girl pressed under his arm to keep warm. His blue eyes looked down on her. Her smile, her flushed cheeks, her long hair just out of place. Perfection. That is what he thought of her. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard her scream and saw a man running away with her purse. He didn't think twice, Yamato took off after the figure, his feet slipping on the marble ground. The figure quickly turned down an alleyway, Yamato gaining and the girl just behind him.

"Hm. Trapped. C'mon man, just pass us the purse. It's her favorite." He tried joking with the man, but the thief held her bag closer to his chest. "No… I-I need this. The rulers… They've taken everything from me. Please…" The man begged, leaving Yamato confused. The rulers would never. They love their people. "You're lying. Lillian and Magnus care for us all. They would never let someone starve." Yamato took a step towards the man, determine. "S-Stay back. I'll shoot." The man pulled out a gun, Yamato gasping in surprise. A gust of wind flashed through the alleyway, the thief's cap slipping off to reveal red short red hair. Recognition. He reminded Yamato of an old friend, one he knew before the Reckoning. He brushed the memory off, stepping towards the man with his woman's purse. "How about you put the gun down and we figure this out?" The man pointed his gun at the woman who had just gotten to the alleyway. "I-I'll shoot her. Don't come closer!" The woman screamed in surprise, Yamato leaped for the bag, putting his hand out.

A puddle of water was near them. As Yamato shot his hand out, the water followed, taking the form of sharp ice. The thief gasped as he blocked the ice with his purse. Yamato froze, flexing his hand as he felt a strange sense of power flowing through his fingers. "P-Please you can have the purse back." The man whispered, passing Yamato the bag. Yamato felt the woman stand next to him, but as he turned to give her her bag, he met two silver eyes. "Hello, Yamato. We've been waiting." The woman said the words with complete and total calm. Yamato gasped as he saw a man push her, his light, against the wall of the thief. Both white clad figures stood on each of his sides, smiling. "Well, we couldn't possibly have any witnesses of us claiming a Jumper now can we?" The man chuckled, pulling out a knife. "Which one of you wants to go first?" A broken sob left the woman's mouth as tears fell to the ground, the thief had already given up. "I know how you guys run things here. You use the darkness that He supplies you. I will ruin you two." The thief said with a shaky voice. Yamato screamed "No! Leave them alone. They've done nothing. If you want me, you can have me." Magnus smirked, grabbing the woman's wrists as he raised his knife. He swung it down, Yamato raised his hand, screaming her name, "Mimi!", and closed his eyes, willing his newfound ability to help him.

Silence. That's what Yamato heard. Her screams had stopped, the thief no longer threatening to expose the crown. "What a turn of events." Magnus stated, turning away from the now empty wall towards Lillian and Yamato. "Now, back to the palace." Yamato went with them, shaking from knowing he had lost her.

They climbed the steps of the Marble Palace, his blue eyes darting around as he took in his surroundings. The cousins led him to a chamber, a dark, cold chamber. "You see, Yamato. Your kind is very rare and we have only heard rumors of you." Magnus said, locking the door behind him. Lillian had not followed. "My kind? I don't know what you're talking about." Yamato said confused, staring at his hands from time to time, trying to remember the events of the night. What could Magnus want with him? He was just normal. "yes, you're kind. The kind who have abilities. Lillian and I need your assistance to do what us royals cannot. And to do this," Magnus chained him to the center of the room, his hands weighed to the ground, "We must have total control. This can only be done in one way." The last thing Yamato remembered was Magnus raising his dagger and slowly slicing through his back, chanting words he did not understand. The warm liquid dripped down his body onto the floor, sticking to his clothes. He screamed. The blade burned the deeper it dug. Slow. Pain. Sweat formed on his forehead as he arched his back, reflexively trying to escape the blade of Magnus. Magnus continued his chanting, pulling his dagger out. His blood was dripping onto the marbled floor below, the only thing light about this chamber, its red tint harsh against the white of the floor. He felt himself fading. Too much blood. He was losing too much blood. He whispered her name, remembered what he could of her face as he blacked out. "Mimi… Mimi… Mimi…"

-End of flashback-

Yamato didn't know much about the cut Magnus had given him that much, all he knew is that it had bound him to him in some type of way. His thoughts were never his own anymore, just commands from the ruthless rulers. "What did you need me for today, your majesty." Yamato hated the man in front of him. Hated how he stole his happiness. "Yamato, call me Magnus please. Today I need you to take care of a little something on the Northside. I have heard rumors that townspeople have been thinking of rebellion. You are to shut it down." Magnus was smirking, excited. "Yes… Magnus. I will do my best." Yamato turned to walk out of the palace. "Oh. And Yamato? Do not hesitate to use force, will you." He could hear the smirk on his words. Magnus meant Yamato should kill to get the point across that rebellions would not be tolerated. Though Yamato did not believe in bloodshed, he had no choice over his own actions anymore.

Yamato stopped by his room, staring at what he had become in the mirror. He wore the color of the crown, stark white. He sheathed a sword and a single dagger, hoping he wouldn't have to use them, but knowing his white uniform would soon be a deep red. He took a final deep breath, leaving and making his way to the Northside.

Author's Note:

Hello readers! I hope some of you have made it this far and have enjoyed this. I have recently been in a fantasy mood, meaning the book is I have been reading are fantasy! They're great. Anyway, I was randomly inspired to write a story of my own with a touch of fantasy.

Please let me know how you guys are liking the story and if you have any questions. Thank you so much and happy readings to you all!