The Prince of Darkness

Chapter 22: Fight

Back on the ship I felt like I had been under a ship when it crashed, and I meant when it skidded, and finally came to a stop. I felt like I had been ripped apart, and battered, and crushed by tons of pounds. Lincoln had taken me to the infirmary, and he was in there also, although I didn't know why. When I felt well enough to give Lincoln a piece of my mind I stood up, and headed over to the other side of the curtain that was dividing Lincoln and I. Lincoln sat up when he saw me, and quickly sent the droid away.

"How are you? I know Marth's ways of getting information aren't exactly pleasant." Lincoln says.

I scoff.

"Pleasant?!?! They aren't humane!" I say.

Lincoln sighs, and holds his head in his hands.

"How could you let him do that to me?" I ask.

I could feel the tears coming, and I didn't want to cry in front of him, but I might not of had a choice.

"Kira, when he wants something he gets it. I don't know how you were able to keep your mind closed off to him for this being your first time. If I tried to do anything he would of definitely been worse." Lincoln says.

"Worse! There's a worse?" I ask.

The tears were definitely coming now.

"There's always a worse with Marth." Lincoln says.

"But you just let it happen! You didn't even try to stop him, or warn me what he was going to do! You only stopped him when he started using lightning, and it was for your own reasons!" I yell, and even punched his chest.

I saw Lincoln's face passively show pain.

"Do you think I wanted that to happen?!?!" Lincoln asks.

"You didn't seem to mind!" I yell.

"I never wanted that to happen to you! I wanted you to stay on the ship! Marth demanded I bring you though! You're not the only person who's gone through Marth's torture, and you're surely not the last, and yours isn't continuous!" Lincoln shouts.

I'm still angry, but then I remember Lincoln had something happen to him also.

"What did he do to you? Wait, let me rephrase that what does he do to you?" I ask.

My arms were still crossed, and I was still glaring, but I was also worried about Lincoln.

"It's nothing you need to concern yourself with." Lincoln snaps back hastily.

"Yes it is! You're my friend Lincoln, and friends don't let their friends be tortured by a psycopathic being of unimaginable power, and hate. And if they do it's for a good reason apparently." I say, the last part I said was said very scathingly.

Lincoln looks at me, and in that moment I see the eyes of a broken human being. I didn't know if he was going to cry, or angrily through something. I feel my whole emotions soften.

"Nothing Kira, it's nothing." Lincoln says trailing off.

"Please tell me, or I'll find out the hard way, and I know you don't want that." I say, and walk over to Lincoln I crouch down in front of him.

"Yes, Marth threatens people with emotional abuse, but also physical abuse for certain people. He can sense when his followers don't have the certain mind set he wants them to have. He sensed it when you were with me that night." Lincoln says.

"The scratches." I breathe.

Lincoln nods.

"He was reminding me of what he does to me, and what he would do to you if I mess up." Lincoln says.

I look up.

"Why would he harm me to get something through to you?" I ask.

Lincoln lets out a small smile.

"I don't know." Lincoln says.

"He cut you didn't he?" I ask.

Lincoln doesn't say anything.

"Lincoln please, did he cut you on your back?" I ask.

"Yeah. Yeah he did." Lincoln says.

I can tell he was trying to not show any weakness in front of me.

"Let me see." I say.

"Kira." Lincoln says.

"Let me see." I demand.

Lincoln sighs, and shrugs off the shirt that I had just realized had been very loosely pulled around him. When I see his back I find myself appalled. Scratches marked up all of his back. I felt drawn towards him, and I walked forward, and before I could stop I traced a scar with my finger shivers so strong they felt like lightning coursed through my arm to my heart causing it to beat erratically. I felt Lincoln relax at my touch, and I felt my heart flutter.

Quickly realizing what we were doing I backed away, and Lincoln pulled his shirt back on. He cleared his throat, and turned around.

"Why do you like him he's terrible to you, and he's just evil." I ask.

"I don't like him." Lincoln says.

"Then why do you stay?" I ask.

"Because he has the plan and the power. I'm just the face of it, and I believe in what he's trying to do." Lincoln says.

"Lincoln someone like this cannot have anything good planned at all." I say.

Lincoln doesn't say anything, but he sits with his arms on his legs, and his hands were fidgeting. He looked away from me. When he looked back at me and I saw he was trying really hard not to cry in front of me.

"Lincoln it's me. You don't have to hide your feelings from me." I say.

Lincoln looks down, and I see a tear fall from his face, and fall onto the floor. I made my way over to him. I sat next to him, and one hand grabbed his shoulder away from me, and the other found his hand.