Unwanted
Title: Unwanted
Section: within the Gate
Summary: There is no bottom in hell
Note: I finally wrote my special gate babies ::smirks:: nothing explicit.
Edward hated this place. Once, he’d thought that there were only so many ways that he could hurt, feel pain, be miserable or shamed. That was before he was shown that his body was no longer his own, and that he would feel what they wanted him to feel. It wasn’t always pain he was inflicted with, sometimes, it was pleasure, and that was ever so much worse.
He’d think that an end would be reached in what they could do, that there was nothing that hadn’t already been done, and only then would they toss some new horror in his face. Something that was created for the sole purpose of destroying those few untouchable places in him. He didn’t know when his good memories started to get so hazy.
Then one day the Gate surpassed all the horrors that it had inflicted on him in the past. It showed him one of the few things that could break his heart and pride. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but they became his gauge in a way.
The first was a girl that was little more than five, all gold radiance and malicious smiles, talking to him in soothing tones as she did horrible things to his already broken body. The next looked older, was entirely different, but there was something of his mother there, her smile flickering to view for that small pain filled moment before the child stepped up as the first had to make him scream.
He didn’t know how many there were, those children that had too much of a similarity to him at times, but at others looked heartbreakingly like family or people he simply knew they should not resemble. If his reaction was not strong enough, then they wouldn’t come again, but a few… Oh a few came again and again to him, letting him watch as the dark, sharp toothed beings grew into near perfect resemblance to memories that were already far too hazy.
The one that looked so much like his younger brother was the one that truly made him wish that he could give up more than he already had to these beings, to convince them to stop this in some way he hadn’t already tried. It was the only one that didn’t say the same words, call him the same thing.
It was the only one that never called him daddy.
Section: within the Gate
Summary: There is no bottom in hell
Note: I finally wrote my special gate babies ::smirks:: nothing explicit.
Edward hated this place. Once, he’d thought that there were only so many ways that he could hurt, feel pain, be miserable or shamed. That was before he was shown that his body was no longer his own, and that he would feel what they wanted him to feel. It wasn’t always pain he was inflicted with, sometimes, it was pleasure, and that was ever so much worse.
He’d think that an end would be reached in what they could do, that there was nothing that hadn’t already been done, and only then would they toss some new horror in his face. Something that was created for the sole purpose of destroying those few untouchable places in him. He didn’t know when his good memories started to get so hazy.
Then one day the Gate surpassed all the horrors that it had inflicted on him in the past. It showed him one of the few things that could break his heart and pride. He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but they became his gauge in a way.
The first was a girl that was little more than five, all gold radiance and malicious smiles, talking to him in soothing tones as she did horrible things to his already broken body. The next looked older, was entirely different, but there was something of his mother there, her smile flickering to view for that small pain filled moment before the child stepped up as the first had to make him scream.
He didn’t know how many there were, those children that had too much of a similarity to him at times, but at others looked heartbreakingly like family or people he simply knew they should not resemble. If his reaction was not strong enough, then they wouldn’t come again, but a few… Oh a few came again and again to him, letting him watch as the dark, sharp toothed beings grew into near perfect resemblance to memories that were already far too hazy.
The one that looked so much like his younger brother was the one that truly made him wish that he could give up more than he already had to these beings, to convince them to stop this in some way he hadn’t already tried. It was the only one that didn’t say the same words, call him the same thing.
It was the only one that never called him daddy.