Believe in Me

Overpowered (2)

Chaos was eager for the next few minutes to pass. Why did the king ask him to wait to go in to the room that held his new prize, it wasn’t like she wasn’t expecting him if she was even awake by now. The kid was either still unconscious or scared out of her mind, the perfect target either way, and here he was, waiting for what seemed to be absolutely no reason. He was leaned back against the wall just a foot from the door that would take him to the child, running a scarred hand through his messy, auburn hair as he stared down at the figures that were sitting against the wall across from him. Over the course of time he had managed to dig through the weak and worthless spirits that joined Pitch, managing to find a few that actually had some skill. Two of those were the ones that had accompanied him to the pole, the purple haired spirit mindlessly clawing into thin air, jittering strangely with a twisted smile still implanted into his cheeks. He was weird, but that creepy composure was forgettable once Chaos saw the complete sadism in the male, the lust for blood and the careless attitude towards morals. He could kill anyone in the cruelest way and laugh through the torture; it genuinely made him happy to slaughter, to watch others suffer. The other companion, Wolf, was more controlled by far. He was street smart, knew how to pull a trap and didn’t care for people. His ability was powerful and he rarely pulled an act like he did in the pole, rarely refused to follow an order.
Besides those two, there were three more that Chaos decided were decent enough to fight for him specifically… but his favorite was easily the one that was seated directly in front of him, staring down at the black boots most of the spirits were given to wear with their uniforms, silent and unmoving though his eyes were flickering from side to side as if he were mapping something. He was genius, loyal, and powerful all in one, he wouldn’t refuse a fight and wasn’t too cocky with the strength that he possessed. Rune was a special one, Chaos could honestly for the first time say that they were lucky that he had walked in those doors, not looking to harm the guardians specifically, but to fight with others, to join a group. Despite how he claimed that he’d rather work alone, despite the fact that he rarely kept any friends due to how bluntly and uncaringly he’d speak, the young man was likeable enough to be almost enjoyable to be around. The spirit of havoc was at least thankful that he didn’t have to waste the time waiting alone. Even if no one was speaking, he liked the feeling of dominance he received from seeing the small group of spirits that he had formed.
“The time the king stated is up. It should be good, master,” Wolf muttered, looking down at a small stopwatch in his palm. Finally, that kid had kept him waiting long enough. He turned on his heels, pulling up from the wall and shoving the double doors open, uncaring to the slamming noise it’d make teamed with the echo of the large and mostly empty room. The boom shook the girl, whether waking her up or surprising her, he didn’t care. Ilia raised her head, wide and extremely bright eyes meeting his before they closed tightly, the kid beginning to struggle mindlessly to try and break free. From what he knew, all of the spirits were tied up the same, a cloth over the mouth to keep them from yelling, hands tied behind their backs, and ankles cuffed down to a metal chair’s legs. They each had a collar clicked onto their necks, the metal ring suiting her in his opinion; all mutts needed collars. “Chill out,” He yawned as he made his way towards her, hardly caring for a dramatic entrance. Whatever Viola was doing with the other kid and whatever the nightmare king was doing with Jack Frost didn’t matter. She was finally his, completely his own. He even engraved it into her skin, but now she was here and wouldn’t be getting out. Honestly he wasn’t sure what to feel with this victory. Revenge was certainly something he wanted back, but he also wanted to steal Death’s only joy… but now it was here… and all the thoughts on what to do with her slipped his mind despite the most obvious decision. She was a dog; she had the ears of a fox and the tail of a fox, the teeth of a canine and the paw-like feet of a mutt. No matter how humanoid she might’ve been, those attributes alone were enough to make his job easy. A dog would be the best form of servant. It wouldn’t talk, it would eat when food was given, and it would do what was told or be ready to suffer. He’d train her and break her and if he got bored he’d throw her back to the reaper and see his expression when he realized that the kid he put his pride in had been reduced to a mindless animal.
Despite what he had asked, she was still trying as hard as she could to break free of the bonds, obviously realizing the situation she was currently in. There wasn’t anyone to save her here, and there was nothing she could do to make him leave. She got lucky that one time when he found her in the woods, both fortunate that he hadn’t killed her (it had been tempting) and that she got away. He could’ve dragged her back with him right there, but he was so excited to see what would happen when her ‘protector’ or whatever saw the wounds he left. That didn’t matter though, she was here now, and he could finally get to work with his new form of entertainment. “I said stop,” he repeated, his voice flaring boldly, warningly as he reached the chair and stood over her, somewhat around a foot away from the child. She flinched at his tone, but slowly stopped, still tense but sitting frozen in the seat, her eyes focused anxiously at her small brown boots. At least she was smart enough to know when to stop. One more thing he wouldn’t have to beat into her. “Look at me,” he exclaimed, his voice strong and dominant, commanding her attention and demanding her obedience. After a second or two of consideration her head slowly raised up, those unusual eyes blinking up at him warily. There was no fear in them, to his surprise, but she was obviously nervous as all hell; he could do anything to her right now, she was helpless. “From now on, you listen just like you just did. Do what I tell you to and you’ll be fed. Don’t do it and I’ll beat you to hell and back. Got it?” She turned her head away, her arms tensing further; he could barely see her fingers closing into fists behind her back. She was readying herself for a blow… At least she knew that he’d do it. Instead of hitting her though, Chaos grabbed her chin and knelt down, forcing her head harshly back where he wanted it and glaring into her eyes, his neon yellow irises burning with a beast-like anger. Ilia cowered slightly, her shoulders coming up defensively, a wince showing from where she was still prepared to be punched. Whatever… The kid could stay afraid for all he cared. “You’re mine, got it? Mine. You aren’t yours, you are mine.” He would force that thought into her mind over and over until eventually it’d be the only thing her head could focus on. Chaos stood back up from the kneeling position he was in, looking down at her coldly, making sure not to convey any emotion at all, just an uncaring superiority over her. “Now I’m going to state some rules… so listen up.” He began to pace the room, making sure that she could see him at every step but not being fond of staying in one place for a long period of time. She watched silently, anxious eyes following and focusing on him with each movement. “Rule one, you don’t speak. I know you can do that bark thing, so do it. If I catch you speaking I’ll tear you up.” It was a strange enough rule, but it would establish the want for her to be completely void of herself once he was finished. She wouldn’t be a person in her mind anymore, she would listen to him with nothing to stop her. Along with that, speaking meant communicating, which meant she could find a way to possibly escape with another spirit, whether from his side or her’s. He wasn’t up to chasing her down again and was pretty sure that the next time she got lose he’d just break her neck and be done with it, so it was for her own good to shut up.  Ilia looked somewhat surprised, then irritated, realizing that he was falling back on the ‘animal’ claim. There was no doubt in his mind that she hated being called that, but he didn’t care. She’d either listen right away or break a bone or two before figuring it out. “Rule two, you don’t bite and you don’t do that electric thing. If you hurt me or anyone else without me asking you to do so, you’ll get that pain back doubled.” He continued pacing as he thought up the basics of what she’d need to do, only barely seeing her frustrated expression from the corner of his eye. “I can add more rules when I feel they’re needed. Is this clear enough for you or do I have to repeat myself?” She only glared as he turned back to face her, the nature spirit no doubt mentally refusing his commands. Chaos began to walk back towards her, realizing that she didn’t flinch this time; she was calm despite the heavy rising and falling of her chest that indicated that she was at least somewhat angry. No matter. He reached around and grabbed one of her arms, jerking them uncomfortably towards him so that he could rip off the binds holding her small wrists together. Ilia winced at the strain on her arms but didn’t make any noise at all. He then backed up, pulling her quickly so that the ties around the girl’s ankles ripped as well, pulling her up by her wrist and throwing her forward, letting her stumble at her own free will. The second she caught her footing the spirit of curiosity was gone, running so quickly that his eyes could hardly keep up, rushing towards the doors that he had entered through and pushing to only realize that one of Chaos’ spirits had locked them. Finding out pretty quickly that she was trapped now, Ilia spun around and lit her entire body in electricity, an ability that she was thankful that she had mastered. He wouldn’t hit her like this, she’d be okay until she lost the energy to keep the lightning flowing… but she was wrong. Within two seconds of the bright sparks flickering from her body they had died down once more, reducing to nothing. Her eyes widened in surprise; why had they gone away…?! The taller man shook his head slowly as he made his way after her, watching the child back up against the wall behind her to try and get away from him, anything to distance herself from the sadistic monster that finally had caught her. She figured that Jack or Cloti had to be somewhere nearby, maybe they had broken out, maybe she could warn them that they might get stuck like this too. Ilia quickly reached up and tore off the cloth blocking her mouth, coughing out the cotton-like material that had been lodged in front of her throat and opening her lips quickly to scream, to warn them, to do anything… but she was too late. Chaos grabbed her, jerked her forward and clasped his large hand over her small mouth, hushing her muffled cries as she tried to ignite herself in electricity again and again, the sparks not starting to her dismay. She was truly trapped, trying to get her mouth open enough to bite him but finding herself unable to with how strong his grip was over her face, trying to struggle out but being weak compared to his strong form. Her daggers were gone, probably taken up before she had woken up… She was alone and disarmed. “What did I tell you?” the man holding her growled, his nails digging into her arms purposefully as she continued her luckless struggle. “You don’t speak.” Using one hand to restrain the girl, Chaos grabbed the fabric from the vest-like shirt she wore and tore it in a jagged rip, exposing her stomach and the words that were scarred into it. He took the excess cloth and tied it tightly around her mouth once more, then threw her to the ground with as much force as he could manage. He was growing irritated with how difficult she was being; she wouldn’t win this so why did she even try? If he couldn’t get to her with words though, he’d use the best method he could think of. The spirit of havoc got to her before she could pick herself up off the ground, putting his boot on her back and shoving her to the ground, stepping down on her with enough force to make it obviously hurt but not quite enough to break her spine. Ilia tried to throw him off with no result, her eyes closing tightly in pain but only a muffled cry running from her mouth; the cloth did its job. “Now I’m going to pick you up and untie that muzzle and you’re going to bark for me, you hear? If you don’t I’ll find your friends and snap their necks. I’m sure the king’ll forgive me eventually,” he sneered, watching her expression grow fearful before it fell to a weak hopelessness. Good, that was what he wanted to see. He picked her up by her collar, unable to lift her by her vest now due to how high the bottom of the shirt was from where he tore it, glad that the metal circlet around her neck had been placed on her; it was a good handle. He snagged off the fabric around the kid’s mouth and replaced it once more with his palm. “I’m gonna let go. Remember, bark.” Then he slowly pulled his hand away. Pitch had told him to keep her as quiet as possible, telling Viola the same thing, wanting to make sure they didn’t know that their friends were present. It would renew a bold defiance in them that he didn’t want to deal with. Thankfully though, she didn’t yell like he halfheartedly expected her to. Instead she cracked her mouth open and let out what sounded like a tiny yip of a noise, her eyes growing slightly glossy. Due to the brightness of them, it was pretty easy to see when she was on the verge of crying, and it was obvious that this was shredding any form of pride she had managed to store up… which was his plan. “Again, I couldn’t hear it.” Chaos felt a small tug at the corner of his mouth forming as he gave a small smirk. Once again she made that noise, a noise that only a dog could make. He remembered something being mentioned about how she could speak to animals using their specific calls and voices, taking note of that. That would mean she’d have to know how to speak in the language of a dog, which worked well for what he was trying to train her to be like. “One more time.” With each order he could practically see her heart falling further in her chest, her hands weakly helping her neck support her weight as he held her small form off the ground. A second or so later she barked, a tiny tone but it was good enough for a start. “Good,” he grinned, dropping her back to the ground and allowing his pleased smirk to shine through to her. “See, it ain’t that hard,” he exclaimed, allowing his voice to be somewhat mocking. It was almost amusing to see the girl on her knees at his feet, her head bowed in her own shame and her eyes holding back the tears that were obviously going to come at some point. She was a kid, a girl. Any kid or any girl cried, it was a form of weakness that he’d never have. “Now come with me, I have to find you a shirt before some pervert jumps on you.” He smiled as he could feel her surprise and horror at the thought without even looking at her, listening to her small feet scrambling up to support her once more. As he looked over his shoulder he could tell her eyes were glistening, but she refused to release that pain. Either way… that had been much easier than he had been expecting. Either she was planning on making a break for it when he wasn’t looking or she was a hell of a lot more afraid of him than he thought.
Chaos threw the doors open, waiting for her to get closer before tucking his fingers into the side of her collar; he wasn’t going to risk her running off. The five spirits that obeyed him looked up, no doubt hopeful to hear the stories of how he threw her around, beat the kid until she begged… things they were used to. They were obviously not expecting her to be bruiseless and mostly unharmed. If anything, Ilia looked partially violated with how her shirt was ripped. Only Wolf seemed to catch a thought of what Chaos might’ve done, but probably cherished his life more than to ask if his master had done something to the kid. “Venny, find me some clothes for her,” he ordered immediately, watching the man jump up from his shuttering, awkward stance and run down the hall. “The rest of you are free to go.” On cue, each of the spirits rose and started down the hall. Chaos paused, watching them quietly before speaking up once more. “Rune!” He called. One turned around, the spirit he had been praising just earlier, the younger spirit with the blonde hair, the skilled fighter. “Check on Pitch.” The boy nodded firmly before turning and walking back the way he was headed. Ilia was somewhat confused. It was one of the first times she had heard Chaos not address Pitch Black as a king, his voice almost cold and sneering when he told that one spirit to ‘check’ on him. But that didn’t matter compared to everything else… She could yell or run but that would put Jack and Cloti at risk, wherever they were. That one purple haired, poisonous spirit said he had done something to Grey, put a spell of some sorts on him… Chaos had mentioned something about how he wasn’t going to wake up for a while… She was trapped, feeling embarrassed and worthless, exposed with the shredded clothing and completely lost on how to get out of this. She didn’t want someone to have to save her, she wanted to protect herself, but she couldn’t without her weapons or her electricity. Her life depended on someone who wouldn’t care to throw it away… her life depended solely now on Chaos, at least until she somehow got free… and she hated every second of it. “So, kid, speak.” She paused, considering throwing it all away, just telling him to screw off, to leave her alone. She considered taking the hits with at least her pride at stake, doing things how Grey would do them. She wanted so badly to do it, to scream at Chaos, to hit him and to accept the blows she’d take back with dignity… but instead, she found herself answering him with a quiet, dog-like bark.