This is just the flashback of what happened to Lisanna and Natsu, it's a more detailed depiction of their capture that I wrote for Continued Life of a Dragonslayer, I decided to make it into its own standalone mini-chapter for this story, with a few minor changes to make it fit better.

Unknown Facility, Fiore

Agent Salamander groaned softly as he awoke from his drug-induced slumber, he groggily looked around and took in his surroundings.

"Fuck…" He muttered as his vision sharpened and his recent memories flooded back, he sat up fully, now completely alert and taking in all the sounds around him.

He spotted a table with his equipment on it. "Damn I don't have any picks on me, gotta try and burn my way through it." He tried to ignite his wrists to melt his restraints only for nothing to happen, not even an ember, it felt as if his magic had turned to the consistency of thick slime inside of him. "Fucking hell… I'm in a Magic Suppression Field."

"That you are." Came a rough male voice to his left, a man of medium height and build stepped out from the shadows. "Once we realised we were dealing with Agents we activated our facility's MSF."

The tied-up Agent remained silent as he observed his captor, noting that he isn't that high up and seems to just be a goon who is supposed to keep watch over him.

"Oh? Not talking anymore? A pity and here I was hoping I could get a reason to cut your tongue out." The man taunted as he moved to the pinkette, standing in front of him and drawing a Bowie knife that had blood on it, from the smell of it the blood was Sal's own.

"Where am I?" Salamander asked slowly and calmly as he put tension on the restraints.

"Shouldn't you be asking where your partner is?" The man taunted.

"One problem at a time… I'll find her soon enough."

"Oh, will you now? Just how do you plan on doing that? You have no magic at all, cunt." The man said as he waved the knife in front of the agent, unaware of the danger he was in.

A small grin spread across Natsu's face as he chuckled quietly. "You know, you really should have had more men watching me, you would've liked the backup." In an instant the pinkette wrenched his arms apart, snapping the bindings and rising from the seat at the same time, he quickly disarmed the guard and put the knife into his chest, making sure to miss the heart but to sink the knife into a major artery.

The man fell back and coughed. "What… How?"

"You underestimated me. Now tell me where to find my partner?"

"She… she is *cough* in the other cell block, entertaining the men." A wicked grin grew on the thug's face. "She has one damn fine body…"

"Grraah!" The agent angrily wrenched the knife out of the man's chest and buried it into his face, the knife passed right through and hit the medulla oblongata, killing the man instantly.

"I've got to contact command, hopefully, they know what has happened." He murmured as he calmed himself down. He rose up and walked over to the bench that has his gear on it, removing what was left of his restraints as he crossed the room.

"Tac-com check." He strapped the slim forearm mounted computer to his arm. "My Glock 20 and 29, their ammo and the rest of the equipment on the belt." He grabbed the belt and checked the pockets, happy that none of the ammo and tech/gadgets had been removed, he put it on and checked his main sidearm and his backup subcompact sidearm, noting that they had full mags. He put on the non-verbal throat mic and the earpiece and activated them with his Tac-com.

"Command? This is Agent Salamander, Agent Demon are you there?"

"Agent Salamander! Natsu! Agent Demon here, it's good to hear your voice, you and Agent Soul went dark 8 hours ago." Came the female voice of Agent Demon.

"I know… I'm sorry Demon… We were captured, they have your sister in another cell block, must be in some kind of run-down prison, you won't like what I have to tell you next."

"Natsu… What happened to my sister? What happened to little Lisanna?! Activate your contacts!"

Natsu reached down and tapped on his Tac-com, activating the visual link on his contacts so his handler can see what he sees.

"Mira… this bloke." Agent Salamander knelt down next to the dead body of the thug. "He said that Soul, that Lis was 'Entertaining the men'…"

A struggle and muffled voices came across the comms, soon after the voice of an old wise man came through clearly.

"Agent Salamander. It's Director Makarov, I've taken over for Agent Demon as your handler for this mission as she is currently not fit to do her job." There was a pause as the sounds of struggle grew even louder and could easily be heard in the background. "Someone take her home before she goes ballistic and hurts someone! Don't tell Agent Beast what has happened either, we don't want either of them going on a rampage!"

"Sir, I'm not leaving her behind."

"I don't expect you to Agent Salamander, I've sent you backup, agents Knight and Blizzard, or as you call him Frosty…" The pinkette grinned at the name, knowing that he had to change his codename to Frosty after a bet he had lost a few days previously. "Are on their way to your position."

"Sir, there is an MSF in the area, advise them to eliminate the device ASAP."

"Noted. You have your orders Agent, make sure you bring her back alive."

"Affirmative." The Agent shook loose the last vestiges of drowsiness and made his way to the exit. "I'm coming Lis, don't worry…" Sal mumbled to himself. He took a deep breath and kicked the door, breaking it off the hinges and sending it flying into the wall opposite the room, crushing a thug under the weight of the reinforced door. The salmon-haired man quickly exited and swept his main pistol up then down the hall, making sure it is clear before sniffing the air, hoping to catch onto a trace of the scent of his friend.

Sal silently stalked down the hallway, making sure he isn't heard by any thugs so he can get the drop on them.

A door opened to his right and a thug stepped out of the room with his back to the agent, he had a Benelli M4 shotgun strapped to his back.

"Yeah don't worry Joe, I'll get your cash tomorrow, a bet is a bet." He said as he had his head through the doorway, talking to a thug named Joe.

The pink-haired agent raised his suppressed pistol and put a bullet right through the back of the thug's head, he quickly followed the falling body into the room and dispatched two more thugs inside the room with clean headshots.

The two men slump down over a makeshift poker table, their weapons at their feet in case of emergency but they were too slow to grab them.

Salamander looked around the room for any further signs of hostiles before kneeling down and pulling off the shotgun from the goon at his feet. "You won't be needing this anymore." He holstered his pistol and placed the pouch of buckshot onto his belt and the shotgun on his back. 'Gotta get a move on Natsu… the longer you take the worse things they can do to Lis…' He muttered in his head as he pulled the first body into the room and checked the other two for any useful info or ammo.

Once he was done he slipped back out into the hallway with the shotgun at the ready, taking slow and careful breaths to stay calm and in control as he follows his partner's scent. "Salamander to Knight, what is your ETA?"

"This is Knight." Replied a kind and mature female voice. "We have just arrived and are heading to the MSF generator."

"I'm not far from Soul's position, I'll radio when I have her safe and secured."

"Copy that, Salamander." Knight replied as she and Frosty made their way into the compound. "Call if you need assistance."

Agent Salamander proceeded towards his partner, shooting any hostiles that come his way and that stand between him and his comrade.

It took only a few minutes to reach the door to the cell that his fellow agent was being held within, it was being guarded by a lone thug outside, the pinkette took the Bowie knife that he used to kill his own guard and threw it at the man's head, killing him instantly so he doesn't warn anyone inside. He quickly pressed against the wall next to the door and grabbed the handle, opening it quietly and slipping inside. He saw something he hoped would never happen.

Agent Soul was tied to a chair, she was stripped naked and was being assaulted by several thugs.

"Come here little slut! Come and suck on my dick!" One shouted as he shoved his cock down her throat, causing her to gag and cough. "Suck!"

The white-haired woman was covered in cum from her face to her toes, she was bruised and beaten, it looked like she had resisted for a long time but she was broken, even now she tries to resist but her willpower has stretched thin.

The man grabbed her hair roughly and face fucked the captured agent. "Not so powerful without your magic are you, princess!"

Click Clack

The sound went unheard by all but Lisanna whose eyes flicked to the door in fear of another man forcing himself on her, only to be greeted with the sight of her partner, frozen in shock but she could see the veins throbbing, the gears turning behind his eyes as the dark-green lightened and shifted colours.

A growl permeated the room, the sound of a predator with its prey in its sights, the pinkette's vision became blanketed in a red film of rage as the shotgun he was holding landed on the ground.

The thug with his cock down the young woman's throat noticed her attention elsewhere and turned to see what has transfixed her. "Who the fuck are you? Wait… It's the other Agent!"

The instant the thug spoke up, Agent Salamander lost himself, in a fraction of a second he had crossed the room and lifted the man up by his face, bone-cracking from the pressure imparted by his hand. "What have you done to her…?" He growled out menacingly, his eyes red with hatred.

CRACK

The thug's jaw snapped under the pressure of the agent's iron grip, the pinkette threw the man at the wall next to the door with such force that the man crashed through it, breaking the concrete and steel. He died on impact, what is left of his body hung on the wall, half inside the room and half in the hallway.

A pulse surged through his body as he tried to use his magic. It fought to be free of its prison, the other thugs in the room were frozen in shock, unable to process what happened in a matter of seconds, they were having fun with their new plaything and now one of them was dead all thanks to this pink-haired man, no monster, this pink-haired monster broke free and found them.

Natsu leapt towards the closest one, closing the distance in a split-second and landing a heavy kick to his side, sending him flying into the wall, breaking multiple bones and snapping the rest of the thugs out of their stupor.

"Fucking run!" One of them shouted, he was short and had orange hair.

"There will be no running from me…" Natsu growled as he kicked the rifle at his feet up then booted it at the thug, embedding it into his stomach. "No one will be leaving. Not until I have killed every last Fucking ONE OF YOU!" His magic surged through his body again, trying to force its way out, causing the air to heat up.

A brown hair man ran for the doorway, he trampled the orange-haired man, stepping on his arm and kicking the back of his head as he fearfully looked over his shoulder at the monster, whose arm was rising in slow motion with one of the Glocks in hand.

Bang… Bang…

Two 10mm bullets raced through the air, fired in quick succession at the fleeing man. They collided with the backs of his knees, shattering them and ensuring that he couldn't run away, only crawl.

"You think…" The pinkette's voice became eerily calm and level as he lowered the pistol and holstered it as he walked to the down brunette. "That after what I have seen…"

CRACK

Natsu had stomped on his pelvis, shattering it so the man could only drag himself. "That I'd let even one of you get away." He walked past the body and grabbed the Bowie knife from the dead thug in the doorway. Tossing it up and catching it as he slowly turned back to the thugs who had been assaulting his friend. "I'm going to teach you a lesson, it'll be the last thing you ever think of before you leave this world."

Quick as a blur, he moved about the room, punching, kicking and cutting – albeit shallow cuts – the thugs, beating them to a pulp and making them submit to his rage.

He lined up all the thugs and stripped them as bare as they had stripped Lisanna. Throwing the knife up and catching it over and over as he looked at the thugs with the utmost contempt. "Ready or not, here comes retribution."

He moved in front of the orange-haired man and plunged the knife down in a flash, cutting off his cock and balls and making the man scream in horror and unbelievable pain. He kicked the thug in the gut to shut him up and picked up the remains of the man's bloody genitals. "How about you suck on it!" He shoved them down the man's throat and made sure they were swallowed. "Good, good. Take it all."

The rest look on in fear and morbid curiosity as the thug starts to bleed out from his wound, waiting for the monster, the demon, to turn his eyes on them. Waiting for it to be their turn on the chopping block.

Fire erupts from the Agent's body, but it wasn't his usual fire, it was black and blood red, fuelled by something else. His magic seemed to slacken and backed off from trying to escape as this new outlet had appeared.

"Heh, heh, heh…" He slowly laughed menacingly as he raised a flame covered hand. "Oh, you guys are in for hell now…" He guided the fire to the bleeding man's crotch, sealing the wound shut with an agonising scream and the smell of burning flesh.

Each of the men suffered the same fate, castrated and made to eat their own genitals, then have the wound sealed with fire.

A burst of orangey-red fire flew out of his body as he slowly burns the men to ash, the screams and smoke drifted out of the room and down the hall.

Lisanna felt her magic return to normal but is too horrified by what happened to her over the many hours since they were captured to use the magic just yet.

Minutes later a scarlet haired woman and a raven-haired man entered the room, both kitted out with ballistic armour and M416 Automatic Rifles. They silently looked around the room at the devastation – the burning bodies that were well and truly dead and were turning to ash.

Frost walked over to Salamander and rested a hand on his shoulder. "We're here man, it's time to cool down, let the anger go." He snapped his fingers and instantly cooled the air, bringing it down to a comfortable temperature as Knight walked to Lisanna.

"It's ok, they can't harm you anymore." She said soothingly as she cleaned the semen off of the other agent's body. "Salamander, can you tell me what they did to her."

The pinkette calmed down with a few very deep breaths and nodded his thanks to Gray, he turned to the two females and walked over. "As far as I can smell and see, it was all on the outside, she wasn't vaginally or anally raped. Though when I found her, that one had his cock down her throat." The man threw a thumb over his shoulder, pointing to the hole in the concrete.

Agent Soul mumbled with a nod, her head hung low as tears ran down her cheeks. "They were about to do that when Natsu came in and killed them all."

"The MSF is offline and all the hostiles have been eliminated." Knight said as she released Soul from her bindings, she turned to the pinkette. "Good work, we could have lost a good agent today, two if we weren't lucky." Knight hugged Natsu briefly before requipping a towel and a bucket. "Help me get her cleaned up, clean water would help."

Agent Salamander took the bucket and held it out to Frosty who filled it with ice, the pinkette then melted the ice and brought it up to lukewarm and placed it next to Lisanna, he took the towel and started cleaning her as Erza sorted out spare clothes and gathered up Agent Soul's equipment.

"Agent Knight to Director Makarov. Sir, we found them. Everyone is accounted for and in one piece, we are coming home. Though… I think both Soul and Sal need a Psychological Evaluation…"

This was just something short, something I decided I should add to the story because it builds on Lisanna's character and it lets you know exactly what went down in the story she told Lucy, my next chapter is almost done so you'll be seeing that soon. I edited the previous chapter to change Natsu's car from a Charger to a Hemi Cuda, mainly because I decided that Chargers were overused and I like the look of the Hemi Cuda better.

I hope you all enjoyed this mini-chapter, I'll be seeing you soon with the next full chapter, see you all then! Peace and chicken grease, I'm out!