Grief

Anger Pt 1

He felt an unbearable rage after his therapy session. The stupid shrink made him talk about...it. How he felt then, how he feels now. It made him furious. That bitch had no right to ask him such things! He paced inside the confines of the infirmary, from one wall to the other. His friends watched as he let out his anger, concern for their teammate rooted in the pits of their stomachs. Lucy watched in discomfort worried about the once great Salamander. She missed her best friend. Sure, he wasn't gone...but he was a complete shell of himself. She missed her obnoxious, rambunctious, and utterly childish and immature best friend, protector, rock...crush. He was secretly her crush. She missed that Natsu terribly. She felt a hand grasp her shoulder and squeeze tight. Erza had grasped her thin shoulder, in hopes of comforting the blonde mage. Erza had know Lucy's crush on the once carefree dragon slayer...and had also know his feelings in return. If it was still six years ago, then maybe they would have a chance. But now...now Natsu is broken. There was no way he could learn to love the stellar mage back. Erza clenched her jaw. They were now doomed to her fate all because of those sick ass bastards!

The red head quietly watched as Lucy pulled away from her, the blondes golden strands swaying as she edged toward her struggling companion. The celestial mages jeggings clung tightly to her thighs, her sweater hanging loosely from her shoulders. She retched for the fire mages hand and her fingertips brushed over his knuckle as he passed by. "Natsu..."

That was all it took for him to slam the door, shutting his friends out of the infirmary. The blondes hand retracted as she fell to the floor on wobbly legs, sobs racking her body. Mira rushed forward, scooping the woman into an embrace. Gray rushed forward, banging on the locked door.

"What the hell flame for brains? You just made Lucy cry!"

There was no reply from the young man. Inside the infirmary, however, sat the salmon haired mage with his head in his hands. He sat against the door, exhausted. Couldn't they see he needed alone time? The banging on the door got louder, Erza and Grays threats muffled through the wood. He clutched his head, eyes closing briefly. The voices got louder and he grit his teeth. He trembled as a new wave of fear crashed over him. 'Open up Salamander-shit, before I give you a beating you won't forget!'

He was back in his cell, his ankle chained to the wooden floor. Footsteps could be herd coming down the hallway and his frail body shuddered, breathing becoming erratic. He had been here for over a year now, taking beatings as they came. Pain was a usual feeling now, one he wished to rid of. His stormy green eyes set onto the door, watching as the rotted wood slammed against the wall. His captor stocked up to him. He couldn't remember what the man looked like, or what he was wearing. He could only remember the stench of tobacco and whiskey that seemed to permeate the air around him. Scrunching up his nose he looked down obediently. His captor yanked him roughly by the collar of his tattered shirt, looking him straight in the eyes.

"You tried to escape salamander?"

He received no reply from him, only the sharp glare Natsu had given the day he was brought to this evil place. This made his captor furious. He flung the fiery mage to the ground, crushing his foot down onto the poor teens head.

"Answer me when I talk to you, you son of a bitch!" He cringed at the loudness of the  voice, pushing himself onto his elbows. His ears rang but he stayed silent. He would not let this man have the satisfaction. Angrily his captor stomped on his head again, and again and again until blood trickled out his ear. His lip bled and his eye was black from the force of the shoe. Screwing his eyes shut he waited for the horrid man to strike again, but his captor stopped altogether. Shakily he curled into a ball, knowing these last blows on his will give him horrible bruises and cut in the morning. He herd footsteps leave him for a minute, before returning with a loud CRACK! At the floor. He trembled as the sound disappeared, heart beating loudly in his chest.

WHACK!

A whip lashed down onto his fragile form, slicing through tender skin and making blood well at the surface. He grit his teeth, his hands fisting and knuckles turning white.

WHACK!WHACK!WHACK!

His teeth grind inside his clenched jaw, trying to keep his cries for mercy in. No satisfaction should be given for hurting an innocent man. Never.