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The Emperor: Joshua White

"Kings are no more than the filth they rule. Emperors are gods."

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a character in “Desert Sonata”, as played by Royalburden

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Joshua White
CEO of White Family Food and Transport

Introduction:
The Emperor was created to dominate. She who shaped the demons themselves fashioned him a conqueror of minds, hearts, and bodies alike, but he is anything but a king.

β€œA king is merely a human who fancies himself ruler of his own filth, any rat with a stick sharp enough can be king. The emperor strives to be god among his subjects. They are after all merely the afterbirth left behind after the world was created. They know this in their heart of hearts and when you shed that pride, that independence it will show itself to be truth. They desire nothing more than to be guided at the chain by something greater. Ask any leach upon a pulpit, ask any wretch upon the street.” -Joshuah White


Joshua’s hunger lies completely in his need to dominate those around him, and many say it is also his madness and what makes him so violently dangerous. He is without a doubt a psychopath in the deepest meaning with ample vanity and self-righteousness that offers him the ability to do limitless torture to anyone who crosses him threateningly.

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Appearance:

Age: Appears in his early 30 or late 20s

Height: About 6ft

Body type: Slim yet reasonably fit, not particularly showy in the muscle area

Eyes: Dull black-ish ordinary dark eyes

Clothing: He always wears suits of varying styles but usually of bland colors like gray and black, no hat or gloves but expensive looking shoes and a wristwatch made of real silver.

Attributes: A hint of stubble on his narrow chin and the slight scent of cigarettes that clings to his clothes and skin. He's a smoker but not a heavy one and pleasantly the smell isn't awful or strong. His smile is friendly when regarding strangers and common folk, people he sees on the street, his eyes notably dull or tired looking, they only seem to liven up when he is among his subservient captives. Then they take a much more fierce and lively appearance, the dull darkness deepening to a pit of unholy pleasure.

He is a devil in dress clothes. His appearance is startling in it’s normalcy. His tired eyes and mussed black hair could be the same of some worn out business man. His speech to anyone outside his pit is relaxed, even a bit humorous, his handshakes firm and calm, however should he for a moment feel as if your bounds have been overreached his grip would tighten and his aura would carefully leak from his unassuming form. You would be inflicted with visions of your own torture, being flayed alive, starving in isolation as gradually the temperature of your room dropped to the negative digits as long slim needles are slid into the gaps of all your joints.

It’s not quite clear where precisely White’s power comes from, if perhaps he has immense strength to overpower his victims and an aura to suffocate them or if he enters the mind to plant thoughts there. Its always been the case that he’d refuse to fight if pulled to it. Even if attacked he’d simply stand there, his hands folded neatly behind him, as if waiting for a child’s tantrum to pass. He has never needed, it seems, to fight for himself as he is protected by his followers both near and far.


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Abilities & Strengths:

Dominion-
This is his primary ability and his most powerful gift. His aura is that of utter domination and while he can’t make a slave simply by looking at them he can suppress their confidence and β€œseed” their subconscious if he’s given enough contact with them. Think of it a bit like mind control. One might do something as slight as listen to his voice on a commercial and a seed could be planted just by making them think he knows best when it comes to bringing food into the city. A seed like that dies quickly as long as that’s all you get is a brief commercial over some kind of media. The closer you get to him and the more times you see him the stronger the effect can build.

Dominion(conversational)-
The effects of his Dominion are harder to notice when speaking with him. If he doesn’t think of you as a threat, that is. Any average Joe speaking to him would get a very low dose. The result might be thinking β€œAh, what a cool guy. Wouldn’t mind sharing a drink with him.”

Dominion(antagonistic)-
This is where the pull starts. Still he wouldn’t be able to control anyone he hasn’t had long term personal connections with but when he’s annoyed, angry, or wishes you to remember just who the fuck he is his antagonistic dominion will stir. If you’re close enough to him that he could reach out and touch you, you might hallucinate as his mind attempts to seize control from the inside. It’ll try to frighten you with images of your own torture and suppress you with a feeling of intense worthlessness.

Dominion(mind control)-
(Only effects NPCs and Humans unless you specifically want otherwise) This is what happens if he’s grown an interest in you specifically. It will happen gradually over time through sessions of violence or love, or both. The more your willpower gets scraped away by torture the more he’ll be able to influence the subconscious. If your mind shatters completely he’ll gain control over your whole body, meanwhile keeping your mind in a wash of whatever emotion he feels is necessary. The people under his control are either completely unaware (they think it’s their choice and that he’s a god or leader they should die and give anything for) Or they realize they are being controlled and are so subservient that they welcome it completely.

Other Abilities:

Physical strength- He can hold his own very well with or without a weapon however he considers it demeaning to fight lesser beings and will not fight as long as he has puppets to die for him.

Mob boss level influence- He knows a man who knows a man who will get you what you want. If only you do a favor for him




Desires:
-To rule over all, both humans and demons alike and become a god himself
-To be surrounded by a multitude of subservient creatures who look to him and him alone.
-To be wanted in body, mind, and soul.



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Name: Micah
Nickname: Mouse
Age: 17
Gender: Male

Human

"Just...don't try to kill yourself in here, alright?"

Introduction: Once a sweet, gentle boy, Mouse has become rather subdued, silent almost to the point of being a mute. He does not complain of his suffering and won't admit to his torture even after a cast is put on his broken bones, even after both his eyes are removed. He's learned by now that it's easier and more beneficial to his survival to let White's voice come in to his mind. To convince himself that White is good and that his punishments make him stronger. He doesn't need to see anymore, seeing just gave him cause to be depressed and want to end his life. It gave him false hope and allowed him to plot escape and got him into trouble. He's better off now.

History: Joshua found this boy very early on when he arrived in the city long before he became a CEO. Micah was a street urchin back then, humble, kind, and despite the stereotype of the homeless, very happy. On winter nights even though it was tough for him and his small group of kids to survive, deep in the heart of the city there were nooks and crannies in the old districts that were buzzing with energy from generators and pipes and everything that kept the city alive above them. They would hole up there. Even after the world became a desert the nights would still be below freezing though no snow would ever fall. He took a liking to Joshua White, drawn in by his natural kind nature. The man would visit them in his business man attire and feed them all hand made sandwiches and hot soup from a canteen mug. Back then he could have never guessed that such a kind gesture would end with him being eyeless and chained up like a dog.

So begins...

The Emperor: Joshua White's Story

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Xianata Character Portrait: Tommy Blackwheat

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Joshua returned just as the heat of the water started to ebb away. He was in casual clothes for once, a loose button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of faded jeans and he carried a box filled with gauze, bindings, and tape. He got Ronan out of the bath and sat him on the stool once more to wrap him in one towel and dab him dry with the other. It seemed Ronan was lucky this time Joshua showed no interest in molesting him. He only took the time to make sure all of his wounds were clean and that he hadn’t missed a spot during the cleaning.

β€œAs a hunter of demons I assume you know how to fight pretty well.” He said calmly dabbing the towel over Ronan’s wounds being careful not to tear them open. He dried Ronan’s hair and smiled at him, charismatically marveling at Ronan’s looks again. He caught a good one. β€œEventually I intend to train you my own way. No one fights better than my force at hand to hand combat, it’s why you couldn’t touch me in that cage you know. If you had a gun no doubt you’d have shot me dead in no time. I’ll have you train with my strongest berserker eventually. You’d do good to absorb everything he has to teach you. Who knows you might actually get a hit in next time we fight.”


Joshua went on to patch Ronan up taping gauze over the biggest wounds that were still leaking blood. He treated the gauze patches with medicinal creams that would double and make sure the blood didn’t stick to the bindings. When as much of him was protected against stray dirt and infection as he could manage he wrapped bindings around his torso, arms and parts of his legs. It would have been a little tight but not impossible to breathe and the compression would have soothed some of the pain as long as he didn’t move too much. Joshua helped Ronan to the wheelchair this time urging him to use his own strength to stand and he wheeled him along to what would be his room as long as he had the wisdom to obey. The first thing Ronan would notice was the bed. It looked like something you’d find at a nice hotel. Thick soft mattress with enough sheets and blankets to ensure warmth even on the coldest of nights. There were four pillows, two of which were stuffed with feathers while the others were your regular cotton. He had a desk with writing utensils and a notebook and a metal lamp with directional lighting. It seemed to be one of those flexible ones you could twist into whatever shape is convenient for positioning. There was no computer and no phone or communicator in any way just a shelf full of books. It seemed to be made up of classical novels from all the known genres, and a book of maps. There was a giant dresser cabinet full of clothes roughly Ronan’s size all with varying formality in design and in a general sense, plain.

Josh brought Ronan next to the bed and crouched beneath it to pull out a long trailing chain. This chain was at least twice the length of the one that had kept him in the cage and a quite a bit heavier and it seemed this one would serve the same purpose. He attached it to Ronan’s collar and smiled. β€œYou’re free to make this room your own. I’ve got cameras and sensors to keep an eye on you, even had to invest in a heartrate monitor thanks to your incessant desire to kill yourself. Mouse will be the one to feed you and if you learn civility we can carry on to your training and be done with this obedience crap. If you attempt suicide again I’m going to lop off a piece of you and throw you on the rack. You will not succeed. Let Mouse be your model for how bad shit can get for you if you don’t learn quickly.”


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Thomas’ crow cawed appreciatively, fluttering its wings as it settled on Xia’s wrist. β€œHahah look at that he likes you. Usually he just pecks people till they give him what he wants. Did you really summon all that?”

The crow shook its head and wet its beak in the cup splashing the water like a songbird in a bird bath. Thomas grinned warmly and thrust a hand out to shake. β€œThomas H Blackwheat at your service. You can call me Tom, Thomas, but never call me Tommy. Bandit, future pirate, and excellent party guest. Let’s see this fantastic secret place of yours”

Tom stepped back and expanded his wings to full span. They reached out from his back and thrust down once, twice, three times before he started to take off. β€œCome on! Let’s see how fast you can be!” He crossed his arms daringly and winked down at her before tilting his wings and riding the current forward. In a few more thrusts he soared across the sky. His crow called out loudly and took off after him.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe

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Reyna fell asleep believing it was a dream, that there was no way someone could actually want her around, in their city in no less. When she awoke in a large bed, alone, Reyna was terribly confused. She sat up, the blanket falling off of her. Reyna jumped from the bed and onto the ground, she had to use the bathroom, but she had a rule of not going in the living space. Thankfully, the same man from yesterday with the clipboard entered. "Follow me," he instructed, taking Reyna to the bathroom. "You can't stay!" She pushed him out and closed the door. Thankfully, she remembered how to use the toilet.

When Reyna finished, the man returned, fixing Reyna with a look. The same girls from yesterday came and attacked, brushing her hair, teeth, and forcing her into a new set of clothes. When it was over she was given a scritch behind the ears, even though she had bit one of the girl's dresses and managed to tear off the sleeve. "Is Reyna a good girl?" She asked and the man with the clipboard nodded his head. "Yes, now come with me if you'd like to eat." Reyna followed after him, but he stopped. "Two legs," Reyna growled, "baby steps." She followed along after him, her tail swishing in delight as they reached the dining room. "Where is master Ura?" Reyna asked, seeing as how she wasn't there.

"The Mistress has much work she has to attend to and you'll just serve as a distraction. You're free to run around town as you please until then," food was set in front of her. There were eggs, bacon, buttered rolls, freshly squeezed juice. "Can Reyna eat this?" She asked, thoroughly confused by the strange looking offering. The man nodded his head and Reyna looked down, then gobbled it up, wolfing the food down. He frowned and Reyna could tell he was criticizing her. He sighed and shook his head, "The Mistress has quite a strange taste in pets." He put his clipboard down, picking up a napkin and wiping around Reyna's mouth. The beast growled, she didn't like it when others touched her, but he scritched behind her ears, finishing up and picking his clipboard up. "Can Reyna find Master?" The girl asked, tail swishing but the man shook his head. "Mistress Urara is very busy, later." Reyna frowned, getting off of the chair and going to explore the halls, ending up in the room they had called her's. She knelt in front of the pile of stuffed animals, yipping and running around to the other wall and back.

"Oh yes, Reyna has so many new friends." She lay on her back, feet in the air, rubbing her back against the carpet. "What should Reyna name you all?" She sat on her hind, tail swishing. "Bunbun, Beary, Roar," Once she was satisfied, Reyna jumped onto the bed, circling a few times and sitting. She could wait here for Master, surely Urara would appear soon and call her a good girl. What if Urara was dead? What if she had woken up and someone took her? Suddenly panicked, Reyna jumped off of the bed and put her nose to the ground, tail up as she looked for her Master.

Out the door, down the hall, around the corner, and there! Reyna scratched at the door, sitting on her knees as she waited. No one came. She scratched again, growling. Finally, the door opened and a man glared at her. Reyna pushed past him and ran up to Urara. "Oh good Master! Reyna is so glad Master isn't dead!" She plopped down by Urara's side, rubbing her side against Urara's legs in affection. The fox was glad to see Urara in one piece, this strange man hadn't hurt her, it seemed.


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The pain ebbed away as he sat still in the tub, the water slowly going cold. Joshua White returned, helping Ronan from the bath. His thoughts became more organized, his limbs more his own. He hated his sudden dependence on this man to move him and the very action of standing, of putting weight on his legs caused agonizing pain. When he finally reached the stool he was panting, breathing hard from the effort of moving with such a wound. Joshua continued to tending to him, drying Ronan off and dabbing around the wound with a towel. He finished it off with by wrapping Ronan's torso in bandages in such a way that made him gasp in pain once more. He said something about training, mentioning how Ronan was a demon hunter. That's right, it was Ronan's job to kill men like this. "You've got quite the bounty over your head." Ronan managed to slur, "I'd be rich if I killed you now." He could hardly move though and any move he would try to make would be clumsy, it wouldn't even be worth it.

White mentioned training him, did he think Ronan was a dog? Sit, stay, bark, those were all the commands he would try to instill in him, wouldn't he? There was no way Ronan was going to be brainwashed by a man like this. Joshua White could continue cutting into his flesh, tearing him limb from limb, Ronan would never listen, he would never allow his body and mind to become the tool of a corrupt emperor. "I'll never obey you," his senses were his once more.

Then he was moved again to the wheelchair, nakedly wheeled down the hall to a room. Joshua was talking to him, but it was hard to remember to breathe much less hear what this guy was saying. They arrived at a room that made Ronan blink twice; no more cages? There was still a chain of course, this one longer and heavier. It was connected to the collar he was wearing and he glared, he was explaining that there were cameras to watch him and suddenly Ronan was very self conscious of his nudity, even worse, remembering how he had simply let White take off his boxers. He looked away, not wanting the Emperor to see his vulnerability.

He warned him to not try to kill himself, to use Mouse as a model for what would happen if he did. "You son of a bitch you hurt an innocent kid that just wanted so save himself from the likes of you!" It wasn't a question, it was a growl. He tried to lunge, but ended up staggering and falling pathetically to the ground, he groaned, his stomach not liking that action. By the time Ronan managed to get back to his feet, White was gone. Ronan limped to the closet, grabbing out a new pair of boxers and pulling them on. He sat the desk, the chain weighing him down. Ronan flipped the empty journal open, starting from a page in the middle in case someone tried to look in it, not exactly foolproof, but enough that they wouldn't think he was doing anything.

I will never become his pawn.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe

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Joshua left Ronan in his new room and his gaze became sullen and distant.

"You son of a bitch you hurt an innocent kid that just wanted so save himself from the likes of you!"


He had been desperate. His mind on the brink of shattering from the pull of Josh’s mind tricks and the pain of what he’d done to him. It had become a regular thing, him lumbering into the bedroom while Mouse had been tied down. Forcing himself on him painfully and ruthlessly as he caressed Mouse’s small trembling frame with gentle hands. Those hands. Joshua looked down at his hands remembering how the pills fell between his fingers feeling them hit the mattress like bullet casings. Mouse had been curled up on the bed, gaze distant and faded as his lashes laced gracefully. He hadn’t been breathing. Josh could tell that at a glance and by the way the light on his collar blinked wildly sending a signal to the communicator in his pocket. His mind turned off at that point. He’d lifted mouse, and marveled distantly at how light he was. Had he always been so easy to carry? Did he always fit in his arms so perfectly. He’ll never forget the way his head lolled limply, his lip quivering slightly as his body made efforts to figure out what to do with all the chemicals set in his stomach. Dissolving like a fuse to a toxic bomb. Joshua set him in the bath and stuck two fingers in the boy’s throat, growling for him to throw up, to get it all up.

β€œCome on. Come on, Mouse. Get it out!” His mind was white, his hands shaking so badly he half wondered if he was having a fit or a seizure.

Mouse’s body responded in the end and a torrent of pills left his body. Vomit was everywhere but Mouse stirred, trembling and coughing. Joshua held Mouse close to him, holding him uncaring of the bile stains that covered his shirt.

β€œI see. I see now. The world is poisoning you. I understand. I’ll fix it. I’ll make it so you’ll never have to see what pains you ever again. I’ll make it right Mouse. I won’t let it hurt you. It keeps making you think these things, the outside world. Freedom is hurting you and giving you awful ideas of escape.”

Joshua barely gave mouse the opportunity to ingest what had happened or where he was. He opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors meant to cut bandaging and took Mouse by the hair. β€œI’ll make it so you can’t see that painful hope again. You’ll be happy with me I swear it. You’ll thank me in time.”

With that he dug the scissors into Mouse’s eyes, disregarding his desperate screams, his wishes for death and mercy. Mouse’s mind broke and broke again as Josh twisted and wrenched each eye out and cut the nerve.

Josh snapped out of his revere as Mouse appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. He didn’t face him but Josh could tell he was watching with his ears, listening and waiting for something. He turned and disappeared back into the kitchen and Josh turned and went to the bedroom. He didn’t feel much in the mood to call Mouse to entertain him at the moment. There was a sickness in his stomach that killed any hope of physical excitement. A confusion like a knot of wires danced at the edge of his mind. Just out of reach of his comprehension. It whispered questions to him. Questions he knew that if he considered would rub away at his stone. The stone of his security and his sanity. Why did Mouse want to die so badly? Why can’t he make Mouse smile? Why does Ronan fight so hard? He fights more than any other slave he owns. Isn’t it their nature to follow? Wasn’t he destined to be in control?

β€œAAAAAGH!” Joshua lost his temper quick and without warning. He shoved a decorative table with a vase with such ferocity the vase shattered and the table broke. He cried out and snarled in anguish stomping on the wooden legs till each snapped and took the remains and smashed them on the floor with all his strength. β€˜Fucking Ronan. He’s nothing but a centipede, and I’m going to turn him into a worm by plucking each and every leg off one by one. How dare he?!’

Characters Present

Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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Reyna was incredibly happy that Urara was not dead. Ura wasn't doing well though, she was chained up, unable to move aside from being able to sign the occasional paper that came her way. "Reyna will save Master!" The fox sat up, biting into the metal cuffs. Something whacked her on the head and she fell back, head spinning. She growled at the man who had assaulted her with a bundled up paper. "Reyna will protect Ura," she growled, biting the Minister's pants. His expression became amused, he kicked Reyna away, continuing his lecture on sticks. Sticks weren't good for much, except maybe building shelters and using as slingshots and yet these humans seemed to fear them. Maybe they were running out of sticks? That would be troublesome.

Reyna circled Urara's chair, wondering how she could get Master out. She went on twos, then fours, then sat on her hind near Urara's legs, tail swishing in thought. The Minister continued his lecture, not seeming to mind the fox plotting their leader's escape. She was momentarily distracted by the passing of secretary scritching behind her ears but once the woman was gone Reyna was back in action. She bit into the cuffs again, the metal tasting terrible and hurting her teeth but Reyna gnawed, careful not to hurt Master's hands. The Minister noticed, whacking Reyna on the head again. Her ears twitched, she growled and he kicked her away. "No," he said before composing himself and mentioning something about trade and commerce.

"Reyna will not let Master Urara die." She yipped, causing the few other people in the room to chuckle. The Minister gave her a curious look and stepped forward, reaching out. Reyna growled, fully prepared to bite but the Minister scratched her behind the ears. She became a pile of purrs and wriggling in pleasure, her tail swishing as he continued speaking. It took a bit for Reyna to realize what he was doing, it was hard to come out of it though. Finally, Reyna extracted herself from underneath his hand and went back to Urara, this time biting through one of the cuffs she had been working on. Now that she was determined it didn't take that much long for the others. Reyna stood on twos, grabbing Urara's wrist and running through the door. Once they were out, she went back on fours. "Hurry Master!"

They went out the door, Reyna ran down the steps, looking back to make sure that Urara was coming. She tripped, tumbling over something, or rather, someone, her tail somehow becoming tangled in his belt. "Reyna is trapped! Run Master! Reyna will protect you!" She couldn't move much, it hurt her tail to try and wriggle out of the trap.


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Pain was bittersweet. It freed his mind, guided his actions as he scribbled furiously about everything from the color of the sky that day to what had happened that had led him to this point. His words were vivid, painting bright pictures of everything that had happened. His mind was his once more and he'd take every opportunity to ensure it was all recorded. Someday, someone would read this and they would know the truth. That White City was built on the foundation of Joshua White enslaving those who were unsuspecting of his ways. Innocent Mouse, Ronan thought of him a lot. He described the condition the boy was in, the way he hid beneath the blind fold like a shield to hide himself against sights he could never, would never see again. There were noises coming from the other room, it almost sounded like a scuffle, but Ronan didn't react. Probably that idiot ruling throwing a temper tantrum.

His hand hurt from writing, his head was spinning and his breathing shallow. Ronan groaned as he stood, straightening. He managed to get to the bed before collapsing, curling up in a pile of pain. When it passed he slowly lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He debated sleep, knowing it would bring on nightmares, endless images of his family's death. Ronan was tired though, physically and mentally exhausted from a day of torture. The bed was soft, inviting, the sheets a welcome vacation from hard cell floors and bloody knives. Ronan shivered, remembering the feel of being butchered alive beneath a blade that cut beneath his skin like butter. The bandages were tight, somehow alleviating a bit of the pain, but not giving him much room to breathe.

Ronan eventually went beneath the blanket, he had turned the light off sometimes between staring into space but Ronan couldn't remember when. He couldn't sleep knowing someone was watching his every move, looking for the rise and fall of his chest, of any sign of life. What if he held his breath? Would someone be alerted? He was tempted to test out the limits of this system, but Ronan had been through enough torture tonight, besides, he wanted to keep his eyes, he'd need them if he wanted to continue writing. Death could come later, for now, Ronan needed to tell someone somehow. If there was someway to contact one of the other rulers, tell them what was going on, then maybe he had a chance. He could prevent other innocents from falling into White's clutches, stop the slave trade.

Unless they were in on it too. The thought made his blood boil, the fact that these rulers who had promised to protect their people would snatch up unsuspecting children and train them for a lifetime of servitude. Ronan's hands clenched into fists, sending ripples of pain through his body that made him stop. Shouldn't the pain fade already? He thought back to the bath with the pain killers in it, then before that. His spine tingled, cheeks turning bright red. White could have taken advantage of him in his drug addled daze and yet he had been weirdly gentle, wrapping Ronan's wounds up as though he actually cared. Ronan touched the bite on his shoulder; there would be a permanent mark there, which is probably what the lunatic wanted, some sort of mark as proof of property. "Tch, stupid man" he muttered, wrapping the blanket tighter around him.

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Urara didn't leave Reyna, she untangled the fox's tail from the man's belt and shot them into the desert, only, the man came with them. When they stopped and the oasis wasn't there, Reyna's expression fell. "What if Mittens doesn't want Reyna to visit?" She asked, turning to Urara in distress. In truth the oasis would only reveal itself to those who were alone and wandering without aim. Her tail drooped as she sat beside Urara, looking out at the ocean of sand that rose and dipped in waves disappearing on all sides. "What if Mittens is mad at Reyna!" The fox worried, looking up at Urara. Suddenly she got mad and Reyna paced the space in front of Urara. "Reyna doesn't need Mittens, Reyna has Master." She rubbed up against Urara's legs lovingly, her ears twitching as she heard something.

Urara turned and Reyna looked after, seeing the man who had been stuck on her tail. Reyna hissed, jumping between the two defensively. "Reyna will protect Master Ura," she hissed at the figure on the floor. He was dirty, his white hair close to a sad brown, odd clothing decorating his body. Was he a demon? Is that how he had followed them? Reyna noticed the man wasn't moving, he was as still as a corpse. "Reyna thinks the stranger is dead." She sniffed him, her nose wrinkling at the terrible smell that came off of him. He certainly smelled like a dead body.


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Ronan clambered back onto the bed, pulling the blanket over him. Sleep came easy then, a sort of drifting that made him feel almost as though he were flying. How nice that would have been, to sprout wings and break through the window, untouchable, uncatchable, just him and the wind, causing his eyes to tear up, rifling through his blonde hair. Yes that would have been glorious. Perhaps that's what Wesley did now that he was an angel, zipping between clouds, hugging the land with the curvature of his tiny body that would never grow old. When Ronan finally awoke the next morning, he felt rested. It was odd being able to sleep in, having no bags underneath his eyes. His stomach growled, but Ronan had a feeling he wouldn't be getting any food. A body could go about a month without food and three days without water.

He rolled out of bed, the wounds still hurting. Ronan set at the desk chair, opening up the notebook. He would not get dressed, not touch anything except the essentials. He wrote in code, making it seem as though he were just logging a dream rather than formulating a plan to get the word out about White and then kill himself so he wouldn't have to serve under this man. Ronan would rather die than become like Mouse, so weak willed that the very thought of betraying White made him break down. Ronan's hand clenched into a fist, the pencil snapping in half. He cursed, sharpening both ends to make it into two new pencils. There was no time to erase, he would scratch out words, writing down every thought that crossed his mind.

He had a fierceness like fire, a ferocity that seemed to swallow one whole. How do people follow his commands? Does Joshua White have some sort of manipulating power? Is he a demon too? And why does he allow his citizens to live so peacefully and yet tortures the slaves in his own home? A hypocrite, that's what this demon is. He is the worst kind of scum, taking innocent lives, breaking innocent children. I will not bend to his will, I will not become another puppet for him to master until the threads ware and break.

Ronan's eyes turned red as he wrote, his breathing became labored as pain filled his body. It was becoming unbearable, the last of the pain medicine from the bath wearing off. The pencil broke once more in his hand and Ronan doubled over, clutching his stomach. He could feel a heave and scrambled out of the chair to lean over the wastebasket, bile rising from his stomach. He lay on the ground, writhing in pain and discomfort. He bit down on his tongue to keep from crying out. Ronan would not show weakness, he was strong, he could take this. Dots danced in his vision, a tune weaving in and out of his mind. He panted, tugging at the collar around his neck as though he couldn't breathe, trying anything to get air into his lungs.

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Ronan truly believed he was dying, the pain was intense, wrapping around his entire middle and crippling him. There was blood dripping from his mouth, pooling onto the cold wooden floor. His eyes were wide, still red as he clawed at his chest, every breath like fire burning in his lungs. Would he finally get to taste the sweet death he craved? Would he finally be allowed to see his family again? The thought made him stop struggling, yes here was no point in fighting a battle he didn't want to win. At the same time though, it was terrifying, the thought of his worthless life finally ending. What was death like? He wondered. Would he be allowed to reconnect with his lost loved ones? Or would some unknown deity make him pay for the sins he had committed on earth? Ronan had done it all in the name of the betterment of humanity.

And he smiled, red eyes fading to blue as the fight left his body, head tilting back, eyes open but unseeing. He stilled, becoming motionless, hands going limp at his sides, the smile gone. Someone came in, banging and cursing, pushing things around, tugging at the collar around his neck. It came off with a simple motion, so easy it was almost laughable. Hands grabbed at his head, moving it in a way that made breathing just a tiny bit easier. It had bought Joshua White time enough to get the morphine, stabbing it into the boy's arm.

He gasped, the pain that made it impossible to breathe quickly giving way to open airways. He spluttered, back arching, hands clawing at his chest once more, leaving scratch marks. Ronan coughed, life coming back to his eyes, ability to see restored. It wasn't a permanent fix, hinting at something further but it was enough to bring him back for the time being. He curled into a ball on his side, coughing up blood from his lungs as Joshua White continued to curse him out. A flicker of red passed through his eyes at the mention of his brother. Ronan sat up, head spinning, breathing hard. He grabbed White's shirt, pulling the man down. "Don't talk about him like that." He growled and let go, falling back to the floor once more. "You c-can insult me a-all you l-like but d-don't ever mention Wesley a-again." Something occurred to him in that moment and Ronan looked up, eyes narrowing.

"H-how do you know about that?" He was still panting. It felt as though fists were wrapping around his lungs, making it terribly hard to intake air. Ronan had always had trouble breathing as a child, his parents had thought he would outgrow the issue and for the most part it disappeared. Time from time though, it would resurface, nearly killing him quite a few times when he was alone in the desert. No one had ever been able to figure it out though.

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β€œHow could I not know?” Joshua replied, smiling around his cancer stick. He blew a plume of smoke into Ronan’s face and straightened his shirt.
β€œI own you, that means I own your future and your past. Didn’t know the brat had a name though. Took me quite some time to clean up that mess and silence the witnesses. Worth every penny though.”

He smirked thinking back to the demon, a seedy cannibal hit man with a taste for the other white meat. He had always been known of as a ghost that was good for erasing names from a certain kind of list. β€œHow do you think I got the idea to trap you with that child doll hmm? Coincidence? Lucky guess? I’m the one that made the fucker disappear from your radar.”

"You!" Ronan coughed, the smell of smoke assulting his senses. He had always hated cigarettes, his dad used to smoke them and would often put them out on the couch, leaving singe marks on the piece of furniture they all sat on together on. "I am not.... your toy!" Why was it so hard? Why did his lungs always do this at the worst time? Ronan's head was spinning as though he were on a carnival ride, nausea rising in his stomach again. "I'll kill you for that!" He tried to strike out, but his movements were weak, his attempts to strangle feeble. He fell forward onto his knees once more, speckles of blood decorating the floor.

So this man, Joshua White, was the one who had stolen them? What was this? Some sort of sick game? Had Ronan been running in this man's maze since the start of his life? He shook with anger, or perhaps from the morphine, and tried to get up again. He went in for another swing, the morphine making him slow and clumsy. He fell back towards the bed, sinking to the floor once more. Ronan's eyes were red, his fury tampered by the drugs.

Joshua watched this episode with mild curiosity, not even bothering to dodge his blows. He glanced down at the discarded collar on the ground and smirked. He pointed at Ronan with the cigarette. "Those eyes. That's what drew me in. I heard rumors you were part demon because of them, imagine that...but...you barely have the strength to throw a punch after a few scratches and a bite wound. You'd disappoint hell itself." He chuckled.

[color=#3B240B]"Tell you what. I'll give you your murderer exactly how you want him someday. If I feel you've deserved it. I think it'd be fun to see your pitiful display as your morality collapses on itself. You're all hypocrites when it comes down to it."
He sighed and got up off the floor. He glanced at the blood staining the wood and the carpet. "You'll be cleaning all this tomorrow as well."

He picked up the collar and grabbed Ronan by the hair so he could put it back on. "Think of it this way. I'm actually trying to make you stronger, Ronan. When you face him, you'll actually be able to look him in the eye and say you did something to get there besides flop about and cry like a pitiful rat."

"No one is crying!" Ronan growled, getting a scratch in. His eyes blazed with the ferocity of the sun, practically glowing in the darkness. If he ever got out of here, Ronan was going to make it a habit to wear sunglasses so no one could see his eyes. His nails drew blood and the boy grinned, the pain of his hair being pulled on hardly bothering him thanks to the morphine. "I am.... not.... a demon...!" His words were becoming few and far between. Had Joshua White been a doctor he would have recognized some concerning symptoms. The heat rippling from Ronan's body, most like a fever, the dialated pupils, trouble breathing.

Joshua grimaced slightly as blood was drawn in his forearm as Ronan dug his nails into it. He was no doctor but he knew a fever when he felt one. He snarled in annoyance and let Ronan go, lifting him up off the ground and practically tossing him into the bed. He was going to have to send his personal physician to see him in the morning. The last thing he needed was for him to die of some infection. "Sleep already all your flailing around will ruin your stitching."

Josh was not likely to sleep himself. He had to organize and make sure the search would go smoothly and be ready to answer questions by the public and most likely....surrounding cities.

Ronan yelped as he was suddenly picked up, the sound weirdly feminine. He groaned as he was tossed onto the bed, curling up on his side once more. His body quivered with the fever, a chill creeping up his spine. Ronan closed his eyes, squeezing them tight so as to block out everything. Sleep would be impossible most likely, he had to focus on breathing, if he slept there was no telling what would happen. Or maybe that was the better idea, sleep and pass peacefully, the thought of it made him excited. No one would be there to prevent it if he passed in his sleep, he wouldn't need any permission to die. "Get.... out..." Ronan managed, eyes remaining shut.

Joshua left the room and immediately called his physician waking him from his slumber with his wife. "Get up here immediately and see to my newest. He seems....ill. Fix it." He hung up and hesitated, remembering about Mouse. A frown flickered on the corner of his lips and something flickered in his gaze. He tucked his communicator away and entered the bedroom. He hesitated before crouching next to Mouse laying curled up into a ball next to the bed a blood stain on the carpet under his head. His silken cloth had slipped under his right ear and his eyelids where closed gracefully over empty sockets. Joshua swallowed and touched the side of his neck to test for a pulse. There was one, weak and fluttering. Anger flushed through him momentarily and he collected the boy into his arms, cradling him there. "Don't worry....the doc'll come and fix you right up. I-....told you not to break the rules Mouse. I told you not to." He murmured. He stood and placed Mouse on the bed, gently, fixing his cloth so it covered his eyes.

"You can't go and die on me. You tried that once before...." He muttered before chuckling brokenly. [color=#3B240B]"Can't do it."

Joshua couldn't stay in there anymore. He backed out of the room and crushed his cigarette into an ashtray his gaze vacant and lost. "What am I doing incorrectly...what am I missing?" He asked to no one. He turned as if half expecting someone to be there then resigned to waiting in his office for something to take his mind off the topic entirely.

Ronan wasn't sure how long he lay there, his breathing labored. A man came in, the snapping of gloves over hands making Ronan open one eye. He didn't recognize him "Who?" Ronan asked, slowly opening the other. "I'm going to make it a bit easier to breathe," he didn't mention the pain first as he threaded some sort of tube through Ronan's nose down his throat and into his lungs. He cursed and yelled and tried to hit the man, but the most he could do was lift his arms feebly. He taped the tube down to the side of Ronan's face, threading it behind his ear. It delivered oxygen right into his lungs, making it much easier to breathe. Ronan sighed, the feeling of relief filling his body. Ronan yelped at a sudden prickling in his upper arm, a needle. "What are you doing!" He asked, alarmed. The Doctor looked up over his glasses, hardly concerned. "This is to help you sleep." As he said it Ronan could feel sleep pulling at him, tugging from all directions. Ronan's eyes fluttered closed, he could barely hear the whisper of the door squeaking closed as the Doctor left. "Now to tend to the second one."

When he finished up with Mouse, the Doctor went to Joshua White's office, where the boss was waiting. He had disposed of his gloves in the other room, "Mouse is all patched up, you did quite a number on the poor child this time." He shook his head, knowing better than to criticise lest he wished to keep his job. "That other boy," he paused, straightening. "I'm surprised he's lived this long. There's a hole in his heart, quite literally." The Doctor adjusted his glasses, "Somehow it's been leaking blood into his lungs."

"That sounds like an awful joke, find a way to fix it, I don't know why you're still standing around like an idiot." Josh snapped, it was all a mere excuse to keep his mind off the image of Mouse bandaged like a mummy nursing countless broken bones and bruises. "How does one get a hole in their heart anyways?"

"It's a birth defect." The Doctor explained, clearly becoming nervous. "Luckily it's something I learned in med school." He shuffled off, going to the room where the boy lay, still unconscious. It began with a local anesthetic, then the insertion of a catheter through a vein in the groin slowly the tube was moved upwards towards the heart's septum, what looked to be two umbrella like disks attached to either side of the catheter. When it reached the septum, the device was pushed out of the catheter, a live X-ray above that guided the Doctor. He plugged the holes, securing it in place and ensuring that everything was firmly settled before beginning to take the catheter out. Within six months, new tissue would grow over it and the plug would never have to be replaced.

He went back to White to tell him the good new. "The procedure is complete, everything went smoothly. Currently, his lungs are being drained of excess fluid which will be done by morning. You can take the tube out then."

Josh peered down at Ronan, a little bewildered by all of this suddenly taking place. He hadn't realized he'd picked such a flawed boy to be his toy. Despite all the research he'd done on him, it was a peculiar feeling. He wondered if Mouse had some hidden defect he'd known nothing about and decided it wasn't something he wanted to consider at the moment. "He'll be able to fight once he's well, right? Say if I wanted to put him through Berserker training." The physician knew about his berserkers and the top secret training he put them through though he hadn't given the doctor the permission to actually observe the audio stimulation in action. He simply described it as. "Berserker treatment packets" It was a highly researched phenomina, studied by a secretly recruited bundle of researchers, the only few people who actually understood in detail how Josh's powers worked. They had figured out a way to refine the process that sets already mesmerized recruits to an ultra agressive state and overrules their survival instinct completely through audio manipulation and repeated treatments. The berserkers basically listened to audio recordings of Joshua's voice on the regular. That along with intense physical training.

The Doctor nodded his head, "He should be better than fine. In fact, the plug enhances the heart so if anything he'll be more durable." He showed Joshua the X-Ray of Ronan's heart before and after, "if you thought he was strong before this will boost it by at least three fold." Now that the heart didn't have to work as hard, his other extremeties would receive more blood and oxygen, making the machine that was a human body work more efficiently. "You'll have to wait forty eight hours before beginning any sort of training though." The Doctor warned, "just to be safe that the plug is secure." He pushed his glasses back over his eyes, "in about six months, tissue will have grown over it and it'll be like it was whole in the first place."

"Good." He murmured, his gaze darkening slightly. He would have plenty of time to recover, the physical training wouldn't come until he was sufficiently broken and he had plenty of games to play until that happened.

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Reyna was so happy, which was evident by the swishing of her tail. Urara hugged her, smushing their faces together in a death grip. It didn't bother the fox though, she was glad that Urara seemed to agree that they didn't need Mr. Mittens! Who needed that stupid stuffed cat! Reyna had lots of friends now. "Reyna will miss Mittens a little bit though," the Fox admitted when suddenly, the man on the ground moaned and spoke Master's name. Reyna growled, tail in the air as she assessed the threat, Urara seemed to have things under control though so she sat and waited for Urara to tell her what to do.

"Reyna says hi to Mr. Scritches," she replied, hopping up and staying beside Urara's feet like a faithful dog. Urara dug into her backpack and Reyna watched, head tilted ever so slightly. Urara brought out some sort of disc, calling it a cookie. "Yes! Reyna is very good! Yes she is," she nuzzled against Urara's legs again, taking the cookie gently from her hands and munching down on it. "Reyna likes cookies," she said, crumbs falling from her mouth and mixing with the sand below. "Reyna loves Master too," she purred, leaning into the girl. Then Urara looked up.

Reyna could sense her unease and she jumped up, growling and hissing at the birds. "Does Master not like the birds? Reyna will eat them for Master!"


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His hands were on his body, touching, exploring, violating. He was panting, breathing hard as panic made his heart thump. "Stop!" He screamed as pain ebbed and flowed wherever the hands touched. He was wearing a blindfold like Mouse and yet, Ronan could see everything. The hands whispered up his spine, a finger sticking into his mouth, causing Ronan to choke. Spit drooled over the side of his mouth, his body tied in a position where his rear was in the air. The hands ran down his spine again, pulling at his underwear.

"Don't you dare!" He growled and white hot pain stung against his cheek. He pulled against the binds, yelping as something hot struck his back, his skin sizzling with the brand of the person who was violating him. He coughed, his pants coming off again. Ronan growled and lashed out, something warm touched his skin, moving closer, dangerously closer. He struggled against it again, this time slipping an arm free. He used his hand to scratch the assailant in the face, buying enough time to slip his other arm out of the knot and punch him in the jaw. Ronan ripped off the blind fold and...



He awoke suddenly with an odd sensation in his nose, it was morning by now, Ronan was sure of it. The blonde pried his eyes open, blue orbs peeking through lids as the drugs wore off once more and allowed him to coordinate his thoughts and movements. It was easier to breathe, easier to think. He felt as though he had an odd amount of energy, almost too much and he needed to get up, needed to move. Ronan pulled against the restraints, testing their strength. He tugged again, finding them to be rather weak. "I can get out of this," he mumbled to himself. He pulled, muscles flexing, a cracking sound coming from one of the bed posts. He stopped, not wanting to make too much noise lest he attract attention to the room. He would have to think of a new way to get out... Ronan wiggled his wrist, making circles, enlarging the movements until he had loosened the strap. It took a few minutes and left his wrist raw and red, but it was out. He undid the straps on his other arm and sat up, testing out his this odd new strength. Ronan undid the ones on his ankles next and yanked on the tube in his nose.

It felt like something was poking his brain and he winced, cursing. "I'll have to make this quick," he muttered and grabbed the end with both hands, pulling. A terrible sound attempted to break free from his throat but Ronan kept it in, throwing the bloodied thing into the bin. White was smart enough to make a room with no windows. He had no sense of time, it could have been the afternoon or still the evening. There was a camera in the corner too, so it wasn't as though he could simply escape. No, it'd have to be carefully planned, nothing rash for now. Ronan was certain of one thing though, he wasn't going to break. Joshua White could tear him limb from limb, but Ronan's mind was his own and he wasn't going to crack no matter what.

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Joshua was sat leisurely in a secondary office on the ground floor of the tower. It was usually set for security watching as people meandered through the open display area which was set up like a small museum. Articles from before the rebellion and shortly after set out in display cases under moody lighting to make guests feel like they were back in time. He was watching the screens but none were set on the museum. They showed several rooms in the upper -mid floors above office rooms but below the penthouse. Mouse and Ronan where set in recovery, locked away by a series of sections separated by pay grade and security clearance. Pearl tower was enormous and held a lot of Joshua's figurative treasure from slave recovery to research labs for military use. It was a maze. Josh sat back in his chair chewing on a sandwich as he watched Ronan struggle with his bindings. "It hasn't been 48 hours yet boy, you'll ruin your condition if you exert yourself." He muttered unconcernedly.

He took his communicator out of his pocket and channeled it to a higher level security than was used for the ground floor. "Please assist the doctors in putting my boy back into bed. Tell him...he can have a snack or something if he behaves...I don't even remember when I last had him fed."

This room wasn't recognizable, some odd space in a place that made him feel all turned around. Mouse was on a bed beside him and Ronan frowned. "What the hell did that scumbag do to you?" He didn't move from the spot he was standing in. All of his plans for escape were in his notebook which was back in the room. Ronan sighed, wishing he had clothing or at least proper pajamas hanging out in just boxers wasn't exactly comfortable when you knew people were watching your every move. He went to the door, but before he could open it, someone else came in. Two someone's actually, they grabbed him by the shoulders, dragging him back to the bed. "Don't touch me!" Ronan shouted, twisting from their grip. He chopped one on the neck, their body crumpling to the ground. The other came at him, giving some sort of gutteral cry. Ronan stepped out of the way of their attack, the man running into the wall. "Well that was easy." He said, placing one hand on his hip, the other scratching his head.

Joshua watched, pleasantly amused as the doctors who'd arrived with the guards hesitated and demanded for Ronan to get back into bed. "Where on earth do you intend to go anyways. Mouse isn't in any shape to escape with you."

Mouse meanwhile stirred at the noise of conflict, swallowing sandpaper in his dry throat and attempting to assume his bearings. For the first time since Ronan had met him Mouse seemed like a typical blind kid. His hands instinctively raised, though weakly to touch his surroundings. He breathed in sharp painful gasps and held back a whimper. Mild pain relievers where being lead into a vein through a drip but it didn't seem to be helping his case. His left arm was in a cast and judging by his struggle with breathing his ribs had been broken. "Ronan? Is that you?" He asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ronan asked, he didn't comply, he didn't think Mouse could handle being separated from Joshua White's side the way he had acted just by disobeying him. Ronan was grabbed again, put in a choke hold as they dragged him to the bed and strapped him down once more, sticking him in the leg and causing him to yelp. He grumbled as the sedatives worked their way up through his veins, the Doctor would have to come back to put the tube back in his nose to drain the rest of the blood from his lungs. "Yeah, it's me." Ronan replied, pulling against the straps, albeit a bit weaker than before.

Joshua sighed, rather disappointed by the short display. He sat up in his chair and switched the channels on the screens back to the museum before leaving the room.

Mouse was not bound. He didn't need to be, he was much too submissive...and in pain to move very much. He hated being immobile, it made him feel vulnerable but he hated being in pain more and opted to stay still and breath tentatively. His voice was even softer than usual. "Did he....harm you again?" He had no clue why Ronan was there. Last he saw Ronan was about to rest for the night. His voice sounded a lot stronger though, albeit laden with sedatives.

"No, I couldn't breathe so they knocked me out." Ronan had managed to slip his hand out again. He was working on the other straps, they didn't seem to realize that something like this wouldn't hold him down now that he knew a way around it. Ronan sat up in bed, wrapping the blanket around him and facing Mouse. He remembered what White had said last night, that he was going to hurt Mouse like Wesley. Ronan's hands balled into fists. The next time he saw that man he was going to punch him right in the face, hold nothing back.

"Next time that scum tries to hurt you I'll put him out." He said through grit teeth and look directly at the camera, flipping it off.

Mouse sat up, letting out a pained noise as he did so. He turned his head roughly in the direction of Ronan. "No." He said sternly. "You have to get out of here, that means staying alive not.....ending up like me."

He lay back down unable to take it and slowly curled up into a ball. "He'll do worse, he'll always do worse than you can do to him. and he'll do it over and over and over-..." Mouse's voice broke into a quiet sob. "Don't stay in here Ronan....Get out."

At that point Joshua slammed open the door, a shit eating grin on his face. "Look who's up and about! I'll let you know right now the doctor won't be happy to see you're jumping around like that. 48 hours of rest."

Ronan frowned, "So that's what he does to you." He whispered. It wasn't a question, he could tell now, that's why Mouse was so afraid, that's why he flinched away from everyone's touch. The poor boy was being forced to lay with someone twice his size and strength. "I swear, even if I get out of here, I'll com-" the door slammed open and suddenly, the man himself was there. "Speak of the devil," Ronan muttered, certain that the bastard was listening in. "Does it look like I'm up? No one's exactly jumping for joy at your arrival."

"And yet you're so lively." Joshua continued to smile. "You should share your energy!"

He wandered over to Mouse's bed and stroked his head gently. "It's good to see you up, Mouse..." He said in a softer tone. "You had me worried."

He leaned down and planted a kiss on Mouse's head. Mouse said not a word but trembled at his every touch. He turned to Ronan, straightening up. "I had one of my cooks serve you up a little meal. You must be starving after all." A female nurse rolled in a cart with a silver platter on it. "I didn't know your preferences so I selected a classic. Grilled chicken marinated in dressing served with a side of healthy vegetables and a cup of apple sauce. Eat up for your health."

Ronan glared, he could see the obvious pain and fear in Mouse's expression, how he tensed up and tried not to move when White touched him. He had him trained like a dog and seemed to treat him no better either. Ronan's hands balled into fists again, he wanted to lash out but was biding his time, waiting. It was too predictable now, he had to strike when it was least expected like a hunter stalking its prey. There was obvious dislike, a flash of red appearing in his eyes that quickly turned back to blue as he breathed out, attempting to calm himself. He hated his eyes, always giving away his disposition. "I'm not going to eat that, knowing you it's laced with drugs." He hissed and turned away, doing the most childish and only thing he could think of. He lay on the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.

Joshua was a bit taken aback by this. "Drugs? Why would I lace your food I could have a room full of guards pin you down and drug you just as easily. Eat...or starve. I don't care. If you won't eat I'll feed you through your veins." He scoffed. He had very little patience for childish games.

Ronan was still scowling when he lifted the blanket back up, picking up the plate and angrily taking a bite of chicken. He finished it quickly, wolfing it down really. When was the last time he ate? Ronan couldn't remember. The hunters hadn't given him much besides the essential gruel and water and half of it wasn't edible. He had lost a considerable amount of weight in the past month, even the boxers he were now were loose. When Ronan finished he lay back down, groaning. How long had it been since he had, had the pleasure of a full stomach? A burp rose from his chest that he managed to let out quietly and then, it was terrible, He quickly sat up, head spinning, the food heaving from his stomach.

"That tasted much better going down," he cringed, placing the trash bin back on the floor.

"Perhaps you shouldn't wolf down food so violently after waking up from anesthesia after days of not eating." Joshua muttered. He pulled a handkerchief and tossed it in Ronan's direction. "Wipe your face."

Ronan didn't have the energy to argue after vomiting and so he wiped his face, throwing the handkerchief back at White. Ronan had stolen the fork, tucking it into the waistband of his boxers. Of course there was no knife, they were smart enough to leave that out but there had been two silver utensils and only one was still on the plate that he had placed on the other side of the bed, out of Joshua White's direct line of sight.

Joshua made a face as he folded the handkerchief and tucked it into his pocket. He'd have it sanitized later. He strode over to Ronan's bed and gestured to the bindings dangling uselessly on the handrail of the bed. "I see these where completely useless. I'll have to figure a better way to keep you still. Chains seem to do the work a lot more effectively. I'm thinking of having a new collar made for you as well should you become eligible for physical training in the future." Joshua's eyes roamed without hesitation over Ronan's slim form, lingering on his waist and groin without shame, his gaze dull and difficult to read. "That will be nice, to have you shaped into the perfect bodyguard. It's taken a long time to program a training sequence that should be effective." Joshua reached out to touch Ronan's hair. Mouse stirred in his bed, one hand gripping the bars on his bed, his knuckles white, teeth clenched. He didn't want to be there, he didn't want Ronan to be there. This shouldn't happen.

Ronan had draped an arm over his eyes, the other dangling limply beside him. "Your guards are pansies, the hunters could take them down in a minute." Ronan scoffed. Had he had backup, had he not had an affinity for flying solo, Ronan would have never gotten into this mess. With backup, he could've taken these tools down easily; Ronan was still scolding himself for his mistake. "You may as well kill me," he glared, "I'm not going to become your bodyguard." He moved his hand, inching it upwards the smallest bit to glare at Joshua. White was saying something about physical training, how he had finally found a sequence that would finally be effective. Ronan laughed, but there was no humor. White knelt down, running a hand through Ronan's hair. Ronan slapped his hand away, "Don't touch me." He growled. He could practically feel Mouses's nervous energy from where he lay, Ronan was sure that if he reached out he could feel it.

Right at the moment Ronan slapped Joshua's hand several things happened. Mouse let out a sound that was oddly similar to the yelp of a small dog and Josh struck out with a hand clenching it around Ronan's throat. He'd been flipped. "You fuck! How dare you disrespect me!" He snarled, his face twisted in rage. He clambered onto the bed kicking the food tray over and wrenching the blankets aside with a strong toss. "Someone oughtta break you in once and for all."

He grabbed at Ronan's boxers and yanked at them unceremoniously and Mouse got to his feet, yanking free of the IV drip unable to spit out the word "NO" to his master.

Ronan was oddly calm when White jumped on top of him. He grabbed at his boxers, pulling them off. Ronan felt his hand closing around the fork, "I said... don't... touch me!" He choked out, lifting the fork to stab his enemy in the throat.

"AAGH!" White let out a short cry and his hand went to his throat as he stumbled off the hospital bed. Blood quickly spilled between his fingers pattering against the floor quietly as White stumbled and bumped up against the wall. He fumbled in his pocket and his communicator clattered to the ground. "Youuuuuuuu FUCK!" He spat, paling significantly

"F-....uck!" Blood streaked along the wall as he stumbled to the door and exited it attempting to hail one of the doctors.

Ronan was panting, he pulled a blanket over his bottom half, clutching the fork tightly in his hand. That was far too close to that nightmare, the hands on his body, touching, exploring in ways he wasn't comfortable.. Ronan shivered.

Joshua was rushed to an ER like room where his puncture wounds where looked at and the veins ruputured repaired with much care. It was a very near death for him. Ronan's strike had gone right into his carotid artery unleashing a torrent of his life's blood down his shirt. He was stitched up and had gauze taped over the wound to keep it safe from infection. He'd never been that close to death before. He chuckled slightly sitting on the table they'd operated him on, still wearing the shirt stained with his blood. He peered down at his trembling hands, curious at the high adrenaline fear he'd been forced to go through, yet pissed to high hell at the attempt made on his life.

Mouse shook like a leaf, the smell of blood thick in the air. "What did you....."

"I'm going to make that boy wish he'd died alone in that fucking room." Joshua growled to no one.

"I told you, I'm gonna get us out of here." Ronan smiled, remembering that Mouse couldn't see it. He would do it, Ronan's fists opened. He looked at the fork in his hand, his tool of salvation. No doubt they would be coming in at any moment. Ronan wasn't sure what the consequences for such actions were, but whatever it was, it was worth it.

Mouse shook his head slowly. "You should have let me....You shouldn't have...."

The door opened again and this time a new set of guards filed in, these ones bigger with deader eyes and stronger body armor. Guards like these were posted on the streets casually, ignored by the every day civilians, as if they were ghosts. It wasn't hard to guess that in a normal day they would have carried vicious looking guns but these ones had batons and tranquilizers. They swarmed Ronan and hit him abrubtly in the head with the baton before dragging him out of the room by the arms.

Ronan was brought back into the cage room. The chain locked to his collar shorter than ever, so that he was forced to keep his head low in an uncomfortable crouched position, bowing at the emty darkness. Joshua was flittin about excitedly setting up the mood, placing candles here and there around the cage. He hummed as he did so. He was dressed differently in a button down crimson shirt opened to show his thin pale torso all the way down to his comfortable looking black pants. He placed something large and silver in front of Ronan's head so that it would be the first thing he greeted upon waking up. A large robotic spider half the size of his fist. It had incredibly high detail with every joint fluid looking, each segment of the legs individually crafted and dusted in thin silicon hairs. "Wake up." He snarled tapping him lightly in the side of the head with the toe of his boot. "Get the fuck up."

Ronan groaned. When the men with the batons had come in, he knew it meant trouble, he just hadn't been sure of how much trouble. The threat was immediate, a baton over the head and Ronan was out cold, like a limp noodle. When he awoke, his hands were tied and bound, fastened once more. Ronan struggled, this time when he tried to wiggle out, the binds twisted and Ronan cried out in pain. He looked down at the tray in front of him, the metal spider glistening like a beautiful deadly work of art that Ronan somehow knew was going to spill his end. "You can use as many toys as you like, you'll never get a word."

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Fragments, clustering, breaking, shattering, raining like glass towards the ground. The sound of scratching, scattering, then darkness. A scream came from someone within the room, was that him? Did his voice sound that fragile and frail? Could his voice really break that easily? "No, no, no!" He screamed, pulling against the restraints, his heart beating so fast it felt like it would drum right through his chest. It was impossible to breathe, to think, like drowning in syrup, a thick sweet fog clogging his mind, his pours, drowning the spiders, the sound until there was nothing but a distant crackle. His eyes had turned red, blazing, searing, as though they could burn straight through anything he looked at. Hands clenched, muscles tense, it was touching him.

Hands violated his body, spiders violating his mind. Here there was no escape, no floating away to the safety of nightmares. Even nightmares were preferable to this sort of pain, even knives and needles, chains and blood. It entered him, filling his insides, taking what was his and soiling it, changing it into something else. Panic and pain, he thrashed against the bindings but couldn't move. There was no where to run, no hiding hole to burrow up inside of and wait until it was over. Something inside snapped, being torn apart like house in a tornado. Winds whipped at his insides, making him nauseous, but there was nothing to bring up. Spit and bile, his mouth tasting like dirt.

"Stop," it was feeble, weak, no power behind his words. He had no power, the scratching noise was louder taking away all will to fight. He was shaking, teeth chattering. Then it was over, he was wet and sticky but it wasn't water or blood, any other substance would have been fine. His muscles unclenched and he felt cold, a chill biting his spine, snaking its way through his system and leaving chills wherever it touched. His eyes were still red, his body raw with a pain that spoke to every muscle.

And then a laugh.

It began as almost a giggle, then rising, bubbling, eyes wide, hands shaking. He tried to hug himself but they were tied down. A hysterical laughter for a situation that was anything but humorous. The spiders crawled out, his head finally empty, but it wasn't safe, not truly. So Ronan buried himself, digging a grave and laying in it until the sweet release of death but that was something that would never come. So he waited, darkness over taking his mind, leaving behind something that was far more dangerous. Any sane bone in his body had snapped, the pieces holding him together falling off of their string, clattering to the ground like beads on concrete. A game of sorts, kicking at each other, rolling this way and that, as far away from one another as possible.

There were tears in his eyes but he was laughing, the only sound now that Joshua White had gone silent, drifting off into a dream that could only be pleasant for him. No one else could have happiness, no one else could heave peace. If Ronan wasn't allowed it, then he wouldn't let anyone else have it. His mind hoarded the fragments, desperately attempting to put them back together but it was impossible. The cracks frayed and crumbled, but he was not broken, no. He was rebuilt in a different way, the real Ronan retreating somewhere far beyond, in a place where Wesley and his parents still existed, where his Father didn't beat his Mother and his Mother didn't take it out on them. What was left behind was a shell, an empty nest of broken hopes and false dreams.

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Joshua stirred his head feeling like a jackhammer was being pressed against it. For a moment he imagined he heard whispering calling him to wakefulness and he jerked to a sitting position. He was cold and his joints ached. He rolled onto his back and pulled his boxers and pants back up where they should be. A candle clattered to the floor and extinguished there and he gradually remembered where he was. His lips curled into a smile and he looked over to Ronan whom hadn't been unlatched or moved in any way. His boxers where cast aside and a very recognizable crusty stain marred his rear. Joshua laughed quietly and stretched on the floor. "Ronan, are you still there?"

Ronan had quit laughing a while ago, he had been having a very nice conversation with the wall. "Shut up," he growled after the wall insulted him. At around the same time, White had asked him a question, but Ronan had hardly heard him. He jerked against the chains, attempting to get to the inanimate object that had insulted his brother, but the way he was chained he could hardly move and so let out a grunt instead.

"Do tell me how you enjoyed my spiders, boy." Joshua said rising to his feet. He swayed slightly and clutched his head and stood over Ronan like a looming, unkempt statue.

Ronan looked up at the man, grinning like a madman. "I ate them," He replied, eyes bright red. They hadn't faded back to their normal blue due to the fact that the normal, calm Ronan was somewhere deep inside, unreachable at the moment. In front of Joshua White was someone that looked just like him, an instinctual presence that had been brought forth out of the need to survive.

"Oh? Did you?"Joshua looked down at Ronan with newfound curiosity. He'd completely shattered his mind. Perhaps this one would be easier to control. He reached out and ruffled Ronan's hair and undid the bindings on his arms. "Is that so? Did the spiders tell you anything valuable? Did they show you strength or nurish your belly?" He asked. He leaned closer, to Ronan's ear. "Did they tell you about Wesley?"

"They tasted terrible," He shook his head. It was weird being free, his arms had gotten so used to that position that them hanging normally at his sides felt a bit odd. Ronan sat up, looking around for his discarded boxers which had somehow been torn in half and discarded outside the cage. "Like bones," he shook his head, feeling as though there were water in his ears. When White mentioned Wesley, Ronan's spine stiffened. "Do you know where he is?" Ronan looked up at the man looming over him, "I-I lost Wesley. I can't find him anywhere." He suddenly seemed terribly sad, the mad grin fading just a bit.

The smile on Joshua's face seemed to have been superglued there, almost as maddened as Ronan's was. This was.....perfect, exactly what he'd been searching for since capturing the boy. He was exactly as nature had intended. "Oooooh my dear don't worry. Wesley is quite safe. In fact....He's sent a message for you, saying how he wants you to hang in there, that the strength you need....is just around the corner." He unbound Ronan's ankles now and bent to loosen the chain that latched him to the ground and kept him on his knees.

Ronan seemed to perk up at this, "It's good that he's safe." He mumbled, testing out his legs now that they were unbound. Ronan slowly stood, everything hanging out in the open. He felt dirty, like he knew something no one else did. It still felt like there was water in his ears and he tilted his head over, patting the other side, a metal spider falling out. Ronan jumped at it like a cat at a bug, holding it in his hands. "For you," He said proudly, holding it out to Joshua White.

Joshua raised his eyebrows and held out his hand so that Ronan could drop it there. The spider crawled around wildly a moment before shutting itself down. He chuckled slightly. "You're not afraid of them. That's a first. The last victim I tried them on developed severe arachnaphobia. Tell me, Ronan will you attack me if I cut you loose right now?"

Ronan was a bit weirded out by the fact that the spider simply died in Joshua's hands. "Aren't I already loose?" He asked in confusion. There was only one chain on him now, attached to the collar. It was pretty short, so he could really only stand/sit in one place. "That's stupid," he said, giving no real answer. It wasn't apparently obvious as to what he was speaking about either, he could have been talking to the wall again.

Joshua wasn't entirely sure to make of it. He didn't mind however and unlocked the chain from the floor holding the other end, just in case. He remembered how Ronan had stabbed him with the fork he wasn't about to give him complete freedom right off the bat. "Alright, let's go then."

Ronan seemed uninterested in the fact that White had taken the other side of the leash. "Where are we going?" He asked, suddenly feeling something below. "I have to pee." He stated, legs shaking a bit from kneeling for so long.

"You'd best not piss on the floor or I'll cut it off." Joshua growled pushing him towards a bathroom down the next hall. "Go." He stood at the urinal next to him and waited for him to do his business. "You need clothes as well I guess."

Ronan stumbled as Joshua pushed him towards the bathroom, the chain yanking him back, causing him to choke. He waited until White went in front of him and followed behind him, doing his business quickly and washing his hands. "It is cold without underwear." Ronan agreed with a slight nod. "I don't like being naked."

"I don't know why not, you have the body for it." Joshua murmured. Then he noticed the 'markings' he'd left. "On second thought clothes AND a shower."

Ronan didn't say anything more, he looked back at the mirror and frowned, growling. He tried to lash out at the mirror but once more the chain held him back and he choked again, clawing at the air. "What did you say to me!" He yelled, attempting to choke his reflection.

"Enough of that." Joshua snapped yanking him by the collar. He had little patience for his mental breaks and dragged him out of the bathroom. They contined to walk until Josh found the room they used to prepare slaves for display before an auction. Upon opening the door it looked like an old fashioned back stage dressing room but with posts meant to tie up slaves being readied. Makeup would be added to them both to make them seem more aluring and to hide bruises gained through handling. Most of the clothing was lewd and barely covered the important bits on either male or female. "What do you think Ronan, leather?"

Ronan followed after him, turning to flip off his reflection one last time before it disappeared around the corner. He looked all around, as though seeing the place for the first time. For some reason, he wanted to touch everything, but had a feeling that if he did he'd be hit so Ronan kept his hands to himself. When White asked him the question, Ronan tilted his head to the side. Surely if he had been a dog his ears would have flopped over in an irresistable manner. Ronan shook his head, "Not comfortable." He replied.

"If you wanted comfortable you would have gotten a desk job down in Babylon." Joshua muttered unconcernedly. "You're right it doesn't go with your complexion does it. PVC looks ridiculous so none of that. Aaaaahhh."

Joshua hooked Ronan to one of the posts in passing and took up a pair of low cut pants that looked like they belonged to an arabian prince. "What about these? Light, delicate, sophisticated....alluring." Joshua smiled . "Put them on." He tossed them at Ronan's chest and crossed his arms waiting impatiently.

Ronan caught the garment and stepped into it, pulling them on. They were a perfect fit, well, almost. They were nearly see through and just a tiny bit too tight. "They're nice," Ronan admired. "Like rabbits."

Joshua chuckled, "Not exactly the word I'd use but they'll do. Let's get you back up to the penthouse."

The pair wandered yet another time up the length of the tower, riding the bronze elevators to his palace of glass and chrome, black and white. He released Ronan there. "You can roam free for now but the moment you become disobedient I'll have the spiders eat you inside out." He hissed. [color=#3B240B] "Don't touch any phones, don't jump out of any windows and don't try to harm yourself. Mouse will be back tomorrow when he's well enough to walk around."

Ronan grinned again. "I will eat the spiders he said." Then a salute, "Aye, aye sir." He put his hand up to his forehead in mock of the status of a soldier. "Who's a mouse?" He asked in confusion. Were there windows? Could he see the city? He wondered, already anxious to look around. A shiver of delight ran down his spine at the thought of being free to walk around.

"And clean yourself up!" Joshua called, already making his way to the office. He sent security a text message to keep an eye on Ronan's every movement should he suddenly decide to get violent.

Ronan was humming to himself as he walked, going to the room he slightly remembered to be his. The bathroom was in there and so he stripped himself of the pants he had just gotten. He turned on the hot water, stepping beneath the stream. It soaked into the bandages around his middle, washing away the dirty and grime of the morning. Ronan soaped himself down, wondering what it must taste like if it smelled so nice. He licked the soap, then instantly regretted it. "Ugh, that was terrible!" He put it back, turning off the water and stepping out. He dried himself off quickly and grabbed some clean boxers from the other room, putting the new pants on over it. He walked with his hands behind his head, looking for a window since there wasn't one in his room.

Then he found one and ran to it, looking out at the city below. "Wow," he marveled. "Whoever lives here sure has it nice." He turned around, suddenly lost. "Where am I again?" The guards on the wall were more decoration than people. Nevertheless he felt their eyes on him, watching him. Ronan felt uncomfortable under the gaze, but the view from the window was so nice. He debated for a minute or two, staying by the window and watching the bustling city below. So many people and colors, why did they call it White City?

Joshua sat back in his office thoughtfully considering the significance of Ronan's break. This would make training him a pinch but what would that mean? He had the mind of a child it seemed. The smart thing would be watching and experimenting, taking small steps and seeing how he reacted. He switched on the monitor on his desk and keyed it in for Ronan's room. It took surfing through the rooms to find him though. He watched as Ronan gazed out the window, seemingly fascinated by the scenery. He pulled up a file on his computer labled as the berzerker's regimend and uploaded the sound byte into the speakers for the room, keeping the volume low, almost inaudible. The words would have been indiscernable, a constant babble in Joshua's tone with none of the words having any meaning to them. After a while the berserker's package triggers a restless, violent, reckless nature, high rage and even a loss in control over how much strength one uses. Someone meaning to toss a book on a table would suddenly throw it at full force at the wall for no apparent reason. Joshua would let that play for a few days, just to see if it effected Ronan. If it did that would mean he was vulnerable to Joshua's influence....if not....well...it would mean he's not.

Ronan heard it, like whispers. They assulted him, grabbing and trying to drown him. He felt breathless and ran in the other direction, but the whispers followed him, clinging to him, trying to drown him. "No!" He yelled, diving into the closest room and covering his ears, but they followed him. "Stop it!" He grabbed the closest thing, which happened to be a towel, and threw it at the door. It was like nails on a chalkboard, a scrapping sound that made him feel incredibly uncomfortable. He wanted it to stop. It scratched his brain, trying to dig things up. "I said stop!" He was having a fit very much like a tantrum, kicking and punching the air from his position on the ground. He clawed at his ears to make it stop, closing his eyes so the words would quit floating around him.

"Hmh..." Joshua touched his chin and turned the audio off.[color=#3B240B] " I've never seen that reaction before...." He muttered..... "Perhaps..."

Joshua put in the file that he used to spread propaganda across the entire city. He spoke in a calming, gentle tone the command behind the audio being that of comfort and harmony.

Ronan was still clawing at the air for a few minutes after until finally, the scraping was gone. He felt much better, almost sleepy really. Ronan sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He stumbled out of the room, walking down the hall as he looked for something to satiate his hunger since the soap hadn't done it. He followed his nose, sniffing the air every few feet to try and find the kitchen. "Hungry," he mumbled with a scowl, poking his head into every room in an attempt to find something to eat. Ronan hadn't had anything in a while and he had vomitted up the chicken Joshua White had given to him the night before. His hunger was getting the best of him and somehow or another, he ended up biting a chair and the two people trying to convince him to not eat the chair.

One of the guards raised his assault rifle, as if he was going to hit him in the head with the butt of it. The man next to him put an arm out to stop him.

"Don't! Mr. White would flay us both if his precious.....monster was harmed." He hissed. "OI! Kid! Quit chewing on that....it's expensive leather...."

At that moment the bronze doors leading to the elevator swung open and a soldier swiftly strode through the hallway carrying with him the air of urgency. He entered the office after knocking and saluted to Josh White.

"Sir...we have news. Slavers. We're loosing slavers out on the desert."

"And why should I care? It's not as if I hire them or anything. They set up their business and I buy their product for the city. Get out." Joshua waved his hand dismissively.

"But sir...a huge swath of them were slaughtered in the valley. We're not going to get another shipment for weeks, until the west slavers get in, and that's hoping Styx didn't get at them first." The soldier explained. Despite the usual stern disciplined appearance the man looked nervous to be in front of him. He glanced at the door every once in a while. Joshua snarled.

"Dammit. Get in contact with the few settlements in the east and try and make contacts. If that doesn't work we'll have to work on setting up shop inside Nox. It'll be a challenge...but....I've always wanted to do it just to stick a knife up her ass." Josh chuckled slightly

At that moment the two guards burst in carrying Ronan by both arms, struggling greatly. "SIR! He was......Agh! Ow......he was eating your furniture!"

Ronan was putting up quite the battle, there were bite marks and tears in their uniforms. Ronan was gnashing his teeth, kicking and carrying on. "Let me go! I want to eat it!" He yelled. They had lifted him into the air and Ronan was trying to run. "I'm hungry!"

"Well quit acting like idiots and feed him!" Joshua snapped, irritated by the sudden interruption. They hadn't even knocked what if he'd been having sex or discussing city secrets. "Get out!"

The guards let go of Ronan. "Alright brat. Come on we'll make you something...."

Ronan didn't want to go with them, but they promised him food and so he followed them out, looking back at White with almost a sad expression, his eyes giving off an almost sad puppy sort of vibe. "Fine," he grumbled as he walked out the door.

The guards have never been asked to do something as obserd as feed one of Joshua's slaves. The pair felt awkward and uneasy just being around him with those glowing red eyes and that animalistic nature. Both of them wanted to address it but neither of them wanted to speak. It was forbidden after all. One of the many commands that seemed to appear in their minds like a natural law. The sun rises, gravity falls, no one speaks about the mentally insane slave their emperor and mayor kept in his penthouse. Joshua's kitchen was enormous. The floor was checkered black and white like a classic diner with a row of mahogany counters topped with black marble. The refrigerator was a shiny block of cold metal with a smooth handle and a large freezer unit. The guard wandered the kitchen and looked for ingredients to make a simple sandwich with whilst the other guard, the slimmer one who had kept the other from hitting him watched Ronan with weary eyes.

Ronan looked around the space in awe, the kitchen was something to behold, almost like the ones you used to see in the movies. He spotted something on one of the counter's; a jar. Ronan bolted over before the guard could react, opening it up. There was sugar inside, cubes of it. "Not for you," he snapped pulling Ronan away. Sugar would be the worst thing for him. "But I'm hungry," Ronan reached back, wanting it and the guard held him in place. Ronan bit him, but it seemed that the guard was prepared and he flicked Ronan's forehead. If he was going to act like a child, he would get treated like a child and so Ronan was put in the corner. He hugged his knees to his chest, clearly upset and mumbling to himself about how stupid this was and that he just wanted to eat.

Joshua left the office, tired of listening to the soldier give him bad news. He strolled into the kitchen and glared at the two guards. "A sandwich? Come on what does this boy look like to you? Out! Get out! Make yourself useful and look intimidating somewhere else. " The guards glanced at one another before leaving the kitchen. Joshua took over meal preparation. "I'll make something you'll enjoy." With that he whipped out a skillet, some vegetables and a chicken fillet and started on the stove. He took out macaroni pasta with several varieties of cheese, some milk and everything one would need to make the classic favorite. He worked for about twenty minutes mixing, stirring and sauteeing . Once finished he arranged the meal on a plate and offered it.....with a spoon this time, rather than a fork.

Ronan's eyes lit up when the food was offered to him like a kid in a candy shop. He took the plate eagerly, hardly noticing it was a spoon and digging in. "This is good," Ronan said, still sitting in the corner he had been put in. Unfortunately, after going without food for quite sometime, a body could not simply start to eat solids again. He felt sick suddenly and put the plate down, attempting to keep the food in his stomach. He looked for a waste basket, crawling over and heaving. He hadn't even been eating quickly this time, Ronan had been savoring the food.

"Hmmh" Joshua sighed and took out a blender and instead cooked Ronan up a gentle smoothie with only the most nourishing fruits and vegetables, sneaking the vegetables in so Ronan didn't realize they were in there. He poured him a glass and offered it to him. "Try that."

Ronan tasted it, making a face. He didn't like it, but his stomach growled and so he drank it down, feeling weirdly content. "It tasted weird," he said, licking his lips. "Could I have more?" He held out the cup, looking up at White.

White peered down at Ronan oddly as he held the cup up to him. He wasn't sure what he thought of this situation. It was like suddenly his slave had become...some orphan child. Josh was suddenly reminded of how he'd met Mouse years ago, dancing in the rain wearing nothing but rags, followed by a rag tag group of little boys. He came by a different name back then, had both his eyes, a gentle beautiful hazel and a stubborn curiosity most street boys had. Josh shook his head slightly then nodded. "Ah....sure." He said quietly pouring more into his glass.

Ronan brightened up, drinking it down again. He felt somewhat content, should he have been in his normal state he would have drank four or five glasses of the stuff, granted he would have ate normal food as well. "I guess it's not so bad." He muttered, getting up to put the cup in the sink before going back to his corner and sitting back down. There were no spiders here to catch and the walls were not taunting him, Ronan felt relaxed for the first time in years. His posture slumped just a tiny bit, unguarded, his normal stiff, on guard air dissipating.

"Why aren't you afraid Ronan?" Joshua asked, straight up. "The spiders you catch them, you sit and eat without suspicion and don't try to attack me. Have I broken you so much you won't even fight back?"

Ronan frowned, about to say something. He shook his head, closing his mouth again and cocking his head to the side in question. "Why would I be afraid?" He shook his head, there was nothing to be scared of. Except maybe the walls, they really didn't like him. "Do you want me to fight you?" Ronan asked, clearly confused. He stood, putting his fists up, grinning manically again.

Joshua's left hand twitched slightly. He stared into Ronan's eyes wondering what lay behind them now. "You don't have to sit in the corner anyhow. I'm going to have you start physical training once your heart is healed, as well as the rest of your wounds." He would omit the audio manipulation until he could develop a stream that wouldn't act so aggressively on him. He wanted him obedient, frightening, and fearless not raving on the floor. "Until then you're on your own. I have alot of preparations to make for war."

It seemed like for now there would be no fighting, later though. "Will I get to kill the bad guys?" His eyes sparkled at the thought of getting to punish the people that hurt others. If Ronan could be like that, like those heroes he had always admired, he would have been very happy. He had no idea he was fighting for the wrong side, that Joshua White was only interested in his territory and people.

"Most certainly, you'll be killing the hypocrites and the liars and those who don't follow the rules." Joshua replied before leaving the kitchen. He'd have someone clean the kitchen for him. He had a Caravan to prepare.

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Reyna was ravenous. The cookie, while delicious, did little to fill her stomach and it growled. "No tummy," she said, patting it in order to hush it. Reyna was no stranger to hunger, on the oasis, she had never had much to eat and yet she never died from starvation. The gnawing was a presence she was used to and she had to eat in limited, small quantities in order to become accustomed to finally having enough food to fill her stomach. "Reyna would very much like fish." She said, biting a scratch on her arm. "Um... where would Master get Reyna fish from?" She was on her feet again, trotting along right beside Urara.

People stared and whispered, it wasn't every day you saw a part human part demon walking on all fours and it certainly was a strange sight. "Mr. Scritches," Reyna looked up at the white haired boy with the red markings on his bed. "Does Mr. Scritches know where Urara could get food?" Reyna stopped to scratch again, wiggling to get off all the water that Xia had nearly drowned her in. "Where is Reyna now?" The girl asked, looking around the city.

Reyna caught a scent, something eerily familiar. Her foot suddenly tapped on the ground excitedly, tail wagging. "Reyna smells something!" And she took off, following the scent. "Reyna will protect Master!" She growled, stopping when she found it. A woman (Satsuki) tall and in a white dress with decorations and eyebrows that were a little intense. She seemed angry almost, but her scent was familiar. Had she perhaps encountered this woman in the dessert? "Reyna knows you." She stopped, sitting in the woman's path, tail curled around her, one ear flopped over in an adorable manner.


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Ronan was wandering the halls again and somehow he had ended up back at the window. "I wonder how those people got so small." Ronan mused aloud, noticing a guard attempting to stifle a snicker. He frowned, was something funny? Normally the guards were stone statues and when he turned the guard went back to his position, a statue once more. His hands were in his pockets, there were only so many times one could pace the same hallways. Finally, he ended up back in his room, sitting at the desk, notebook flipped open. The red faded, a calm hue of blue returning. Ronan clicked the fountain pen into open, placing it on the page. His hands were steady, strokes of even pressure scrawling across the page in fluid cursive. There were only two words on the page, written over and over again like some sick mantra.

Kill me.

His eyes turned back to red and he seemed to snap, throwing the pen as far away from him as he could, as though it were hot, as though it were on fire. Words were dangerous, it seemed. Ronan slammed the notebook shut. There was nothing to do now, he was bored. He crawled onto the bed, flopping down on the large mattress. He struggled to take off his pants, kicking them into a corner and rolling himself into the blanket like a burrito. "This is boring," Ronan groaned. He tried to sleep or take any sort of nap but sleep refused to come. "I have to pee," Ronan mumbled, unrolling himself and going to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face, using the toilet. When Ronan was washing his hands he looked up, taking a step back. His reflection looked back at him, seemingly mad.

"What are you doing?" His voice hissed, the reflection looking as though he wanted to throttle Ronan. Ronan took another step back, alarmed. "Is this what you're resorting to? Hiding inside of yourself. You make me sick you weakling." His hands shook, he gripped the side of the sink. "I am not weak." Ronan growled, "I, I am strong!" He tried to show his reflection, raising his arms and flexing impressive muscles from years of hunting. "See?"

"You've never been strong, if you were, Wesley wouldn't have died. You would've saved Mouse, you would've killed Joshua White."

Ronan's hands tightened on his grip on the sink, he tried to restrain himself. If he got mad, then surely White would get mad too. Ronan wasn't sure how, but somehow he ended up on the floor, grappling with a towel. He threw the towel and it remained still in the corner. "I told you I was strong." He sneered at the inanimate cloth, getting to his feet. Pain suddenly exploded inside his head. Ronan fell to his hands and knees, the heel of his hand pressing into one of his glowing red eyes. "No, I-I'm strong...." his voice faded out and he tried to crawl to the bathroom door. His vision blinked in and out and he fell onto his side, twitching for a moment or two before his body went still.

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That stupid towel hadn't stood a chance, or at least that's what Ronan had thought when originally fighting with it, now however, it was choking him. He had tried to plead uncle, but the towel wouldn't listen and so, slowly, Ronan's pleads faded, replaced with silence. Then a guard came in and picked him up, slapping him around, trying to get Ronan to snap out of it. Ronan opened his mouth as though to speak, but no sound came out.

"You're not going to need that anymore. Since you're a dog, you don't need a real voice." His blue half insisted. Joshua White could have his body, but he would never have his voice and so Ronan remained quiet, the guard seeming to question whether the kid was actually okay or not. He threw Ronan onto the bed, "Stay here." He insisted, going to finish in the assist of transferring Mouse. "Boy White messed that one up good," he shook his head, meeting up with the other guard. Meanwhile Ronan stayed on the bed like he was told, wondering when the man would come back and give him permission to touch the ground.

In the meantime, Ronan flopped back on the pillows, wondering how long that would take. He wanted to go back to the bathroom and fight with his reflection for his voice back, but what would happen if he got off the bed? Would he be hit again? Would they chain him up once more in that cold basement and stick things into him? The thought made him shiver. The bandages on his torso had begun to get loose from so much activity, but the wounds hardly bothered him anymore. Where was everyone else? Joshua had told him not to cause trouble while he was gone, but where did he go? To his office? To the bathroom? Outside into the city of tiny people?

He squirmed, growing restless. Ronan grabbed a pillow, biting into it to satisfy his boredom. He needed something to do, but all the fun things were in other places, no where near his reach on the bed.

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Ronan had fallen asleep after tangling with the blanket for a while, debating if he should break the rules and leave the bed. He was wrapped up in it again, a somewhat peaceful expression on his face. It was deceiving though as inside, Ronan was waging a war no one else could see or hear. A silent whimper escaped his mouth as he turned over, his fiery eyes shut tightly as he turned to lay on his stomach.

Ronan was tied to a chair, his mind a vast white plain of nothing aside from the chair, a table with various tools, and a man with a penchant for torture in order to get what he wanted. "Your my dog now," he hugged Ronan's head to his torso, an intricate set of ropes tied around Ronan's body, framing certain areas and keeping him bound in a position where he could hardly move. "Bark for me doggy," he picked up a set of animal ears from his tray, placing them on Ronan's head. He had already stuck the tail somewhere very uncomfortable and for the last hour had been trying to get Ronan to bark.

"Never," he growled, struggling against the binds. "I will never submit to you!" He was clearly angry and yet, his eyes were a calm, crystalline blue. Joshua White smiled, as though these were the finest words he had ever heard anyone speak. White picked up something from his table once more and Ronan's eyes widened. "No," he whimpered like a child at the dentist as the spider turned on. He placed it on Ronan's head, the spider climbing down and crawling into his ear. "No! Stop!" He screamed, body thrashing as the spider crawled around in his ear canal, causing terrible pain.

"Bark for me Ronan, do it and I'll take it out."

"Never!" Ronan gasped, shaking his head, trying to get the spider out. Joshua White cupped Ronan's chin in his fingertips, making the body stay still as his body quivered. "Come now, you know you want to." The spider was trying to expand, making Ronan's ear bleed. "I'd rather die."

"Have it your way then." He slapped his hand across Ronan's cheek, snapping him sideways, the chair toppling over and Ronan still bound to it went down. His head banged against the floor, the spider rattling around. "You won't need these," he took a mini saw, positioning it over Ronan's ear. "I've given you new ones after all." He began cutting, the saw going through cartilage. "Stop!" Ronan screamed, voice hoarse, blood trickling down the side of his head. "Bark for me and I will."

"No." The sawing continued.

"Bark," he panted, pain and blood loss making his head spin.

"What was that?" White asked with a grin, blood dripping from his tools.

"Bark, bark." There were tears in his eyes, blood on his lips.

"Good boy Ronan," White soothed, stroking his hair, fingers running down his back until they reached where he had inserted the tail into his behind. "You're my dog, don't you forget it." He could hear White fumbling with his belt, trousers on the ground now.


"Ronan," it was a whisper, but enough to jerk him from the nightmare. Ronan bolted upright, breathing hard. There was a figure quivering in the doorway, asking if he was present. Ronan blinked, tilting his head to the side in question.

"That's Mouse you idiot." Mouse. Right, the little boy White had been talking about. Ronan leaped off of the bed, forgetting what the guard had told him and swept Mouse into a hug. It was a Godsend, Mouse had ripped him from the nightmare before the worst part.

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Ronan was running up the staircase, they were playing tag, the two brothers and he bolted into his parents room to avoid Wesley. Suddenly he fell into a pitch black pit of darkness, falling until he was in a new place. "Mom!" Ronan recognized her, he would recognize her anywhere. Ronan ran to where she was bleeding out, a knife in her stomach. "Mom!" He knelt before her, trying to stem the bleeding. "Help!" He called into the empty house. His voice echoed back harshly. He couldn't have been older than when he had been when his family had been ripped apart by demons. "Wesley! Dad! Someone!" He was panicking, her blood on his hands.

"Oh Ronan," she sighed, cupping his chin in her bloodied fingertips. "You're so useless."

The room spun, the house changing. His mother was no longer beside him but in a chair across from the room was a slumped over form. The body stirred, looking up. It was like looking in a mirror, only the eyes were a different color. "Oh Ronan," his own voice tsked, disappointment clear in his own expression.

"You're so useless."


Ronan awoke with a cold chill. He was shivering, fear in his expression, his breathing hard, as though he had just run a marathon. He flopped back down, looking up at the ceiling. This is what his mind had wanted, it had done this to protect himself, so why? Why did it keep sending him these nightmares? Ronan closed his eyes, pulling the blanket over his head. He couldn't remember the decision he had made but somehow he ended up in the bathtub, lining it with pillows and dragging an extra blanket it so that the cold sides wouldn't touch him. He lay down, shifting to find a comfortable position what with the bandages and all and finally fell back asleep, the bath sealing in the warmth as he sunk back into oblivion.

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The next morning Joshua woke at the crack of dawn. He let cleaners handle sorting out the penthouse for the day, they came in and started tackling room after room chasing the dust away. Joshua made his way to Ronan’s room, only to find him curled up in the bathtub instead. He scoffed with annoyance and turned the water on cold so that it splashed into his sleeping face and soaked into his little comfort nest. β€œIs this how you repay my kindness, rat?”

β€œ I give you this luxurious space to sleep in and you curl up in a tub? Get up, rat. Get up now!” He snapped. He impatiently yanked Ronan up by his ear and thrust him out of the bathroom. β€œYou can say goodbye to this lovely room I’ll have you sleep in a cozy little dog bed just for you at the foot of my bed.”

He shoved Ronan in front of him and herded him down the hall to the kitchen where he set up a chair and a set of hair cutting implements. β€œFirst thing’s first, those bandages. They reek. Clearly you’ve been washing with them on like a moron. At least take the bindings off or they soak of the water and grow mold”

He took the shears and began to cut away the bandages, letting them fall to the kitchen floor. He inspected Ronan’s wounds, despite the poor care they seemed to be healing . There was no infection at least. Joshua had made the cuts with such artistry that the healing itself seemed more efficient. Joshua took a moment before tending to Ronan’s hair to clean each healing wound thoroughly with a soft sponge damp with soap water. It was an uncomfortable procedure as his actions tugged at the stitching and half-healed scabs sending little strikes of hot pain through them. He dried him off and dabbed each wound with a medicinal moisturizer to keep the flesh from stiffening up with scar tissue. He didn’t put the bindings back on and instead allowed the wounds to air out while he started on the haircut. He draped one of those aprons over Ronan and combed through his hair thoroughly to get out the tangles before going in with the scissors himself. He didn’t do anything crazy with it, cut it off or give him a wild Mohawk. He just cut it to where he remembered it being when they’d met, perhaps a little bit shorter. He combed out his hair one final time and smiled. β€œBetter?”

β€œPut these on.” He gestured to a set of clothes on the table, a pair of close fitting black pants and a sleeveless white shirt with the logo of White City on it. It came with a pair of boots and some socks and a clean set of underwear. Before Ronan could get back up however he wrapped his torso again, β€œCome to the elevator when you’re through I have a new collar for you.”

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He had been sleeping comfortably, the small space much easier to rest in than the large bed. Ronan was sound asleep when Joshua White burst inside, calling Ronan a collection of names, waking him up and turning on the cold water. Ronan leaped to his feet, his ear grabbed and he was dragged out and down the hall. It hurt terribly to have his ear tugged like this but he couldn't do anything about it. Finally White let go, instructing him to sit then calling him names once more when Ronan had failed to take care of the bandages. Ronan had never had a wound like that, he hadn't been given any care instructions much less told he had to take the bandages off.

Pain like lightning shot through his body with every dab of the cloth. His fists were clenched, holding onto the sides of the chair so tight that he could hear the chair creaking beneath his grip Joshua cleaned the wound he believed himself to have cleverly crafted, taking care to rub something on it before getting to work on Ronan's mess of a mane. Hair fell this way and that, clinging to the apron, sliding down and falling at his feet. It tickled and Ronan did his best not to move lest he wanted to inflict Joshua's wrath while he was holding a pair of scissors. The last thing Ronan needed was a cut in his body.

The prospect of clothes was exciting since he had been naked all night and was quiet cold. He wasn't allowed to put them on yet though, not until White wrapped up the wounds again. Finally Ronan could stand and he put on the clothes quickly, bending down only to realize he'd forgotten how to tie his shoes. He fumbled with the laces, knowing Joshua wouldn't like to be kept waiting so Ronan tied it in knots and tucked the laces into the tongue, walking quickly to get to the elevator where Joshua and the new collar awaited him.

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His heart pounded as the elevator doors closed. No buttons were pressed and so they weren't moving. What was happening? He didn't understand as White grew close, trapping Ronan into the corner of the elevator. His cheeks turned red when Joshua's hands went behind his neck, undoing the collar and throwing it out. There was no feeling of relief though for as soon as the first one was gone, a second one was in its place. This one was tighter and sleeker, more like a choker than a collar with a little bell that made a sound with every shift of movement. He didn't mind the bell, it was almost comforting the way it made a noise in the absence of any sound that came from him.

The information about the collar was the disturbing part. He didn't want his head to be filled with spiders again, crawling around, making his ears bleed and his head fill with bursting pain that made him want to kill himself. He couldn't eat the spiders of they were inside his head. No, he wasn't safe, he didn't want the spiders. His hands trembled and his palms felt sweaty as Joshua White leaned forward, touching his hair and making Ronan jump. Ronan shook his head as though to say no spiders, the bell tingling with every move. His breathing became shallow, heart pounding in his chest.

He would never be free.

No, it was better to just give in, right? A part of him said to continue fighting, that he would stay asleep until it was safe to come out, he wouldn't speak until he was no longer a dog. Finally the elevator began to move and as it went Ronan slowly sunk to the ground against the wall, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking slightly.

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The hand in his hair wasn't anymore comforting, but Ronan dare not move. He didn't want his hair to be pulled like last night, the pain felt as though he was being scalped. He shivered slightly, but whether it was in pleasure or discomfort it wasn't clear. Ronan kept his gaze on the door, watching, waiting, not so eager to see what was behind the smooth silver surface. Finally, it stopped. The doors parted, revealing a very confusing room with men in purple paint zigzagging about.

He stood, forgetting his apprehension, head tilted to the side, the bell ringing at the movement. He followed behind Josh, the smell of musk and sweat heavy in the place. They looked stoic, alien, marching after one another. He looked curiously around the place, not really frightened by their massive size. Ronan had faced demons before, he slayed them for a living. He was much stronger than he appeared, his physical stamina being excellent, his mental... Not so much. He followed White into a new room that he called a dojo, taking off his shoes. A man came to prod at him, looking Ronan up and down, dismissing him. Not all fighters were large and overly bulky and looked as though they were on steroids.

Then he was told to put his shoes back on. He looked at the red lines on the floor, starting off after them. If he chased the red line, if he chased it ten times, that was good right? He would be praised right? That would mean no punishment and best of all, no spiders. He was done with the laps before noon, he was done with the laps almost twenty minutes later. Running on the ground was nothing like running on sand, it was easier, smoother. There was no loss of footing or shifting of the ground, just a track and the steady rhythm of his feet against it.

When Ronan returned, he waited, nervous, excited, not wanting any spiders.

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Ronan was having no trouble keeping up. He wasn't sure how these men were so bulky, this was basic hunting exercise, the kind he had done daily to slay demons. He had gone nearly a month without it though and so getting back into the swing of things was nice, it kept his mind busy, it kept him from slipping further away. He seemed happy, grinning like a madman as he punched, dodged, and kicked. The beginning was easy, the beginning was always easy.

His thoughts slipped away and he wondered about that little boy, Mouse. He had looked like he had been through the wringer, had Joshua tried to train him down here? Had the little mouse not been able to keep up? Or maybe it was something else, something vile that a part of him wanted to prod at, the other half shutting it out. Would he get those purple marks too? He wondered, every so often glancing at one of the soldiers walking past. When his mind wondered he would get hit over the head with some sort of bamboo stick and the man would make Ronan pummel more punching bags. He was slowing, getting tired after nearly two hours. He had taken his shirt off, folding it neatly and putting it aside beside his shoes so as not to upset Joshua White.

Finally it was over, Ronan was setting, laying on the ground, panting silently, the bell chirping with the rise and fall of his chest. Had he done well? He wondered. Would the spiders attack him or would he be praised for being able to keep up, for not being weak? The thought of praise, of no spiders invading his ears and made him very happy.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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Reyna was a very full and happy fox. She had eaten plenty of the delicacy called sushi which had weird sticky grains and plenty of fish. "Reyna is so full," she mewled, laying on her stomach in the street beside where Mr. Scritches and Master Urara stood. Her tail waggled happily though and she had received plenty of scritches from passing people who were curious as to whether or not her ears were real. She purred each time, her tail picking up speed until they stopped, getting pulled away by a parent or continuing on their errands. Eventually, Reyna sat up, wondering why they were just lazing around when there was stuff to be doing, things to be exploring. Something rustled behind them and Reyna jumped to her feet, growling. It was just a stray cat and it skittered away quickly. Reyna sat back down, satisfied that she had scared away the threat and sat back down, rubbing her head against Urara's leg.

Her ears twitched, picking up the sound of something, of a bunch of vehicles. They were at the edge of the town, no doubt Master was preparing to send them with her really quick touch back so Reyna could go sleepy. She was tired now, wanting to rest on the stone street that had a bit of sand kicked onto it. There were too many unknowns though, far too many threats for the fox's liking. Besides, when she slept, her mind did weird things and Reyna didn't like it. So she stayed sharp, watching for any signs of danger or anything that could harm the Master. Reyna had finished rubbing her head on Urara's leg and so she looked out at the vast ocean of sand with waves of grains that got clogged into everything. Her eyes surveyed the sky too, the moon that shone down on them, the stars twinkling from their positions in the sky. Did Reyna have a star? She wondered, one that looked down and watched over her.

Everyone had a star that protected them. Reyna was sure, maybe her's was that big shiny one that she could always see no matter how many clouds tried to drown it in the surface of inky blackness? Yes, Reyna was convinced. That was her star and she was sure she could hear it, a low grumbling that seemed to make the very earth shake. Was it trying to tell her something? Perhaps beckoning her up to join them in the sky? Her head snapped back downward and she narrowed her eyes, ears twitching. Reyna stood on fours, growling, fur standing on ends as the roaring grew louder until it was the only sound she could hear. Her ears were pressed flat against her head, tail rigid as she prepared for a fight. Slowly, the cars came to a stop, the rumbling becoming softer and a bit more distant.

Reyna was no less relaxed.

At least until, a certain figure she recognized came stumbling out. He grinned and kneeled in front of her, a weird bell ringing on his neck, almost like the one Reyna had. "Mr. Ronan!" Reyna became a puddle of purrs once more as he scratched underneath her chin, hand moving up until it was behind her ears. "Oh Reyna has missed you, yes she has!" Ronan had tried to kill her the first time they met, in fact, the two were sworn enemies. He stood, gesturing to someone else getting out of the car and running back to his side like a faithful dog. Reyna sat down beside Urara, wondering who the looming figure ahead of them was.

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Character Portrait: The Emperor: Joshua White Character Portrait: Reyna Character Portrait: Urara Character Portrait: Luxara Character Portrait: Ronan Eucliffe Character Portrait: Isamu Koizumi

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Urara wasn't happy. After what happened to Rey-Rey at the evil Lux's hands, she knew she had to get stronger, she knew she couldn't just stay weak as she was. Being weak didn't help anything, she couldn't protect the people that mattered to her like this. So Urara knew that she had to grow, she had to learn, she had to make sure she could always protect Rey-Rey and Mr. Stitches forever and always because she was their leader and they were her responsibility. It was a funny word, a strange word - a word she usually escaped from all the time. But now that she had something close to her that mattered, two great friends, Ura didn't want to risk losing them. Was it selfish? Was it bad? Probably, probably. But it was fine, it was okay, because they were important to her and she didn't know what to do without them.

So Ura went to challenge Lux again, but found that she wasn't even in Nox! Weird, it was so weird so she looked around and found a big fight happening in the valley between Luxara and someone she didn't recognize, an army she never saw before. It was weird and unsettling because as much as she liked to run away from reality, Ura knew that this meant something serious was going to happen. War would change everything, it'd make everything different. So the child ruler knew she had to become more serious, more dedicated, if she wanted to keep Rey safe from being hurt again. She returned from her daily hunt to tell Rey-Rey, but found something even stranger.

Rey was with a red-eyed man that looked suspiciously familiar, and she recognized the White insignia anywhere, of course. Why had Joshie come to Babylon? Did they need help in the war? If Babylon got involved, Ura would have to take Rey-Rey and Mr. Stitches and escape back to New Praetora because she knew as much as anyone that in a war, you lost important things. In a war, things special to you got stolen away. The child ruler wouldn't let that happen and her eyes narrowed to reflect that, an unconscious reaction to her new seriousness. Other than her eyes the rest of her was relaxed as always. ”Joshie-Josh! The girl exclaimed, waving excitedly after tossing Reyna a bag of cookies she found earlier. ”What are you doing here in Babylon, land of babies and lawns?" She giggled at her joke but her eyes weren't laughing with her.



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After the call, Lux knew she had to get to work. The Styxian general was making another attempt to breach the gap, but the Noxian Ruler had a feeling that this new attack was a diversion - something to distract her. Probably something to do with the squadron of tanks that had arrived at their camp, according to scout images from the Gamma Squad. It was like a wall of heavy armor and anti-armor cannons, ready to punch through anything as needed. This was going to be exciting. The Styxian infantry line was pushing the flanks, trying to strafe past the bulk of the berserkers that were stationed to plug the valley itself, but Lux knew something was up. She shouted a command into her side's radio - for Delta and Beta to handle the right and left flank respectively and Lux flew her helicopter to a hidden alcove, putting it in auto-fire mode, landing on the ground, unseen. She pressed a button on her hand device to kill any non-friendly surveillance tech, cheeks flushed from excitement. This was going to be fun.

Once the air forces were to the sides, the enemy sent forth the tanks in the middle. Lux waited, waited until the tanks were behind her, forming a wall for the bulk of the infantry line to try and fight past, hoping to overwhelm the berzerser squadrons that had set up camp as the primary defensive line. So Lux relayed another order - this time to Alpha - to go and harass the supply lines from the Styxian main encampment. If they were making an offensive strike, it meant their eyes weren't at their backs. Alpha would harass and sting and flee when needed - enough to be annoying and to cause damage but not enough to become at risk themselves.

But finally, it was time. Lux's clock eye spun and the world stopped moving. She let out a little cackle of pleasure and strolled out behind each of the tanks, firing rounds of plasma at the engines behind it. The engines were the vulnerable point, at the rear of the tank but they were usually protected by shield generators that activated upon an unfriendly unit being spotted. With time stopped, the natural shielding couldn't activate so her plasma rounds would easily make their way in to blow up each engine, wiping out the current threat with ease. Lux returned to hiding to watch the show, unfreezing time as the tanks all exploded, leaving the foot units vulnerable for Gamma to fire at and force into a retreat back to the main encampment.

”Good work, everyone." Lux called, returning back to camp for the time being. ”We pushed back this wave. Now, let's rest up a bit and prepare for a counter attack, shall we?" Her humanoid eye gleamed with excitement as she regarded the berserker general, who merely grunted. Yeah, he was kinda a drag, wasn't he?


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Josh and his caravan rode across the lake just as the sun began to set low in the sky staining everything with the deep rich colors of evening. Right on the horizon where the sparse greens of the lake shore met the vast orange dunes a whole spectrum of greens, blues, violets, and reds could be seen in the same view. A single figure remained on a building at the edge of the port town, assembling a rifle behind a crumbling ledge as the fools of New Prae considered their limited options. He worked quickly, professionally, his mind somewhat drifting to the pleasant potential for a hot meal and cool air conditioning set up for him and the rest of the White city crew. He loaded a single tranquilizer dart into the rifle and lay flat on his belly, the muzzle poking out through a broken segment of the building veiled by the growing shadow. He took his time finding his target, tasting the wind and measuring the distance with keen eyes and highly calculative tools. Isamu's pale white neck came into view just barely within range. It was now or never before Urara decided whether or not to snatch him with her and disappear. He exhaled silently and pulled the trigger.

"I'm so glad that's over." Joshua murmured, draping his arm over Ronan's shoulder as the ferry swayed and bobbed its way towards the isolationist city-state.

Ronan had never been on a boat before, he was getting to experience all sorts of things. First a car, now a boat, the boy was on a roll. He was looking over the edge, hands gripping the rail as the boat swayed. Trying to walk was weird, if he took a step the wrong way the boat would dip and his footing would slide and he would slip and stumble until the boat straightened again just as quickly as it had fallen. The sky was abundant in technicolor hues tonight what with its flavorful sunset that was so vibrant Ronan could practically taste it. He wanted to see more, he wanted to explore the world and this was definitely a corner he had never been to. Babylon, it almost sounds like a holy garden, an ancient paradise among the ruin and desolation fo the desert. It was almost ironic in a funny sort of way that made you think. For Ronan though, it made him hungry. His stomach growled, the only sort of sound that had come from the boy in a while. He shifted, the boat making him slide again. He stumbled and suddenly there was an arm draped around his shoulder, steadying the red eyed boy. Joshua had his arms laying casually across Ronan's shoulders and he stiffened, trying to stand still.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Josh asked, toying with a lock of his beautiful pale gold hair. They were not alone on the ferry, it was a public ride meant to bring people who lived in Babylon to and from the island with ease as well as the casual commuter and tourist. Babylon was supposed to be a beautiful little island with it's own small variety in agriculture and a vibrant city rich in technology. Josh ran his hand through Ronan's hair absently as they observed the view. "No need to be so tense and afraid, boy. You are cherished."

The tension in Ronan's shoulders unwound, becoming much more at ease. Cherished? What was that? Ronan wasn't so sure, but he smiled, a wide sort of goofy grin that his blue side would never have shown to anyone but Wesley. It was a gorgeous view indeed, there were desert birds sitting on the lake, large cranes that fly away when the boat got too quickly. Ronan looked up, watching them until they faded from view. There were many other things to watch too, the fishermen hauling in the last catch, the other people on the boat who stood and sat with various emotions. Some were harried businessmen, others seemed like gentile country folk who were just trying to make a living, and some there seemingly for fun, taking pictures of everything they passed with wide eyes as though they had never seen a lake before. He took it all in with a calm yet excited exterior, wanting to see, and do, and touch everything like a child.

It didn't take too long for them to arrive at one of Babylon's ports people filed off the boat glancing at White's security guards with naked curiosity as they directed Josh and Ronan through onto the dock. It was beautiful. Lights where just being turned on for the evening with their automatic systems and people packed their vending stands and tiny little boardwalk shops for the evening gazing longingly at the brand new tourists. Fresh eyes meant fresh income. Babylon was certainly more colorful than White city's chrome and glass atmosphere, though the farming district of Babylon had a similar warm homely air. It's what gave White City it's strange two-faced atmosphere. White city also had far more guards patrolling streets and watching the comings and goings of commercial vehicles. Their presence did seem to sink into the background but the contrast was notable walking the streets of Babylon. Babylon was green as well, a color that was rare in the desert but on an island surrounded by water the vibrance of foliage made the place look like a completely different planet. A paradise. Joshua sighed and removed his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves it seemed the atmosphere was getting to him as well, loosening his anxiety. "We'll rest tonight and tackle the Babylon brats in the morning."

They were brought to an inn at the edge of the city. The rent was cheap there, cheaper than deep within the city anyways and the view wasn't too bad. The men dispersed once all the luggage was delivered to the rooms, taking their arrival as a chance to unwind. Joshua took a breath and gazed out at the lobby, it's beautiful old but ornate style resonating with him in that moment. He climbed the narrow staircase to the upper level of the small building and peered down over the banister. "Come, Ronan, you rest with me tonight."

Ronan still wanted to touch everything, but he knew he couldn't or else he would get yelled at. It wasn't like White City where they were used to the security watching over them and went about their business with ease. The insignia on the uniform seemed to scatter others, looking and whispering, or simply shutting their curtains and trying their best to ignore them. What could prompt such a reaction? Ronan wondered. He was no one to fear. Ronan had stopped to look at something, then when he looked back they were a few feet ahead. He skittered along, skirting past stalls and people, falling back into stop besides Joshua before he could notice Ronan had gone. Babylon seemed warm somehow, almost nostalgic in a sort of sense even though Ronan couldn't recall being there. He couldn't recall a lot of things, his other side was withholding a lot of information from him, but he didn't care since it meant there were new things to discover.

When they reached the hotel, it was a grand old styled building, no doubt a relic from before the war that turned everything to desert. The floors were lined with subway tile, like a chessboard black and white and restored in a pristine condition that almost made it feel new. If Ronan stared hard enough into the black tiles, he could see his reflection. He jumped from tile to tile, trying to make a game of only stepping on the white ones. He followed behind a few feet from White and his head snapped up when he heard the Master call. Ronan went up the staircase to meet him, falling into step beside White once more. What would the room look like? He wondered. Would he sleep on the floor again? Would Joshua let him sleep in the bathtub? Was there even a bathtub. So many questions swam in his head that he wanted answers to but none of them were really relevant to anything.

Their room was the largest in the hotel booked for the largest price with a magnificent large king sized bed and an ornate carpet that sprawled across the polished wood flooring. A massive holographic mirror was sprawled in front of one wall perched on a dresser that almost seemed like a bar counter. The mirror seemed to double as a television and holo-screen for connecting via communicator. Joshua had bought something similar for his personal bathroom though without the ornate frame it was set in. It had been ordered from Babylon. Josh peered at himself in the mirror and smirked slightly, his hair seemed to have been swept up by the lake wind and he hadn't even noticed. He ruffled it making it only seem messier and turned to Ronan. "Make sure you close and latch that door. People are known to thieve in these kinds of establishments. I don't want my greatest prize to be stolen from me." He patted the side of Ronan's face and winked before meandering towards his bags. He stripped without hesitation to take a quick shower and scrape off the sand caked in his cracks and crevasses. He didn't take long however and was out again in less than five minutes. He dried his hair with a towel and peered at Ronan a glint begining to form in his gaze. "You are my favorite you know, Ronan. So obedient. You soiled mouse for me making him so rebellious, it's your fault he's beaten so much recently. Were you trying to take his place?"

The room had much to explore, everything about it was large and grand. He took off the boots from his uniform at the door and latched it just as Joshua said. What was his greatest prize? Ronan wondered, but Joshua didn't elaborate further, instead he went into the bathroom. Ronan crawled underneath the bed, but there was nothing to explore underneath there and it was too clean. Everything felt too clean, too perfect somehow. No doubt they had to clean it extra well from all the sand. Ronan ran a hand through his hair, accidentally stepping on the remote that turned on the holo screen inside the mirror. He jumped as sound suddenly came through it and a picture popped up, a woman reading the weather in a red pantsuit. He tried to look behind the mirror, but it was stuck to the wall, mounted right over the vanity. Ronan pressed buttons trying to figure out the screen, changing channels and then pressing the big red one which turned it off completely. He went behind the large curtains to the picture window, looking out over the lake, little street lamps illuminating the way for people coming and going.

The bathroom door opened, Ronan poked his head out from behind the curtains and stepped into view once more. Mouse? Which one was that? He shook his head anyways, then remembered the little boy with the ribbon over his eyes. He went over to Joshua's side, unsure of the light in his Master's eyes.

"Why won't you speak?" Josh demanded, despite thinking how convenient it was merely twenty minutes before. He smirked slightly and tilted Ronan's head up to peer into his red eyes. "I'll bring your voice back."

At that point he grabbed the front of Ronan's uniform and lifted him by it tossing him onto the bed. His towel threatened to fall off as he gripped Ronan by the neck to limit his struggling whilst wrestling the clothing from him. "I took your voice didn't I? Back then you screamed so beautifully. Do I need to put spiders in you again, perhaps I should stuff them somewhere new. Let you choke on them or have them split you from behind."

He was being yelled at again, why? What did he do? Ronan didn't know. He backed himself into the corner, but White followed him, tilting up his chin to look into his eyes. Ronan's were wide with curiosity and slight fear. He was grabbed from the front, lifted onto the bed and then choked as Joshua held him down by the neck, taking Ronan's uniform off of him. He wiggled, trying to get out, struggling to breathe. He didn't want anymore spiders, he wanted his head to stay clear, not full of those little metal insects. No! Ronan shook his head, he didn't, he really didn't but he couldn't speak and he couldn't explain and his blue side wasn't coming out to do him any favors.

White hesitated for a moment, his gaze softening before he released Ronan's throat. "You're my favorite, you should speak to me." He murmured, his voice breaking inexplicably. He put a hand on Ronan's bare chest, gently then rest his head there. "You should speak to me, Ronan. Spit out your hateful words, your defiance, scream at me."

His words sounded muffled and confused. "What is wrong with you, boy?" He snarled, angry again. He relieved Ronan of the rest of his clothing and his towel fell away. The sadness vanished from his tone instantly as he forced himself on Ronan, ruthlessly spitting vile words of cowardice at him. "Giving up so easily, some hunter you are. A waste of blood and bone, you'd shame your family crawling into some dark hole in your mind instead of giving them vengence. I'm GIVING you strength! STRENGTH!"

Joshua's voice quivered, he gasped and looked down at Ronan a crooked smile on his face. "You will love me in the end, I promise it."

Ronan wanted to yell for him to stop, he wasn't comfortable like this. When White finally released his neck he gasped for air, panting as though he had just run a mile. Joshua's warmth was odd, not the nice kind, but the stiffling overwhelming kind that sometimes made you feel overwhelmed. Then he was snarling again, prying off the last of Ronan's clothes, which was just boxers and a button down. Then he was laying on his stomach, Joshua's warmth covering him. It hurt, it hurt so badly and he gripped the sheets, closing his eyes and breathing hard. There was a little bit of blood mixed with other fluids and he closed his eyes, trying to make the weird feelings stirring inside of him go away.

He didn't like it, but his body was revolting against him, having some sort of reaction as though it felt good and he let out a silent moan, wondering why his body and mind had betrayed him like this.

Josh let out a low chuckle, he leaned low over Ronan and whispered into his ear. "Let me hear your voice again Ronan, just like before but low and loud. You'll love me in the end. You'll learn to want more, just like the others. Don't become another Mouse, another silent sightless tool for me."

He trembled and continued on relentlessly, his gaze fell onto the deep scar on Ronan's shoulder, his bite wound, his mark. "You'll love me in the end." He repeated again and again the words stringing together into nonsense as they brought him through to the end. He released Ronan and stepped back, a smile creeping across his face at the only true betrayal he could see with his own eyes. He flipped Ronan over and smiled, satisfied. "You're mine."

It came again, the feeling that made his lower half quiver confusedly. He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry after all of that, but something told him he shouldn't, that it would just make him seem like that Mouse boy. He was still breathing hard, his heart finally slowing after all of that. He was allowed to lay on his back again, looking up at White who had a possessive glint in his eyes. Something broke through, Ronan's eyes flickered to blue. "I'll... kill... you..." He panted with a glare, then his blue half dove back inside, locking himself away again. Eyes becoming red, voice becoming soundless.

Joshua chuckled lightly, elation in his eyes from hearing Ronan's voice again. He kissed the boy, fully and took his hands to wrap them around his own throat. "Do it, red eyes. I'm yours." He dared "You'll be lost without me. I'm the only one who can show you who you really are."

Josh winked at him and nodded towards the evidance between them then dropped the towel into his lap. "Clean yourself up and take a shower." He demanded before standing and going to his bag to find sleeping clothes.

Ronan was confused, what just happened? There was a strange little gap in his memory for about thirty seconds. What had happened? He wondered. He clambered off of the bed, incredibly sore. Walking hurt, everything from the waist down hurt really. He went to the shower, depositing the dirty towel on the ground in the corner. It was impossible to bend over without feeling immense pain and there were various fluids running down the back of his legs, blood mixed with other things. He silently grunted, sinking to his knees in the water since standing was painful, but sitting was too.

Ronan choked on a sob, a silent hiccup that made him shake. He hugged himself, allowing the water to wash away all of the bad things and tried to only focus on the good but he was hurting and he felt defiled. Was this what being cherished mean? If so, Ronan never wanted to be cherished again.