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((WARNING: MATURE THEMES))
"I have a proposition for you... and I would highly suggest you take it."
The man with log black raven hair looked Revan over grimly, who was now tied against a pillar within what appeared to be a ruined cellar... a makeshift dungeon. Revan's weary eyes peered up to the man with a certain distain. Within his tensing muscles could be seen the boiling rage that was ready to erupt fiercely. Bottled anger, that was controlled, reserved... but not by Revan's choice, but by the tightness of his bonds. Revan looked upon his captor defiantly. "... you... you came with your ships into a land that new nothing... that had done nothing to ail you or your kind. You've killed many of my friends... my family... what gives you the nerve to dare make me a proposition?"
The man's lips curled into a wry and dark grin. "Because what ever you have left that your pathetic little life holds dear is currently in my hands..." The man snaps his fingers at the guards at the door behind him, and they turn to open it. Two guards on the other side push Aurelia in and follow. Her face was covered in bruises as were her wrists. Her bloodshot tear swolen eyes shown defeat... a total lack of all hope... only dispair. The sight of seeing his wife like this, enraged Revan... it destroyed him. "...you bastards..." Veins pop from his skin, his face red with anger, "YOU BASTARDS!!!"
The raven-haired man looks back to the guards, and begins to chuckle with sickening amusement. "I hope they haven't had too much fun with her... Impurity among a woman is such an unbecoming thing..." Revan struggled with all his might to move from the bonds that held him, but to no avail. "You struggle vainly, Revanoth, son of Malachai... you struggle vainly. You will only hurt yourself... and more importantly, you will hurt your wife... but you can make all this chaos end... if you are willing to pay the price."
Revan looked down to the ground, his face contorted with anger, his eyes saturated with tears.
"Give youself to the empire... fight as you had fought against us... use your unique abilities for our cause... and you and your wife will have a life again..."
Aurelia had shaken her head in tears, she shouted out to him in sobs, "I would die first!... I would die first! My husband has a will that not the most powerful weapon you possess could bend!..." The raven-haired man glances over his shoulder to the guards and says in a mocking tone, "Keep the bitch QUIET please! I'm conducting a meeting here!" He approaches the woman and pulls his open hand back, swinging it across the woman's face, Aurelia falling back to the ground, blood flowing from her nose and face.
"Leave her alone!! ILL KILL YOU! YOU DAMNED SON OF A BITCH!... ILL RIP YOU APART!!" Revan roared trying to fight his bonds again once more.
The raven-haired man turned around and looked at Revan, his head shaking. He smacks himself in the head with an annoyed sigh. "Oh, this is getting us no where..." He turns around to the woman who was sobbing on the ground just between him and the guards. He approaches her, and grabs her by the scalp of her hair, and yanks her up from the ground by her hair and turns her and himself forward to face Revan. He holds her by his left hand, standing upon her right and smirks to Revan. "Well... you heard it yourself, Revan... She'd rather die." Without warning, he unsheaths a dagger from his belt and drives it into Aurelia's abdomen where her child was being held within her womb. Shrieking gasps left her mouth, eyes widening in complete shock and torment, as blood began to flow profusely down her ripped cotton blouse, she would have collapsed back towards the ground, but the monster would not have it.
He continued to hold her up by her hair as he looked over his shoulder towards Revan, who was now screaming in rage, making the cries of a man, that no other man should ever hear. It was horrible... unreal. "Oh, well... maybe you two will get to try for another one..." The man glances into Aurelia's eyes with a smile on his face. Aurelia's eyelids were fluttering slightly, as her own eyes began to roll back in her head as she nearly lost consciousness. The man lifted his dagger against the creamy skin over her neck, just over the other side of her adam's apple, pressing the tip against her veins. He offered one final smile to Revan, "...maybe not" He said just as he had taken what life was left from her, as his steel ripped into her flesh, sliding his blade roughly through the tendons and arteries between one ear to the other. Her crimson sprayed over Revan's face, and over the man who held her up.
"AAUURREELLLIAAA!!!!!!"
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"AAUURREELLLIAAA!!!!!!"
Revan roared from his lungs as he woke up from his unconsciousness, waken by his nightmare. The others looked at him as if he were completely mad, and it was likely that he probably was. Revan panted heavily, his heart pounding within his chest for a few moments, just after reliving the nightmare he once saw before his eyes, a second time within his dreams. He looked around the cold damp cell room to see the other three staring at him with shock and suprise at their eyes. The eldest man at the wall farthest across from Revan had shaken his head,
"Be calm, lad... be calm. It was just a dream..."
Nightmares were a common thing among prisoners. Many screams that one would hear before sleeping would be screams from torture... yet, half of them were from those who were not tortured. Half of them were from those who had dark memories that tortured more so than any executioner could give them. Revan leaned back against the wall, cocking his head back up towards the broken ceiling many many feet above them. He closed his swolen beaten eyes and had taken in a deep breath.
"...that was no dream..."
The old man appeared to be in his late fifties and was in next to poor condition. He had been ill for a few days now, and likely, he would be dead in the coming months. The prison's conditions weren't fit for rats to live in, let alone those that they held there. Revan looked down into his hand, curiously glancing into it, as he clenched an object folded in cloth within it. A puzzled gaze was masked on his features as the older man continued.
"We didn't think you were gonna come through, lad... but I'm glad ta' see ya' are among the living."
The old man spoke to attempt to lift Revan's spirits, but such was an impossible task. Revan unfolded the object to see a beautiful intricate crystaline figure witin it. He was unsure of where it had came from, or who had given it to him, but as he looked upon the sparkling surface, it brought him a sense of rare peace that he likely will never experience elsewhere.
"I have a proposition for you... and I would highly suggest you take it."
The man with log black raven hair looked Revan over grimly, who was now tied against a pillar within what appeared to be a ruined cellar... a makeshift dungeon. Revan's weary eyes peered up to the man with a certain distain. Within his tensing muscles could be seen the boiling rage that was ready to erupt fiercely. Bottled anger, that was controlled, reserved... but not by Revan's choice, but by the tightness of his bonds. Revan looked upon his captor defiantly. "... you... you came with your ships into a land that new nothing... that had done nothing to ail you or your kind. You've killed many of my friends... my family... what gives you the nerve to dare make me a proposition?"
The man's lips curled into a wry and dark grin. "Because what ever you have left that your pathetic little life holds dear is currently in my hands..." The man snaps his fingers at the guards at the door behind him, and they turn to open it. Two guards on the other side push Aurelia in and follow. Her face was covered in bruises as were her wrists. Her bloodshot tear swolen eyes shown defeat... a total lack of all hope... only dispair. The sight of seeing his wife like this, enraged Revan... it destroyed him. "...you bastards..." Veins pop from his skin, his face red with anger, "YOU BASTARDS!!!"
The raven-haired man looks back to the guards, and begins to chuckle with sickening amusement. "I hope they haven't had too much fun with her... Impurity among a woman is such an unbecoming thing..." Revan struggled with all his might to move from the bonds that held him, but to no avail. "You struggle vainly, Revanoth, son of Malachai... you struggle vainly. You will only hurt yourself... and more importantly, you will hurt your wife... but you can make all this chaos end... if you are willing to pay the price."
Revan looked down to the ground, his face contorted with anger, his eyes saturated with tears.
"Give youself to the empire... fight as you had fought against us... use your unique abilities for our cause... and you and your wife will have a life again..."
Aurelia had shaken her head in tears, she shouted out to him in sobs, "I would die first!... I would die first! My husband has a will that not the most powerful weapon you possess could bend!..." The raven-haired man glances over his shoulder to the guards and says in a mocking tone, "Keep the bitch QUIET please! I'm conducting a meeting here!" He approaches the woman and pulls his open hand back, swinging it across the woman's face, Aurelia falling back to the ground, blood flowing from her nose and face.
"Leave her alone!! ILL KILL YOU! YOU DAMNED SON OF A BITCH!... ILL RIP YOU APART!!" Revan roared trying to fight his bonds again once more.
The raven-haired man turned around and looked at Revan, his head shaking. He smacks himself in the head with an annoyed sigh. "Oh, this is getting us no where..." He turns around to the woman who was sobbing on the ground just between him and the guards. He approaches her, and grabs her by the scalp of her hair, and yanks her up from the ground by her hair and turns her and himself forward to face Revan. He holds her by his left hand, standing upon her right and smirks to Revan. "Well... you heard it yourself, Revan... She'd rather die." Without warning, he unsheaths a dagger from his belt and drives it into Aurelia's abdomen where her child was being held within her womb. Shrieking gasps left her mouth, eyes widening in complete shock and torment, as blood began to flow profusely down her ripped cotton blouse, she would have collapsed back towards the ground, but the monster would not have it.
He continued to hold her up by her hair as he looked over his shoulder towards Revan, who was now screaming in rage, making the cries of a man, that no other man should ever hear. It was horrible... unreal. "Oh, well... maybe you two will get to try for another one..." The man glances into Aurelia's eyes with a smile on his face. Aurelia's eyelids were fluttering slightly, as her own eyes began to roll back in her head as she nearly lost consciousness. The man lifted his dagger against the creamy skin over her neck, just over the other side of her adam's apple, pressing the tip against her veins. He offered one final smile to Revan, "...maybe not" He said just as he had taken what life was left from her, as his steel ripped into her flesh, sliding his blade roughly through the tendons and arteries between one ear to the other. Her crimson sprayed over Revan's face, and over the man who held her up.
"AAUURREELLLIAAA!!!!!!"
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"AAUURREELLLIAAA!!!!!!"
Revan roared from his lungs as he woke up from his unconsciousness, waken by his nightmare. The others looked at him as if he were completely mad, and it was likely that he probably was. Revan panted heavily, his heart pounding within his chest for a few moments, just after reliving the nightmare he once saw before his eyes, a second time within his dreams. He looked around the cold damp cell room to see the other three staring at him with shock and suprise at their eyes. The eldest man at the wall farthest across from Revan had shaken his head,
"Be calm, lad... be calm. It was just a dream..."
Nightmares were a common thing among prisoners. Many screams that one would hear before sleeping would be screams from torture... yet, half of them were from those who were not tortured. Half of them were from those who had dark memories that tortured more so than any executioner could give them. Revan leaned back against the wall, cocking his head back up towards the broken ceiling many many feet above them. He closed his swolen beaten eyes and had taken in a deep breath.
"...that was no dream..."
The old man appeared to be in his late fifties and was in next to poor condition. He had been ill for a few days now, and likely, he would be dead in the coming months. The prison's conditions weren't fit for rats to live in, let alone those that they held there. Revan looked down into his hand, curiously glancing into it, as he clenched an object folded in cloth within it. A puzzled gaze was masked on his features as the older man continued.
"We didn't think you were gonna come through, lad... but I'm glad ta' see ya' are among the living."
The old man spoke to attempt to lift Revan's spirits, but such was an impossible task. Revan unfolded the object to see a beautiful intricate crystaline figure witin it. He was unsure of where it had came from, or who had given it to him, but as he looked upon the sparkling surface, it brought him a sense of rare peace that he likely will never experience elsewhere.