Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ Through The Eyes of A Slave ( Chapter 2 )

Author's Note:

 

In contrast to the last chapter which was written to show Katan's inner most thoughts, this one will show Jason's. The Chapters will alternate in this way throughout the story. No warnings for this chapter.

 

VegoSacomoto— Thank you so much for being my first reviewer!! I promise many of the slave owners will get what's coming to them as the story progresses. But the story is going to get much much darker before the end. I will try to post appropriate warnings. Please keep checking back often for new chapters! I'll try to update weekly. **gives cookies**

 

Cellar_Door—Thank you for reading, and reviewing! I do intend to see this story through to the end, so keep checking back for more chapters! (I rarely abandon my stories once they have reviewers.) **gives cookies**

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Chapter 2

Through the eyes of a Slave

 

Jason tried hard to concentrate on the world around him, but his head felt cloudy. Everything felt as though it was a dream. He was aware of himself and others being led to a stage. He saw a sea of people but couldn't focus enough to make out anyone's face. He heard a great commotion, lots of loud fast speech. The words were too fast for his brain to make sense of them, they all ran together as if in some foreign language. He heard lots of screaming, it sounded close. He then heard a familiar sound that sent a shudder down his spine and a shock of adrenaline into his system. The adrenaline brought with it a sense of clarity. The screams had intensified, and he was able to locate it. It was coming from the little boy that he'd traveled here with. Had he been shot? Who shot him? His answer soon came as yet another shot rang out and the boy's screams and movement ceased. His reactions were slow, by the time he picked out the man who had done this horrible deed he was already re-holstering his weapon. The man was tall, slender but well built. He had long blonde-white hair with a blue stripe in the front. This blue gave him away, He was one of THEM, a vessel. Vessels were beautiful and incredibly powerful by nature, Godlike in their grace and strength, the world lay at their fingertips. All who witnessed one were instantly struck nearly dumb with awe and admiration. Jason hated Vessels. He had yet to meet one who wasn't cruel, sick and selfish. Vessels were gifted with special abilities beyond their grace and strength. Within them dwelt immense power. Sometimes this power was very specific, limiting the Vessel only to using certain elements, but some Vessels power was limited only by their imagination. Jason could tell from the cold expression on the man's face that he was among the more powerful of vessels. The more power the more conceited they seemed to be. Jason was still trying to comprehend why the terrible man had committed such a heinous act of cold blooded violence when the fast babbling began again and his mind gave in yet again to the fog. He barely felt himself being led to the center of the stage. The lights were so bright he could see nothing else. He seemed to be forced to stand there for quite some time before being led away.

 

"This one is known to be very violent, best let us secure him for you before you take him."

 

It suddenly dawned on Jason that they were speaking about him, slowly his mind unraveled the threads. This was a slave auction, and he had just been sold. He was somewhat aware of the feeling that he wanted to gag, and a slight sting somewhere in his face. He felt a warm stream of water flow down his chin, and wondered idly what it could be from. He was then very aware of the cold steel band that was being wrapped tightly around his neck, and the heavy chain that was being hung between it and the bands that were tightly holding his hands together. Another heavy chain was attached to his hand cuffs and run to his ankle cuffs. Jason felt a moment of sheer panic as he saw a black hood being lowered over his head. He resisted by writhing away, only to be reprimanded with a buckle of some sort the back of his head. The need to gag returned as everything went dark and the hood was cinched tightly to his face. Jason's whole world suddenly shrank to the size of that small hood, and he needed to get out at any cost. He began thrashing around, he tried to cry out, but found that he was unable to form words for some reason. The claustrophobia licked at the edges of his sanity as he tried to calm himself to no avail as his body continued it's frantic attempts at freedom.

 

Suddenly two very steady and strong hands were squeezing him firmly by the shoulders, holding him still until he had no choice but to relax and quit fighting.

 

"Easy now," said a stern voice, It was more of a command than an assurance, "your bonds will be released as soon as we get back to my room. Until then you'll have to trust my eyes."

 

Jason felt the tears stinging his eyes as he fought hard to control his hysterics, feeling completely helpless on top of being terrified. Again he tried to form words, but nothing came out but a low growl. Again a buckle caught the back of head, harder this time so as to be felt through the thick hood.

 

"Enough!" The voice sounded angry, and it made Jason jump, "If you'll be so kind I'd appreciate it if you abstain from abusing my new slave."

"Sure man, whatever, this monster is your problem now."

 

Jason felt a tug on the heavy leading chain also attached to his wrist cuffs. The burden then got considerably lighter as he was tugged gently into a slow walk. His hesitant walk made him clumsy as he stumbled several times.

 

"Trust me...I'm not going to steer you wrong." Jason nodded trying to take more confident steps, though his sedatives were still making him weak and shaky.

 

"Katan, there you are! I thought you'd never come out of that tent!"

"Yes, sorry Marie, but as you can see I was a bit busy."

"A new slave?"

"Yes."

"Do you intend to keep him or is he a gift?"

"If he's well behaved I'll keep him."

"and if he's not?"

"Then I'll try to train him."

"and if you can't?"

"Then I suppose I'll sell him."

 

'He looks to be in very good shape."

'He's a first time slave."

"First time?! Isn't he a bit old to be a first time?"

"Well yes I suppose that he is..."

"He must be nearly 19! They're hard to break this old you know."

 

"Break? Marie, he's not a horse!"

"Well as daddy says, every living thing that is going to be expected to submit to another must first have it's spirit and will broken."

"We shall see."

 

"I found some beautiful dresses, care to see?"

"Yes, and then we'll go get some lunch."

 

Jason made little sense of their conversation after that as they neared a very crowded area. Jason had to fight off the panic yet again as the crowd made him feel as though he were in even tighter quarters, as if every voice was inside the hood with him. From what little he could make out, the female voice, Marie, was showing this Katan fellow a dozen or so dresses, all of which he bought for her without a second thought.

 

He was then led to an even louder place, which the smells told him was a restaurant. Suddenly the voices and the clanking and the laughter were too much for him, he began fighting his bonds, desperate to be able to see something, anything but the relentless, sense-depriving darkness. He tried desperately to voice his pleas, but again the only sounds he could muster were low whiny growls.

 

"What's wrong with him? Is he having some sort of fit?" asked Marie

"Well crowds clearly make him anxious. I'm sure that damned hood isn't helping matters any."

"I'm guessing you're not a fan of the sensory hoods then?"

"No, I think they're a ridiculous and unnecessary invention."

"You know my father helped design the very first one ever produced!" The edge in Marie's voice was raw, unmasked anger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you," Katan's tone was overly apologetic, "come, let's not let this ruin our day. I hear they have excellent veal here."

"Very well." Marie now sounded wounded but reconciled, "If you hate hoods so much why did you have one put on him?"

"I didn't, the sellers insisted upon it."

"Why on earth would they do that? They only usually do that in cases of dangerous slaves."

There was a pause before Marie gasped, "He's not only a first time slave but also violent? And almost too old to have a prayer of being trained! Katan, are you insane?"

"Marie, please."

"Fine."

 

They had come to a stop now, and Jason could hear the sounds of two scraping chairs. There was a gentle downward tug on his chains as Katan whispered: "Kneel." Jason lowered himself to his knees on the hard wood floor. He tried desperately to recall any of the images he could of the few times he had seen slaves with their masters. He knew there were certain protocols, certain ways things had to be done to show maximum respect. While he was still very new to being a slave, and had no intentions of remaining as such for long, he still had no desire to give this man who may or may not be a cruel master, reason to administer a public punishment for a show of unintended disrespect. He had recalled hearing that when a slave is kneeling, it is most respectful for them to bow their head, place their hands behind their back, and rather than have their feet remain with the tops flat on the floor, it is better if the feet are raised so that only the bottom tips of the toes touch the floor, so that all the slave need do at his master's command is throw his weight backward to be in a standing position. The heavy chains hanging from his neck made bowing his head inevitable, but due to his wrist shackles he was unable to place his hands behind his back. With some degree of difficulty he managed the proper foot placement, realizing immediately how uncomfortable this was to the calf muscles, as they remained stretched and taunt, burning within just a few short minutes. This stance also made balancing harder, but Jason was determined to make a good impression on his new master. He had been so concentrated on his proper stance, that he had not noticed any of the racket in the room for quite some time until he heard his master's voice. It sounded angry, and Jason panicked for a moment hoping that he had not missed an order of some kind. He was quickly put at ease, when another male voice replied just as angry.

 

"Katan." Marie pleaded with him, sounding embarrassed.

"It's not my fault the man can't lose gracefully." Katan retorted.

"Lose? It's not I who has lost, my friend, if anything I should be thanking you from keeping me from spending such a ridiculous amount on such an obviously worthless mongrel of a slave." The other voice was snide now, and Jason suddenly realized that he recognized it from the auction; this was the voice of the other man who had been bidding on him.

"I am most certainly not your friend, and I'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from soiling my reputation by saying such things" Katan snapped.

"So hostel, Katan, I think it's you who's the sore loser, after all, you've kept this feud going for how many years now? When are you going to let go of this ridiculous grudge?" The other voice asked complacently.

"When I see you rotting in hell!" Katan spat.

"Not likely" the other man jeered.

 

Jason heard the chairs beside him scrape as someone rose from their table. Suddenly he felt a sharp piercing pain in the bottoms of his feet, he tried to scream, but it came out a wounded gurgle, and suddenly his mouth too felt very sore. Katan jumped to his feet. "You bastard!" he called out.

 

"He's not worth it darling, just sit down and wait for your food" Marie chided.

"Marie!" Katan was scolding her

"What?"

"You couldn't possibly expect me to let him sit there and suffer as we have our meal."

"My God, Katan, it's not like he's going to bleed to death."

 

Katan made a disgusted noise as he took a step and pushed in his chair.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to the hotel to tend to him." There was a lot of rustling as he spoke, "This should be enough money to pay for your dinner, your hotel room for the night and a ride back home. I wish you well."

 

Katan bent and scooped Jason effortlessly up into his arms.

 

"Katan..."

 

Katan began walking

 

"Wait a minute! Katan! …KATAN!"

 

He never once paused. He showed not even the slightest hesitation as he strode away.

 

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