Mature themes ahead

| Before |

Nicolas and Wallace stayed outside away from prying eyes against the black, shining gate outside. Neither spoke but Wallace knew something was seriously wrong when Nic came alone to be his bodyguard. Wallace had two body guards and he was confused but he was a little hesitant to question it when Nic just kept on sniffling quietly to himself.

He hated how he couldn't really say anything unless Nic was looking at him. Nic had gotten a lot better at reading lips and his sign language; though a little sloppy, was also great. Wallace had also noticed the lack of space between them over the increasing time they spent together. There was only a small spot in between them because of the other twilight that was supposed to be there, "Hey.. Nic."

Nic was looking straight ahead as Wallace stared at the side of his face. He wasn't crying but Wallace knew he could've been, maybe if he was alone or perhaps only with you. It seemed that no matter how close Wallace and Nic grew, he still couldn't get as close as Nic and yourself were but it was understandable as he had no idea what the both of you had been through together, "Nic."

This time, he nudged the Twilight and Nic didn't flinched, or even respond right away while Wallace's frown deepened, "Where's (Name)?"

It took even longer for Nic to answer, as if he was calculating his thoughts before signing back in a careful manner. Doing so with the knowledge that both Nic and Wallace still had lot's to learn, 'Soldier... took her away.'

To this, Wallace seemed to growl inwardly in malevolence and clenched his fists too. Nic wasn't really surprised but he was also at a loss. He couldn't stand up to them and he couldn't gain that courage he needed to protect her, he was scared and dependent, submissive to his Father who was also the leader of the mercenary group, "What th-"

Wallace quietened down when a figure stormed their way. He was large, dressed in the familiar soldier uniform in combat boots and the camouflage track suit. Wallace didn't miss the way Nic's eyes displayed these raw emotions of hate and fear when staring at him. In front of Wallace the soldier was a different person, "Master Wallace, Commander Gaston is expecting the Twilights presence for departure for the Anti-Twilight riots."

"His name is Nicolas."

Wallace wanted this man fired, he wanted him thrown out into Ergastulum where he could starve for all Wallace cared. The teen was burning with rage but his bright, blue eyes only glared while the unnamed soldier only nodded almost in apology but it was fake, so fake.

"Right, Nicolas is needed, they'll be back within a day at max." Nicolas was already walking toward the soldier to follow him so that he could hopefully lead Nic to you. He was frightened of what he would find but he was so desparate for comfort. With no words spoken, Nic was lead towards another exit through the gates where the soldiers were to go in a pack towards the city where the riots continued. He finally spotted you among them, standing on your lonesome as he neared you faster and faster, he found you and he couldn't wait to hold you.

He wasn't thinking of the soldiers at that moment when you were already at arms length. He just grabbed your upper arm, trembling as he brought you into his body.

No sounds came from you when Nic held onto you for dear life. Nicolas' arms circled your back and your waist as you body became melded into his and he breathed you in, hating the light scent of cigarette smoke and liquor on you as well but he still felt your heart beat reaching his, beating in sync.

He pulled back after a short while and tried to look at your face, you on the other hand, kept your face down which lead him to placing a shaky hand under you chin so that he could see your eyes. Your shining green eye along with dark, dark brown one both looking towards Nic's chest with dark bags under them, eyes hazy as your body almost seemed weak before him while he continued to tightened his hold on you, "Don't... leave me...."

His shaky voice met your ears hence the beginning of more tears filling your eyes but you couldn't reply when Commander Gaston ordered, "MOVE OUT."

The m-tech usa Xtreme MX-8054 combat knife was doused in blood while it stayed practically glued to your right hand. The left was littered with burn marks from multiple cigarettes but that hand was also splattered with blood as Nic sliced another victim with his katana. The screams were overpowered by Nic's racing heartbeat as the celebrer was absorbed and flowing through his veins. The horrifying cries of death possessed you to continue as people fell at your knife despite the obvious fact that they had assault rifles and handguns fired right at you, fear striking them almost senseless when the metallic clicking of your tags rang in their ears.

B/3, they read and yet they still grew frightened and sick to their stomachs. Nic was never far from you, always staying close enough to keep his eyes on you despite the slight overdose of celebrer that made him fight better, harder and stronger while never feeling pain that had been numbed.

The mansion appeared nearer and nearer as the squad came back. Less men followed Commander Gaston, both Nic and yourself in the back while your arm stayed around Nic's waist when he limped onwards with a monotone look on his face that had small dots of dried blood and bruises while you had a short cut on your right cheek with bruises also surrounding your left eye and your lips too.

In the mansion, the soldiers dispersed to their own quarters while Nic and yourself stayed by the gate where Wallace usually hung out. The blood didn't stop, it spilled out slowly, almost as if mocking you when Nic sat himself on the floor, he didn't look at it, he only looked ahead as if he was already defeated but you stayed calm to think rationally before running off to the mansion to get something, anything to help him.

Wallace's whereabouts were unknown but it wasn't any of your concern when you found something that could at least help Nic. You didn't know of the boy following you when you raced back to Nic at the gate. He had looked up at you with a look of peace and allowed you to sit by him, grabbing you hand that had been injured intentionally with burns of a cigarette that still hadn't scabbed over. He only held your hand for a moment before allowing you to grab the sowing needle and the thick thread to stitch the cut shut when he lifted his black singlet up. It was dirty, smelled of blood and sweat as it turned a deep red in the sun from the still damp blood.

"Wh-What is this!!"

You jumped, accidentally poking Nic with the needle as he jumped as well because of you, you turned at the familiar voice and sighed aloud when you saw Wallace's distressed face, he stared down at the both of you, the grass surrounding you had turned red and both Nic and yourself were losing the colour as a deathly pale complexion was displayed.

His hands were raised in fear and you returned back to stitching Nic's injury, "Ma-Master Wallace, I-I'm sorry- I- I think Nic's cut might g-get infected, I don't know what t-t-to do!" The fingers holding the needles shook uncontrollably and without a word, Wallace had run away back to the place he called his home to find Nic's Father and your Commander.

Nicolas came back to the headquarters where he slept and found his Father sitting at his desk on one side of the room with a cigar in his mouth, a lamp lighting up a small section of the room as you followed behind when he was still pale and limping. You didn't look at the Commander as the soldiers were drinking and smoking around you when you only wanted to retreat to your corner of the room to sleep with Nic. His hands tightened on yours when he found the soldier that had taken you away earlier.

"Bring Nicolas to me."

The deep voice resonated through the room causing your muscles to turn to ice as your feet almost tripped over themselves. Nic didn't see his Father's lips and he didn't understand the reason for your reaction so he decided to speed up so he could have you sleep on him, cuddling you until you fell asleep looking the most peaceful that you possibly could.

You stopped him though, he was puzzled but he let you lead him until he realised where you were both headed, standing before Commander Gaston. The man blew a large puff of smoke right into both of your faces and grinned, his face scarily resembling a cheshire cat, "You've made good friends with the man's son now, haven't you?"

No answers, the man thankfully continued with the cigar nearing his mouth again, "Manipulating that poor boy isn't right, you know? What'd you do, huh? Flash him your little tits? You're disgusting."

His words made bile rise in your throat, he saw the affect of his words and his eyes seemed to twinkle in contrast to the lamps dull lighting, "He came to see me today, practically begging me to let Nic go, to let you go and stop hurting you. I'm not hurting you, though. I thought you knew that you stupid girl. I'm making you stronger."

The soldier behind you snickered lowly, shivers crawled up your spine and Nic held you tightly, even tighter than before when he read every single words from his Father's lips, "I'll give you what you want then. You've got nothing but each other, you both can go die for all I care. You monsters are on your own from this point on."

| Now |

The bed rocked against the dirty tile floor that was littered with a man's clothes down to his underwear while your dress still stayed on your body messily. The scrapping of the legs of the bed kept going until it began banging against the wall behind you. Two dull eyes, one a bright green as the other was dark brown, stared up at the ceiling as if trying to find a purpose, a reason to keep letting this happen despite the fact that you really didn't have a choice.

His time was almost up and he knew that he'd have to leave unless he wanted to deal with Big Mama or even Corsica as you knew that this guy was your last client for today. He stayed above you anyway, forcing your body to move with his rough movements as huffs left his mouth to fan your own, he didn't care that you arms stayed limp by your side or that it was basically one-sided because he just wanted to finish, to reach that delicious climax that had him shaking blissfully.

"You're a good fuck, Emerald. I'll-" He huffed again, hitting you deeper while your head fell to the side, "I'm so coming back a-a-again~!" He finished, finally, taking himself from your body to sit beside you, tenderly ghosting his fingers along your cheeks before standing to put his underwear back on, his pants and then a shirt too. He grabbed his jacket and opened the door, leaving as the door closed behind him before a knock was heard only a moment later.

The sound was loud, it wasn't as dulled and echoing as it was before. You heard it open but didn't move, you could feel your eyes closing and then two hands grabbed you, sitting you up and everything was blurred from then on.

Clinking chains rang through your ears, they were seriously loud making a cry leave your throat. A huff was heard and then the light made you turn away lazily, sore in your nether regions and also in your face, your heart and everywhere. Everything hurt. All the time.

The man sat before you, clothed in a black suit as his dirty blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, connected to his white moustache and beard by his side burns, a large scar across his forehead. The man was large, almost welcoming if the chains didn't keep you in one spot, your wrist hanging in the air by the silver chain as your two different coloured eyes analysed Uranos Corsica.

"Uranos.. Wh-why..?"

"Now, Now, don't worry now my dear Emerald, alright? You want some Celebrer, yes?"

"Ur-Uranos," He stared at you expectantly, "I don't want it, please... Let me starve. Please."

"My Darling," He stood from his seat, the room was dark with four small lights on the ceiling, no one else was here besides you two. It was your space, "You'll do what I say, alright? Celebrer and TB's are all for you, you don't want me to waste all that money that was spent on you, now do you?"

Shaking your head as he crouched over you, you hadn't backed away and he was slightly pleased, "O-Of course.. But why am I chained up?"

"You passed out from all the TB's you had, I suspect your last client slipped even more in your mouth without you realising, don't worry though, he's already dead."

Nodding, you felt a bit better though he hadn't exactly answered your question. You breathed in and closed your eyes for a moment before hearing the clinking of metal on metal. Your wrist fell and you were free when you stood slowly, leaning against the wall to steady yourself, "Come."

Your feet moved, naked and covered in scars and bruises, you approached the male when he suddenly grabbed the back of your head, tugging at your hair with a knife at your throat, a m-tech usa Xtreme MX-8054 combat knife grazing against your skin until a warm liquid emerged from the surface under your chin. Whimpers left your mouth after a short scream but you were silenced.

"We have a party coming up and you'll be my guest. You're going to look absolutely ravishing, look here," He nodded over to his chair, the one behind his desk and there was something shining along the surface, a bright, glittering green dress with a sweetheart neckline. It was thin, a long body-con dress that you guessed reached the floor. On the desk though, there were a pair of white diamond stilettos.

"Take your TB's and your celebrer and get into the dress." It came off as a simple order but you knew it was a command that must be followed immediately because you knew he'd do far worse with the knife in his hand. The knife was removed from your neck and placed on your collarbone as the point pierced your skin, drawing more blood, "Disgusting Twilight."