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Traitor	By : MyouTakara Category: Zelda > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 9770 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Legend of Zelda, nor am I making any money off this fic (I am being bribed with fanart. Does that count?)

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Chapter Six

Green watched impassively as a dark mist fell over the dungeon, lulling all beings not of the Dark World into a deep sleep. Shadow rounded the corner a few moments later, surveying the scene before him.

“He's rather pathetic, isn't he?” Green asked, stepping through the bars of his cell.

Shadow scowled. “Don't call him that. He's becoming exactly what I want him to be. He needs me. Soon enough he'll see that everyone else detests him. I'll be all he has left, and even then only so long as he pleases me.”

Green scoffed. “Toys are so very boring once they're broken. I thought you wanted to kill him?”

Shadow waved him off, unlocking Vio's cell and stepping inside to pick him up. “I will, I will, when I'm bored with him. I'm taking him for a bath. I'll bring him back later.” He sighed. “I'm hoping to be able to move him soon, even though he failed his last test. First he needs to prove he won't run from me.”

Green's lips twitched into a smirk that seemed wrong on his face. “Another test? As you wish. You and your games, Lord Shadow. I don't think you've ever gotten quite this complex with one of your toys before.”

Shadow paused for a moment by the cell door. “None of the others were quite like him. He's far more. . . interesting.”

Green laughed as he watched him go. “Interesting, huh? I know you better than you know yourself. You're a damn fool, Shadow Link. A lovesick fool. I will enjoy watching you break. Misery is such a delicious flavor.” His appearance shifted, a Poe's malicious grin. He floated away down the hall, seeking the Hinox who guarded the depths of the dungeon.

“Vio! Vio, for goddesses' sake, wake up already!” Green was glaring down at him with his arms crossed- battered and bruised, but unrestrained. Vio felt a moment of relief. If Green was up and moving, then he wasn't hurt as badly as Vio had feared. “Hurry!” He hissed. “I found a way out. Get up!”

THAT captured Vio's attention. “You what, now?” He looked down at himself. His wrists were manacled, but only to each other, with a foot or so of chain between them. His legs weren't restricted and he wasn't attached to anything at all, though the heavy metal collar remained in place about his neck. That blasted tail and the ears were gone, but the purple ribbon was still tied to his collar.

“They moved us to a new cell while we slept.” Green whispered. “There's a hole under the box over there. It leads into a tunnel that connects to another cell, and there's a way out in there! Come on!” He grabbed Vio's chains and tugged insistently, but Vio hesitated.

“I don't think it's a good idea, Green. . . We'll get caught, and it'll be much worse.” He said quietly, head bowed. Didn't Green think he'd considered all this already? He was hoping Shadow would let Green go, but if they tried to run he never would. Honestly, the chances weren't very high regardless. . .

Green snorted. “Maybe you like having his cock shoved up your ass, but I sure as hell don't want it. Come on already!”

Vio shifted, hissing quietly at the fresh pain that shot up his spine from the slight movement. He was clean again, but oh so very, very sore. He had. . .had he really done that, right in front of Green? His face flushed with shame at the thought, and he couldn't look Green in the eye. “. . .You go. If you disappear I don't think he'll care. I'm the one he has the problem with. I'm the one he'd chase. I'll stay.”

“Fuck that!” Green snapped. He gripped Vio's chains with surprising strength, pulling him off the wooden bench in the room. Vio yelped when he hit the floor hard, but Green didn't seem to care at all. “Hurry the fuck up!” He half-pulled, half-dragged Vio to the aforementioned box, looking around to make sure they weren't being watched before shifting it to the side and grabbing Vio's collar, all but hurling him into the hole. Vio bit back a cry when he collided hard with the packed earth, scrabbling at the dirt beneath his fingers when white-hot pain flashed through him. How it hurt!

“The guards are coming! Get going!” Green jabbed him hard in the side with what felt like a stick (where did it come from?) and Vio grunted, forcing his aching limbs to move. The hole was small; his back scraped against the stone at the top, sending shooting sparks of agony with every movement. Trying to lower his body didn't help either; his muscles shook, strained and ached, barely-healed skin tore and bled, no matter what he did it hurt. . .

“Hurry up!” Green hissed from behind him. Vio jumped in surprise, biting back a yell when a sharp bit of rusted metal tore into his shoulder. He moved forward more quickly, turning corners and running into several dead ends (and finding a few stray rupees) before he spotted an exit up ahead. He crept towards it more slowly, peering out-

-Only to be roughly grabbed, hauled from the hole, and thrown harshly to the floor by a furious Shadow. Vio stared up at him fearfully, heart racing and body trembling. If only Green could get away!

But a cry told Vio he too was captured, and they were both in serious trouble.

Shadow's chest was heaving, his balled up fists shaking in his rage. Hate-filled red eyes fixed on Vio and he spat, “I gave you a chance, Vio. Everything would have been better if you hadn't tried to run. But NO! You can't even handle a simple thing like that, can you?! Can you?!” His black leather boot swung forward to connect with Vio's already bruised side, drawing a pained grunt. “No. No, you fucking can't.” He growled, turning his back on Vio. “Fine. Be that way.”

Looking past the looming Shadow he could see Green, held back by shadow-bonds and struggling, cursing his Hinox captors. They didn't try to hit him or keep him quiet. They didn't much seem to care what he did at all, more interested in watching Shadow in his fit of temper.

Shadow snapped his fingers and another pair of Hinox lumbered into the room, carrying a long, thick wooden beam between them. Shadow's eyes burned as he kicked Vio onto his back, securing his wrists above his head with a snap of his fingers. The beam-bearing Hinox came to stand by Vio's feet, one on either side of him. Shadow leaned in close, dark anger written on his face. “If I can't trust you to stay put,” he hissed, “I'll have to make sure you can't run at all.”

His eyes never leaving Vio's, he snapped his fingers again. The shadow-bonds wrapped tightly around Vio's ankles, yanking his feet up and binding them together on the beam. Vio felt his heart rate quicken. What in the world was Shadow doing?

Shadow seemed to savor his fear for a few moments more, snapping his fingers yet again to call something else to him, a flexible rod made of pale wood perhaps as wide as his thumb and maybe three feet long. Shadow dragged the end of it over Vio's cheek, watching the fear and confusion in his eyes with a twisted smile. He dragged it down over the older welts and bruises on his bare body, and Vio tensed, expecting him to strike his chest or stomach- but he didn't. He reached Vio's hips and removed the pole, turning away from Vio again to look at Green, momentarily blocking him from Vio's view- oh Goddeses, no! Don't hit Green please don't-

He whirled about faster than a deadly cobra, the pole singing through the air before it connected with the bottoms of Vio's feet. His entire body jerked and he screamed, yanking fruitlessly on his bound wrists and ankles. The Hinox holding the beam didn't even twitch. “You. Will. Learn!” Again and again Shadow struck him and Vio screamed, bruising every inch of the bottoms of his feet and leaving reddened, painful welts, though miraculously he never broke the skin.

One particularly hard smack- the twentieth? Fortieth? Vio couldn't say- snapped the rod clean in half. Shadow held up the broken end still in his hand and blinked at it with a slightly confused expression before tossing it away. Vio's chest was heaving as he struggled to regain his breath, watching Shadow through slightly fuzzy vision as he leaned in to inspect the damage, prodding his foot with a finger and frowning when Vio whimpered.

“Not enough.” He muttered to himself. His eyes landed on a torch burning just outside the cell and stalked over to it, snatching it from its holder and striding towards Vio with a malevolent grin on his face. Vio's eyes widened in fear and his lips moved soundlessly- oh Goddesses NO! Shadow held the burning torch as close to Vio's injured feet as he could without actually letting the fire touch him. The heat slowly reddened his skin and Vio tried futilely to squirm away from it, whimpers and pained gasps growing steadily louder until Shadow pressed the torch that much closer, drawing a pained scream before Shadow pulled the torch back, tossing it carelessly at a nearby Hinox (who fumbled with it, but somehow managed not to drop it or burn himself).

Shadow straightened and snapped his fingers. All at once Vio's feet came unbound from the beam and he was yanked upwards by his wrists, pulled up just high enough that his only option was to stand on his damaged feet. He cried out at the burning pain and lifted his feet off the ground, gripping the rope above him to try to take the strain off his wrists.

Shadow laughed at his pathetic attempts, leaning in close to his face with such a wicked smirk. “I wonder, how long can you stay like that, Vio?” He murmured, leaning in closer like he might kiss him, but instead reaching up to dig his claws into Vio's hands, forcing him to let go of the rope and land hard on his feet with a pained scream, tears running freely down his face while he gasped for breath. His vision swam and Shadow backhanded him. “None of that, now. You'll stay conscious or else.”

Shadow stepped back, watching Vio struggle and choke on his sobs for a time, his muscles straining to take the pressure off his feet again. “Nothing to say to me? Fine. Just remember, this is your own doing. If you'd stayed put I wouldn't have had to hurt you.” He turned and walked out without another glance, the Hinox following behind him.

“You're disgusting.” Vio flinched at the venom in Green's tone. “You wanted him to catch us, didn't you? Did you even fucking look before sticking your head out?! You're such an idiot! I thought you were supposed to be the smart one, Vio?! And now look at you, you can't even STAND!”

“I'm sorry. . .” Vio whispered, averting his eyes like a coward in the face of Green's anger. He didn't try to defend himself or his actions. It was useless, anyway. Green hadn't been hurt, and that was the important part. If he hated him for his apparent cowardice, well. . .

His hands slipped and his feet hit the stone. Spots danced in front of his eyes and he groaned, struggling to take some of the pressure off his feet with his weakened arms, but he didn't have the strength to lift himself again, not even an inch. His head hung to his chest, the ache never letting up as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to ease the pain. It felt like his very nerves were on fire, spreading the pain far up along his shaking legs and making sweat gather on his brow. He thought his feet might just go numb with the never-ending pain, but he didn't seem to be so lucky, nor would blissful unconsciousness come to him.

Hours passed while he hung like that, only half-aware of his surroundings. It might have even been a full day or more, Vio wasn't sure, but he felt blisters form and break on his burned feet. He knew that wasn't a good sign, but he couldn't bring himself to try to do anything about it. Green said not a word, and every time he glanced at him he read only hatred and disgust in his eyes, like he was worth no more than the filth on the dungeon floor. Maybe he wasn't.

The cell door clanged open, snapping Vio from his stupor. Half a dozen Hinox stepped through, most carrying thick clubs, one a sharp-looking wooden spear tipped with flint. The last slammed the door shut behind him. Perverse grins stretched on their faces as they surrounded him, setting off alarm bells in the back of Vio's mind. Shadow was nowhere in sight.

The biggest of the Hinox, standing a good two feet taller than Vio, came to a stop directly in front of him, scowling. “Master Shadow is greatly displeased,” it grunted, its accent thick and hard for Vio to understand (the thing could speak?). “He says you must be punished.”

Vio swallowed thickly. So, he'd finally pushed him too far, then, and Shadow was making good on his promise to hand him over to the Hinox. He knew it was coming.

The Hinox''s eyes narrowed. “I'm told you're the Hero in purple. Is this true?” Vio nodded silently, and the large hand not holding the big Hinox's club clenched into a fist at least as large as Vio's head. The other Hinox around him shifted, restless.

“Then you're the one who killed my brother, when he was guarding the Dark Mirror those months ago.” Vio barely remembered the half-drunk Hinox who'd found him that night, the night he'd betrayed Shadow. Apparently the same could not be said for the other Hinox.

The first blow caught him off-guard. One of the Hinox behind him swung its massive club into his side, cracking ribs and bruising flesh. A sharp scream escaped Vio's lips before he gritted his teeth, chest heaving.

The big Hinox laughed, long and hard so his stomach jiggled. “Pathetic Hylian. Look at you now.” His fist buried itself in Vio's gut and quite literally lifted him off his feet, bending him over double coughing and hacking. Another club swung towards his legs, shattering his right knee completely, but he couldn't get the breath to scream before more blows rained down upon him, one after the other.

One of them drove the spear deep into his thigh, twisting it to worsen the wound before yanking it back out, missing his femoral artery by only a hair's breadth. Blood poured from the wound, and others soon joined it as the spear plunged into whatever flesh it could reach until one of the club-wielders accidentally hit it, snapping the stone blade from the wooden shaft and leaving it buried deep in Vio's side. The Hinox held up its broken weapon and roared, leaping onto the offending club-wielder and rolling about the room, tussling with him.

The other four ignored the fight, chanting something in their own guttural language. The big Hinox grunted an affirmative, reaching one of its massive hands up to clamp about Vio's bound wrists and pull. Vio screamed for all he was worth as the small bones in his hands and wrists were crushed, ligaments torn and tendons mangled under the power of the Hinox's grip. Finally the shadow-bonds came loose from the ceiling and the Hinox dropped Vio on the floor. His head hit the stone with a loud crack and stars danced in front of his eyes as the corners of his vision went black.

The big Hinox grabbed Vio by the hair, yanking him up on his busted knees until his face was level with the monster's groin. He lifted his rough tunic, exposing his raging hard-on to Vio's eyes. Oh Goddesses help me!

“Open.” When Vio didn't immediately comply one of the other Hinox stomped on his right leg near the knee, driving the wound against the stone and tearing a hoarse scream from Vio's lips. The big Hinox took the opportunity to cram itself inside his mouth, ramming the stinking appendage against the back of his throat. Vio gagged and tried to bite down, but it was like trying to bite thick, foul-tasting leather. Snickering, the big Hinox pulled Vio's head back and pushed him down again, trying to force as much of its cock into Vio's mouth as it could. His hands dangled uselessly in front of him, still bound. His left arm was bent as a strange angle and his right elbow was in much the same shape as his knee. Blood ran freely from wounds in both.

Rough, too-large hands seized his legs and pulled them from under him, spreading them wide and pulling still, straining sliced muscles and shattered bones. Another pair of hands grabbed his hips and the cock in his mouth muffled his screams as another leathery dick (smaller than the one in front of him, but larger, certainly, than anything Shadow had fucked him with) slammed into him from behind, ripping and tearing his most delicate flesh with a kind of wild, cruel abandon even Shadow at his worst hadn't shown.

But the worst, oh the worst of all was Green. The shadow-bonds that held him had dissolved, but he didn't move to help. He stood by the bars and he watched. And while he watched, he laughed.

Green laughed, and laughed, and laughed.

None of them heard the footsteps on the dungeon stairs.

“Oh Goddesses. . .What are you doing?! Get away from him! GET AWAY!” A shrill shout rang out and a sword sang through the air. The big Hinox's head sailed across the room to smack the brawling pair, who blinked and looked around stupidly for a moment before Shadow descended upon them too. Vio fell to the floor with pained groan when the two holding his legs dropped him, the screams of the dying Hinox registering only distantly as Shadow hacked them to pieces.

Vio turned his head slowly to stare at the laughing Green. A severed Hinox arm flew at him, through him, and still Green laughed, head thrown back in his mirth. His body rippled like water, dissolved and changed until a only a shapeless, grinning Poe remained, its bright eyes gleaming in the gloom of the dungeon. Vio stared, eyes unfocused, his mouth dropping open in shock. Green?. . .

Shadow whirled on the Poe next, black blood dripping from the blade he held where its throat would be. “You. . .you. . .you were supposed to tell me if any of them tried anything! No one but me was to touch him!” Not-Green only laughed harder and Shadow snarled, snapping his fingers so that shadow-bonds wrapped tightly around the Poe, binding it to te cell wall and holding it there.

Shadow sheathed his sword and hurried to Vio and knelt beside him, lifting him carefully from the puddle of blood that had gathered around him, much of it his own. He carefully cradled Vio against his chest, holding him like a precious porcelain doll found smashed by a jealous sibling. Without so much as another glance at the still-laughing Poe, Shadow ran from the dungeon as quickly as he could.

“Hold on Vio, please, just hold on.”

Back in the gore-strewn cell, the Poe's laughter finally quieted to chuckles. It breathed deeply, a great, shuddering breath that rattled its chest and made the area around it grow cold. “Delicious.”
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