Do you think killing sprees just happen?

[nikavia]

Just a little thing for you all. I'll be witty and creative tomorrow and such. I'll even talk about Troy. so here are the warning etc

Title: Pain Killer (part 1/?)

Author: Me duh

Fandom: my own that I created last summer that come up out of the notebooks again

Pairing: um... it's the beginning of a piece of fiction I don't have 100% planned out yet.

Category: I don't know. Hope to be Humor, Adventure and Fantasy.

Warnings: As of now, implied homosexual relationships. Later: Mind games, gore, cussing, violence and maybe some implied not nice things, also maybe implied **ahem** activities.

Disclaimer: OH yes I own this shit!

Rating: Now it's like PG but later prolly get up to R-ish.

Summary: Once upon a time. No not really. No summary really, just read and stuffs. Summary next time.

Feedback: Read and comment people. I’m kinda lost on where to go. I also need a name for my "hero" and "victim"

 

Chapter One: Broken Chains

Guilt is rather a nasty emotion. One of the worst ones to feel. It burns you and leaves you aching much longer then heartache or sorrow.

I sat and listened to his heart wrenching sobs that penetrated the darkness. He keened and choked, crying for God and "Alex" to forgive him. He sobbed his litany of "I’m sorry" until they faded into the dark when his lungs held no more breath, his eyes no more tears, and his voice has screamed it’s last.

He lay quietly now, eyes staring up at the blackness of the cell. Occasionally a hiccup breaks the silence, a sniffle in the dark. His breathing was hard and the silence burned more then guilt.

I stood, wincing as the creaking of chains and metal interrupted the silence, causing him to gasp. I walked over to him and sat, staring down at him.

He’s not hard on the eyes, but not exactly easy either. Maybe that’s just the dirt though. Brown eyes half hidden behind brown bangs. He couldn’t be older then 16.

Up until now, he obviously had thought he was alone in this hellhole. I hate to say this, but he’s not. And whatever he did to end up with me must have been pretty bad.

"Welcome to the lowest dungeon," I said, my voice raw from lack of use. He blinked and shuffled back so he was up against the wall. I smiled, more animal then man now, watching him squirm, act like prey. "What brings such and pretty thing as yourself here, with me? I’m surprised they didn’t make you a catamite."

"I fell in love with what I could not have, and the man I loved is not dead by my hands, thanks to a curse placed on my be a jealous king." He whispered softly almost as if he expected me to beat him to death with my broken chains for loving another man.

"Curse?" I say slowly, watching as the color rose in his face.

"Why… why does it matter. I don’t belong here, the king is the killer!" He said viciously. He regained some composure, curiosity flickered in his brown eyes.

"Why are you here?" he whispered again, fear being quashed by the urge to know.

"Killed my lover too." I said nonchalantly. "Without help of curse or king." I leaned forward bracing a hand over his head, broken chains clashing against the wall, causing him to whimper in fright. "See love, I deserve to be here." I smiled and laughed

TBC

Night all

Nyssa