Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Prologue: Silence is Golden ( Prologue )

Long, long ago, in a land far, far away…

 

That is what many would expect for the beginning of this story; the typical introduction, telling of a place that is so different from our own in time and space that we cannot even remember it.

 

Many a tale with similar content has started in such fashion, but this one will not. This story began, right here, perhaps even where you sit now, on the planet Earth. And it shall end, right here, perhaps even where you sit now, on the planet Earth.

 

But we have a ways to go before we can even consider the ending of this story. So for now you shall sit, and you shall listen. And you shall judge, like everyone else beside you. All that one can do is ask, no, plead with you to hold your judgment until that sorry time comes when the darkness has completely overtaken me and I can willingly accept your words. For now, leave me in peace. Let me finish what I have come to do, and then I will take whatever you give me. Let it all end first, before we can truly say that what I did was wrong and what I did was right.

 

Let me see him, at least once more, before it is over, before I will finally stop smiling for only the moon, stop crying for the stars; before I let the sun see-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was difficult for him to submit.

 

It had always been, ever since that first fateful moment, when he had resigned himself to this fate of his, even though at the time he had been willing.

 

And now it was difficult for him to process the fact that at one point, he had actually agreed to this willingly.

 

How can you even say that? He reminded himself quietly, making sure that thick mental blocks prevented his tormentors from reading into his mind. You asked for this, you even went down on you knees and pleaded for them to give you this chance. Do not go back on your word now; don't forget about him.

 

In his heart, a tear drop fell from a golden eye, despite his icy outer appearance. Only deep down in there would he admit to himself that yes, they were breaking him. It was a slow and painstaking process, for both he and the ones who stood above him now, but it was happening as surely as the rising sun. If he did not act soon, then he would be too far gone to ever attempt to save his brother.

 

His heart tightened around the words, drawing strength from the thought of it, and he raised his head for a moment, causing brilliant swirls that had darkened to amber to meet with luminous green. The bright orbs above him widened slightly, shocked by the outright display of insolence, and then they narrowed as lips set into a tight smile.

 

He did not turn his head, even as they dragged him to the wall and the shackles hanging from it. He held steady the sparking chain between them even as his shirt was torn from him by the sets of strong hands whose owners had neither names nor faces in his mind. It was only as they forced his rigid form to turn and face the other way, exposing the slender expanse of pale white skin on his back, that he was made to break the connection.

 

He would have held steady that gaze for eternity until the master had backed down, if not for the demons around him who were intent on obeying the master's every whim and desire. If the master's fancy might be to flay the flesh off his pet's back, so be it. Their twisted minds would only enjoy the show. He snarled briefly at them, glaring at the pretty faces who smiled unpleasantly back as they settled in comfortably nearby.

 

The laugh behind him abruptly cut short his own demonic growl, as he turned his head as far as possible so as to direct the death glare once more at the master. His death glare was met with the condescendingly amused smile so often on the master's face when he was dealing with the little kitty. It annoyed him to no extent, but he could do nothing as the long gold spiked braid trailing to his calves was tugged down to force his head back into position.

 

He felt the tongue of the whip lightly trace down his back, like the kiss of a lover, as an imaginary path was drawn to twist around his spine. It was not meant to be painful, not meant to summon nervousness within the victim or anything of the sort. The little cat never cried out, never reacted to anything if it was being done to his body. If the victim was another, the story might have been different, but for now at least he would not respond.

 

No, it was merely just another of the quirks between the two; little things that they would always do in while a set situation involving each other. The master knew that the teasing angered his pet and so he would, in the same way that the kitty knew holding his gaze would annoy the master. They danced around each other, nipping in with little attacks constantly, but never seriously attempting to cross the line of what was acceptable and what was not. It was part of the contract that they had laid out so long ago…

 

Smile at the moon, cry for the stars, and never let the sun see.

 

And so it begins.