Get Away

× Twenty-One ×

A/N: when you accidentally publish the wrong chapter- oops. Can you all tell how tired I am already, lol.
[Gore warning]

NPG smirked, watching the small puddle of blood around EX. EX glanced over at NPG, his eyes pleading for mercy as the robot giggled at his state. He pulled a knife from the table, bringing it to the pinned mans chest, then plunged it deep into him. Before EX respawned, he pulled the knife away so that the object wouldn't be in his chest, then put it back on the table.

EX felt the heretics fork dig into his skin as he tried to look at Grian, who had decided to stand up at the edge of the bed. NPG walked up to the bindings on EX's arms and broke them free, then put new ones on that helped him sit up and lean against the best head board, the heretics fork being removed from his neck.

"Look at yourself." EX didn't listen. "Look at yourself!"

EX flinched and looked down, seeing the scars of everything that had happened, shaking as he viewed all the marks. "It's so disgusting how you let us do this, so pathetic how you can't fight back. Look at how weak you are."

EX gagged on the metal in his mouth, trying to saying something- anything to get them to leave him alone, but he couldn't make a sound. Grian and NPG laughed before they exited the room, leaving EX to whimper and curl up as he prepared himself for more.

(The gore is done now)

Rowan strutted into the Kings throne room, where the man himself sat. The knight got on one knee and bowed his head. "Your royalty?"

"What do you want?" The king looked over to Rowan, a finger tapping on the arm of his Royal chair.

"I have been informed of a rescue committee for Xavier."

"A what?"

"A rescue squad of the delinquents. The people that went missing as soon and Xander did."

"Tell the watchers we need more help. Use the blackmail. Now!"

"As you wish." Rowan stood and calmly walked out, a villainous smirk on his face. As he began walking back, he thought about how he missed how Wels used to respect him.

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"Wels, you stepped out of line!" The elder knight slapped him upside the head, frowning heavily. "This is why you can't get farther in your training!"

"Master, I'm working out the--"

"No! Don't tell me you're 'working out the kinks' again! I've had enough!" Rowan roughly grabbed the nape of Wels' neck, causing him to cry out in pain and fling his arms to his neck as he was dragged to a tub filled to the brim with freezing ice. Rowan held him up, tossing him into the bath and spilling a bit from the sides as Wels crashed into it. "If you dare come out before I say, you'll be given a worse punishment."

"Y-yes sir," Wels shivered, unable to keep himself warm from the cloth inside sticking to the inside of his armour. Rowan grinned and walked off, speaking to a different guard before exiting.

How long will I be here? I don't want to freeze... When will he come get me? I can't feel my fingers or toes... Were the only thoughts roaming his head, unable to focus on anything other than the freezing clothed bath he was forced into.

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Wels felt a shiver run up his spine. Something was going wrong. He could feel it. He expected that Rowan didn't follow through with his promise. Of course he wouldn't have, what did Wels expect from him?

He growled under his breath ever so slightly as he disgracefully danced around the alley, putting things where he see fit and stocking up on the nonperishables.

They had even more work piled on now that this had happened, which was just splendid.