The Party Continues Part II (Markus' Island)

The Party Continues Part II (Markus' Island)
(OOC: Continuation of Hogsmeade, The Shrieking Shack, The Party Continues, Part I)
(combined threads from previous site)

DAMIR

Damir shoved the handcuffed, Frank Cole in the waiting arms of two very large guards. He shoved Brennan into the waiting hands of two others. Reaching down he unwound the leach from Marco's hands and yanked on it hard. "Come on Pet. I'm thirsty and I need to check on a few things." Looking at the guards, he said, "Bring them along and don't be gentle about it. They are all about to start their training."

When he reached the hall, he sat down in one of the chairs, tugged Marco to the floor beside him and took the cold, offered goblet from the bowing servant. He nodded to the floor in front of him where the guards would deposit the other two wizards. Looking around he motioned to a guard to come close. "How is my brothers nap coming along?"

"Very well, my Lord Damir. He is in the last stages. He should be done in about half an hour. Would you like him to join you here?"

"Yes, of course. He can help me with these." Damir waved his hand at Frank Cole and Brennan. Damir put down his goblet. He rubbed his chin as he watched the two men in front of him. "Undo that ones," he waved toward Cole, "handcuffs, but watch him. Remove their robes and shirts. Turn out their pants pockets."

COLE

Cole tried not to shake his head. He had hoped to be out of the Shack by the time the poly-juice had worn off. He wanted to find Marco. He wanted to find out where Damir was. He wanted to find out information about the clan. But, he hadn't planned on getting captured and restrained to take care of all of this. Now he was stuck.

When the cuffs were removed from his wrists, he could feel the skin tearing. His wrists were thicker than the person he was portraying. He couldn't try and run, because Brennan would still be stuck there and Marco was not going anywhere. He couldn't even get Marco to look him in the eyes. He had told Darik not to follow because he didn't want the elf on the island if that was where he ended up.

Cole's robe was yanked off him and his shirt was torn from his body. Rough hands turned out his pockets. So much for hiding an extra tracker. He saw out of the corner of his eye, the boot that was coming at him. He lost track of the hits and kicks to his body, before he was pulled to his knees and his forehead was jammed to the hard stone floor.

"You have made Lord Damir upset." Another kick landed on his side. "We don't like it when Lord Damir is upset." The guard kicked him again. "You will apologize to Lord Damir." A heavy arm landed across his back.

Cole lifted his head a quarter inch off the floor and shook it. He wasn't about to apologize to the traitor.

FRANCO

Franco was yanked awake as the whip was taken once again to his back. He felt a prick in his neck. As his eyes glossed over he said, "What did you give me? I will tell you nothing!"

The guard laughed as he said in a whispered, "Dreamweaver, and once the Cloaked Man returns you and the others will break! I think the young dazed one will love his new home. The cage most likely will be the prison of the one that angered Lord Damir. Have fun sleeping until the Cloaked Man enters your dreams."

Franco started fighting but he was too weak. "Please leave Sherlock alone." His eyes closed to only have him see Brennan profiling the Princess. Franco watched in horror as his own brother had brought their brother Neo. Frankie screamed as he was forced to change and become a dragon. He was then ordered to guard whoever was placed in the cage. He tried to refuse only to have Fixer be commanded to punish Dalton if Franco did not enter the cage. Franco screamed.

BRENNAN

Brennan was shaking. He had not been quick enough. The world around him melted away as his brain took over. "Scotty where had they taken him?" He wanted to get to his uncle. The pain that hit him as he heard, "oh little Dawson, you want some candy?" Bren shook his head as he said trembling, "What do you want with my uncle?" Bren's mind went back to another time. "Please why are you doing this?" He saw his uncle/father begging a cloaked man as Bren was repeatedly tortured. The cloaked man instead of answering either of them had just gagged Brennan. As his hands went for the gag around his mouth, he felt them grabbed and yanked behind his back. He could not move as much as he tried. Brennan panicked as he heard the cloaked man, "Oh my dear boy. This is your new home. You are going to be good and learn your place. Now for your first lesson..." All of a sudden every cell in the eight year olds body felt as if it was on fire.

Marco watched Brennan as best he could. He glanced at his half conscious brother Frankie. "Send my brother home!" Marco said angrily. He felt the pain as a guard kicked him saying, "Pets don't speak!"

Marco cringed as he was forced to look at the floor. He knew Brennan like his brother were going to be the traitor's main focus. "Am I going to be ordered to hurt my own brother or worse Brennan? How can I face the Commander?" The tears started to flow.

DAMIR

Damir looked over the edge of his goblet. Franco was hanging limply on the pole about twenty feet away. Marco was at his side, head down. The man was shaking. Damir wondered if it was from anger or fear. He reached down and rubbed short strokes over Marco's hair. "There, there, my pet. Everything is going to be alright as long as everyone is good and obeys." Idly continuing to massage Marco's head, Damir looked at Frank Cole and Brennan. He would never admit to anyone he was intimidated by Cole, but he was. The man was stronger, had nerves of steel and very well trained. The only time he had seen Cole not in control was when he had been in one of the machines, on Khalid's island. Even now he knew the man had fought the effects and had come out the other side stronger. Damir wondered how long of a treatment it would take on the new improved machine he had in one of the cells.

Damir took another long sip of his drink. He put the goblet on the table and steepled his hands in front of him. With his fingers he motioned for Coles guards to allow the man to lift his head. "So Frank Cole. Have you found what you were looking for? I know you wanted to visit me and I thought I would allow it. Maybe we can have another visit on the machine. You see I have an improved model over Khalid's. With the use of more pain, and suggestive words, I might be able to make you even kill Mr. Dawson there. What would you think of that?"

TAMIR

Tamir felt rested and relaxed. He always did after his brother insisted he take a nap. He remembered fighting the guards, who made him go to sleep, but he always did that. Now he felt almost invincible and wanting to do anything he could to make his brother happy. The man took care of him and he wanted to show his brother how much he appreciated it.

Tamir had put his robe back on, but he left the hood down. After all Franco and Marco knew who he was now. They would soon find out how capable he was also. He wasn't the young werewolf who they could order around anymore. He only took orders from his brother. His brother was the only one who truly cared about him.

Stopping dead in his tracks as he came around the table, Tamir stared at the men on the floor. It was Frank Cole and Brennan Dawson. Tamir didn't know much about the kid, but he did know about Cole. At one time he called him friend, but is brother had corrected that misconception. Walking over to the table he poured himself a cold goblet of wine and stood next to his brothers chair, leaning his arm on the back of it. He sipped at the wine, watching Frank Cole. He felt no fear not even any anger. "Good evening Cole. Thought you would take longer to find us."

(OOC: Tamir is an admin character and is being used to further the story.)

COLE



Cole cringed. Franco was not only taking a beating, but he had been given the one drug which his resources had not been able to find and antidote to yet. They were close but nothing worked fast or continuously. Apparently the cloaked man was also around somewhere. Cole wondered if it was the same man who had his wife tortured and killed, killing his unborn son also.



Cole's mind was being assaulted by all kinds of scenes. Sometimes it didn't pay to be an empath. Both Franco and Brennan had dropped out of the present. Their mindsets were either in the past or had shut down completely. No matter how you looked at it though it was not good.

Marco's anguished cries to try and save Franco were adding to the other's feelings. Cole had to be very careful here. If Damir realized he was such a strong empath, the man would be able to just about cripple him, by torturing the others and letting their emotions and pain slam into his body. They wouldn't even have to touch him. Without the elves there to help him, he would be depending on his own Elfin blood to do what needed to be done to block the pain and anguish, already starting to over whelm him.



Cole tried unsuccessfully to calm the quakes of his body. He was a brave man, willing to step into some of the worst dangerous scenarios around the world. The thought of going back into that machine, though was threatening to send him into a quivering, begging men on the floor. It had taken the Elves months to get him to the point where he had not been begging them to let him go and help the MacIntosh Clan. There had been months of physical pain when he was prevented from doing what he had been trained by the machine to think was the right thing to do.

If the new machine was an improvement on the old one, Cole had a fear, he would be taken under and never be able to come out the other side. He could be made to hurt the ones he loved, all in the name of obeying Damir, wanting desperately to make him happy and proud. Cole fought the bile threatening to erupt from his throat. Damir could even make him harm Brennan. Brennan would become the enemy, to be made to obey and not ask questions.



The one thing which kept the bile at bay was the man who walked around the table. "Tamir," he barely whispered. Tamir, his supposedly slaughtered friend, stood in front of him, seemingly relaxed and in full control. The man was wearing a cloak. "NO," he inwardly screamed. There was no way Tamir was the one who murder his wife and unborn child. It had to have been someone else.

Cole tried to clear his throat as he stared daggers at the man. When Tamir looked pasted him, Cole painfully turned his head. Franco was being taken down off the pole. He was brought over and forced to his knees. Two guards held him up, or he would have fallen over. Cole could barely hear him, but Franco kept repeating, Won't tell them anything.... won't tell them anything..... won't tell them anything.

MARCO



Marco tried to edge away from the hand on his head. He was scared about what the Enforcer had ordered Damir to do concerning Bren. “Why does the Markus MacIntosh want the Auror schedule? And now him knowing Louis Dawson’s son has that schedule what will they do to insure he obeys this time? At least they have no idea how powerful at the school he is?” Marco thanks to an unknown source was finally thinking straight. He hoped it was not the link as it would mean his other three siblings were on their way.



Marco heard in his head, “On my way and I’m bring PACT with me!” Trickster shook his head. His new team was walking straight into a trap. The nightmare came back but this time it was the new team including Frankie’s girl that were being slaughtered. “No Stay Away!” Marco screamed.



Marco was snapped out of his mind trap by hearing what the traitor had planned for Fixer and Bren. He started attacking Damir. “You are not Murdering Brennan! I would never have wrote that note if I knew he had a death sentence on him! Not even to save Frankie!” Marco was yanked away by six very big cloaked figures. He heard the one that had him by the throat, “Lord Damir, Should I break his neck?” Trickster used that moment to fake the man out. He went limp as though he passed out.



The next thing Marco felt as he fell to the floor was extreme pain of his newest key Trickster. He screamed as he laid on the floor in extreme pain. “Please, stop, no more please...”

BRENNAN

Brennan tried to crawl backward on his knees, as he remembered how his life had consisted of being medicated, punishments and reward, the last time he was in front of this man. His whole world had consisted of a three by six cell, his neck attached to a two foot chain. He ate if the cloaked man thought he earned it. He had learned not to cry when he was punished. Instead he fought to ask what he could do to make his error right, as was expected. The cloaked man would give him a task, which if Bren completed then he would get his soup.. . He looked at Cole, the one person who was supposed to protect him, his new Master. He said in a scared whisper, “Why are you handing me back?” Bren had passed scarred a long time ago. He was terrified. He looked toward Master Fixer and wondered what his error had been.

He had tried to escape once but he learned that it only caused him to not see the cloaked man until he told who had help. Brennan was crying now as he remembered what he had been forced to do to right that wrong... His master snapped his fingers. Bren put his forehead to the floor as he tried to stop shaking... Bren heard a whisper in his ear... As long as he behaved he would earn more outings... Bren lowered his head daring not to anger his master.

“No it can’t be that? Master Fixer had told him he understood. That my master had been too strict, asked too much of such a young boy. He promised that I would never have to be controlled like that!” In his mind he could hear the words as clear as if they were being said in his ear at the moment. "Look at me boy. I am glad you want to right your error. I understand why you tried to run. Your master has been too strict am I right? You don't need to answer. I can keep him at bay and really want to. Would you like that? Maybe we need some time? Retrieving is not needed at the time. I will have the elves take you to a room where we can talk. Believe me punishment can still happen if you run again. I will try to have you do things that can be done. I will protect you from your master's wrath. All I request is you use your special gift to help me. Can you do that? Think on it in your new room. We will talk later."

Bren shook his head as he said defiantly, “No, I need to show Master Fixer that I am stronger now! That I am worthy of his special friendship!” He looked at Master Fixer and asked, “Who?”

As the cloaked man came close to him, Bren started to back away again, but Master Fixer gave him strength. The cloaked was showing his face this time. Bren waited until his eyes was on Master Fixer. Then Sherlock attacked saying, “I am stronger now and I will never cower to you again!” Then he felt the extreme pain. He had failed and now he would pay dearly for attacking his old master. Bren was not about to betray Master Fixer by showing his old masters his gift or that he was still terrified of them.

FRANCO



Franco was shaking as they removed him from the pole. He tried to fight the guards. He felt his head be yanked back painfully as he heard, “Try that again slave and what we gave you earlier will be a picnic!” The guard backed up his words by yanking his head back until Frankie screamed. The guard then let the other guard magically bind his hands painfully behind his back. Franco was thrown to the ground, yanking the bindings so Franco screamed as he started choking. “You scream during your punishment again and we will put a ball-gag in your mouth Slave! Now wait Silently until the Cloak Man is here!” The guard then kicked Franco while magically binding his neck to his wrist bindings. Franco screamed as the guard yanked on the bindings. “Now Slave you will tell the Master exactly how you found the island!”

Franco whispered as he shook his head, “Won't tell them anything.... won't tell them anything..... won't tell them anything.” The guard reached over and yanked on the neck binding until Franco screamed. The other guard tied a ball-gag in Franco’s mouth. He then whispered as the other one yanked on the bindings, “I warned you Slave!” They preceded to kick Franco as the reporter was making them look bad in Master Damir’s eyes. This slave would die before they allowed him to reveal their error in judgment. As it had been them that brought Franco onto the island as both had a weakness for women.

DAMIR



Damir chuckled when he saw his brother stop short, upon seeing Cole and Brennan kneeling in front of him. Damir also noticed his brother had not put the hood up on his head. This usually meant Tamir was feeling strong and wasn't worried about hiding his identity. When he used the hood, it gave Damir the first of several hints Tamir was headed for another session in the machine.



More than a chuckle escaped Damir's lips when Cole recognized his thought to be dead friend. It would be interesting to see what Cole did with the information. Damir was going to have to watch his brother close. With having an old close friend in the vicinity, Damir would have to watch for adverse reactions. His brother might have to go back on the machine sooner this time.



Damir's musings about his brother went by the wayside when Marco decided to act up. He had not been paying attention to his pet. Damir signaled the guards to take control about of the wizard.



"No, bring him back over here and bring me my crop. Remove his shirt and hold him." Marco's shirt was torn from his back. he was pushed so he sat on his thighs, his head was almost to the floor and his arms were held out at his side. Damir took the crop from the guard. "You will learn pet, one way or another. Damir started whipping Marco with the crop. He looked over to Cole and Brennan and was thrilled to see each of them showing some sort of pain. Damir knew both had some empathic abilities, he just was not sure how much. He would be willing to bet Cole's was stronger. The man actually flinched when the crop hit Marco's bare back. After twenty-five good hits, Damir signaled the men to let go of Marco again, reached down and yanked the pet back over to the chair. "You stay there and stay still or I will let you watch the others undergo a lot more pain than a simple cropping. I might even make you do the damage." Damir had been playing with the idea of using the machine to see if he could get one friend to dispense pain to another even if they fought it.



Damir looked around. There was no one coming toward Marco. No one had moved in his direction, so who was he talking too. He looked over at Cole, the man had lowered his eyes. Something mental was going on here. He grabbed a fist full of Marco's hair and pulled his head up. "Who are you telling to stay away, Marco. Who is trying to communicate with you?" Damir threw Marco's head back down and looked around again. To the two guards in front of him he said, "I want two men on every Port-key we have connected to this island. I also want two guards on each tower and gate. You can let it be known if anyone gets through, every guard not killed in the act will answer to me. And I will not be happy. Now go!"



Damir signaled one of the guards to get behind Brennan, "Now you don't want to try and go anywhere young man. It is a very dangerous place out there. I thought we had an understanding the last time you were here. Looks like you are going to have to go through some retraining.



Damir's head went to Cole. "So you are considering Frank Cole your Master now. I wonder how that came about." Damir walked over to Cole and yanked his head up by his hair. "Care to tell me why my pet is calling you Master?" Damir looked over at his brother. "So brother, what do you think it would take to get Master Fixer to give up his title up?" Damir didn't have any real notion of this happening, but he wanted to draw his brother into what was happening. Right now Tamir was feeling strong and invincible. He would also do anything he was told to do



Franco was giving the guards a hard time. The guards were telling him to talk, but the strange thing was, they were not giving him a chance to answer, before they threw the ball gag into his mouth. Interesting. . "Take that thing out of his mouth. I am interested on how he got on the island. I am wondering how he got past the guards, and which guards he got past."


COLE/TAMIR



It had taken some time for Cole to figure out that Tamir couldn't have been the man to kill his wife and unborn son. The Werewolf was not old enough. This idea did cause Cole to wonder who the man had been. If he used the idea that the people on the island used cloaks to hide, then there was a possibility the man he had been looking for since the day he held his dying wife in his arms, was somewhere on the island. Now that would be nice, make it easier to find the man. Tamir had been a good friend when they were in school together. He had been a good friend and actually saved his life a couple of times when they served together. There had been nothing there which would have hinted at the appearance of the man standing behind his brother's chair.



Cole just stared at the man. "Why Tamir?"

Tamir knew what Frank was asking. Why was he working for his brother. When they were in school he had done everything he could to hurt his brother. He had helped to hunt him down. Of course that was long before his brother explained things too him. Before Damir started taking care of him, making sure he ate and rested when he needed too. Now he would do anything for his brother. His brother was the only thing that counted in the world.



Tamir had been watching Fixer, while Marco was being beat. He knew the Captain had abilities which he kept secret. The man could tell things were going to happen before they did. The ability had save Tamir and others from getting killed several times. Until he could figure it out he wasn't going to mention it to his brother though. He needed facts, because that is what he always demanded. He wanted Tamir to think and reason things out.



Cole tried looking around as much as he could also. Marco was definitely telling someone to stay away. Whoever it was, was sending Marco mental messages. If someone was coming they were walking into a trap, so he hoped, they had heard Marco's plea to stay away. Damir was going to have the place locked down tight. The guards would know their very lives depended on not letting any other uninvited guest onto the island.



Cole snickered. He knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help it because of the disbelieving look on Damir's face. "I have no idea why he would say that. We are friends but nothing else." Cole was not about to tell Damir, how he had used tactics which allowed Brennan to replace Damir as Master and insert Cole. One day Brennan would be able to get past the whole Master mindset, but for now substitution was the only way to keep his mind out of Damir's hands.



Tamir stood up straighter, placed his mug on the table and walked confidently over to where Cole knelt on the floor. He reached down and pulled Cole's hair so the man was completely on his knees, his head bent backward. When their eyes met, images jammed through his brain. He was somewhere else and Cole was standing beside him. They were both laughing. Another image of Cole standing on a ledge pulling the rope connected around Tamir's waist. Cole hoisted him up onto the ledge. A glance over his shoulder told him it would have been a long way down the mountain if he had fallen. Yet another image of them lying side by side, rifles pointed off into the distance. Cole nodded to him, then they both started firing. These images couldn't be right. Cole was the enemy.

Tamir took a tighter hold on Coles hair. He backhanded the man, three times. "What did you do to the Master's pet to make him not show allegiance to the only Master he should have?"

Cole just continued to star at Tamir. He could feel the warmth of the blood as it trickled from at least on cut to his lip. His head hit the rock floor hard, when Tamir threw it down. The kick to his side sent him sideways. He was pulled immediately back to his knees, a heavy foot on his back. He knew he would have received more pain, if Damir had not called it quits.



Cole could feel the guards wanting almost desperately not to let Franco tell how he had gotten on the island. Franco was a master of disguise, he could literally take on the ability to be the other person, most of the time with very little makeup. Cole would have to ask him later. Maybe the ability could be used in the future.

(OOC: Tamir is an admin character so I have added him here for clarity of what is happening.)

MARCO



Marco started fighting as he understood Damir’s words meant. As he was held tight, he tried to go inward. He could find neither of his keys. Marco was thrown out of his mind. Trickster glanced at Fixer as he thought, “Brace yourself Captain. This is going to hurt bad as the keys are missing. You know what that means Sir?” Marco was extremely worried as it meant he would feel the entire beating.

The guards decided to insure their Master’s pet would have no release. They held tight as one of the robed higher pups placed a muzzle over the Pet’s mouth. Another handed Master Damir’s crop to the Master, kneeling as he did so.



Marco wanted to scream and fight the beating. The guards were laughing every time he moved. The muzzle insured he had no way to release the pain. He looked over at both his brother Franco and Brennan. He heard his mind scream as he heard a voice say, “Invade his mind my newest pet! I want everything!” He saw a man chained in the corner. He heard the man pleading, “No brother, don’t force me to use my gift that way. Please release him.”

He felt the other’s pain as Damir beat the other captive with the crop, saying, “You will learn pet, one way or another.”...After a while Marco heard, “Take my twin to the machine. This time set it to max and muzzle him!” Marco looked at Damir as he sank further into his captivity five years ago.



Marco barely heard Damir as he stared at the crop then at Tamir. “The PACT will find a way to bring you out of whatever mind prison Damir put you in.”

The robed guard smiled as he undid the muzzle as he asked, “Master want your Pet to ‘rest’?”



Marco grinned as he realized that Tamir had never told Damir. He shook his head as Marco said, “I am telling you Nothing! Except This PACT Always Keeps Our Promises, Traitor!”



Marco prayed though that his brother Neo and the new PACT had gotten his warning.

The robed guards bowed as he said, “As You wish Master!” Staring at Marco, “ And your Pet Master, What do you want done with him? He has already tried warning the person...”

BRENNAN



Bren’s eyes darted from the Cloaked Man to his new Master. His master had promised to protect him. “Did I fail him some how? Master Fixer said I would never have to fear training again. Now he is turning me back over to...” Bren cringed as he backed away. “Master Fixer, When he brought me to you...You promised...Did I failed you somehow? I need to makes this right with you Master Fixer!”

He went towards The Cloaked Man as he yelled, “Leave master Fixer alone as you told me to obey him.”

The guards grabbed Brennan and forced the captive to his knees. Binding him they looked towards Master Damir and asked, “What do you wish done with him?”

Brennan started fighting hard only to gasp for air.



Franco said as the gag was removed, "I don't ever reveal my source! I won't start now!"

(OOC: I write for both Brennan and Franco, so I am including both here.)

DAMIR



Damir knew different. Somehow Cole had perfected a way of controlling Brennan's and he was beginning to think, other minds. The technique would be interesting to learn. That way he could counter its effects on those he wanted to control.



Damir watched his brother as he manhandled Frank Cole. In his head he was taking notes on how good time in the machine had been to make his brother change his allegiance. He was getting really tired of the abilities of these three wizards to put up resistance. He wasn't used to having to fight to get the information he wanted. He couldn't kill them and beatings didn't seem to make a difference to any of them.



Damir's eyes shot to Franco and the guards who were holding him. He had just gotten a clear flash of a vision. The guards were doing everything they could to make it look like they were trying to get information out of Franco about how he got on the island. They were also doing everything they could to prevent Franco from answering. This was interesting! They knew something. It would definitely be easier to get information out of the guards then the men in front of him. As soon as he got a moment he would question the guards.



"Bring him closer." When the guards had Brennan right in front of him, Damir reached out and painfully grabbed Brennan's jaw. He squeezed as he shook it from side to side. "You want to fight me pup? You are too scrawny and weak for me to fight, but...." Damir looked off to the side. "Maybe I can find you some others to fight." Damir motioned to one of the guards and whispered in his ear. Then he chuckled and backed off a bit. "We have some others coming. Until then on your knees. Bow down to the only Master you have." Brennan was pushed to his knees, his forehead to the floor.

Damir turned to Franco.



"You didn't ever reveal your sources. I think with the little game we are about to play with Brennan you might change your mind." Damir chuckled and looked toward the main door. Seven very young children, ranging in age from a five year old little girl to a twelve year old young man, were entering the room. They all quickly walked forward and bowed. They stayed in that position until Damir said, "You may look up my pets. We are going to have an impromptu to training session today. If you are good and show me how you want to please me then you will all receive rewards. The rewards can come from the seasoned pups rewards list. Am I understood?"

All five of the children looked up with large smiles on their faces.

"Good. Now you see this young wizard kneeling in front of me. He has been disobedient. He refuses to learn his lessons and has even talked back to me." Damir was pleased with the anger which had taken over each of the young pups faces. "I am going to let you all discipline him, to see how creative you can be. He must live, of course, but other than that I don't care. You may go to my equipment room and choose whatever you like. You will have five minutes to choose." The young ones scurried away toward a small alcove off the main room.

Turning back to the guards, Damir said, "Chain him to the bolt in the middle of the conditioning circle." Brennan was dragged to the middle of a eight foot diameter circle marked off only by the different colors of the floor. A collar was placed around his neck. A six foot chain was attached to the collar and then to a large bolt in the middle of the circle. When he was fastened in Damir walked over and said, "I will let you lose when all five of the young pubs are unconscious. You can accomplish this mentally or physically." Damir knew Brennan had mental abilities he hadn't shown. This was going to be interesting. Damir also knew it would go against everything in Brennan's makeup to hurt one of the children. Children on the island started their training as soon as they could walk. The five he had chosen had excelled in all of their classes. As the children ringed to circle, Damir stepped back.

TAMIR



Tamir noticed how Marco kept glancing at Franco and Brennan. He couldn't decide if he was doing it because he was just checking they were still there or if he was trying to communicate with them. Tamir knew there was a special bond between the Quads, which would explain why he was looking at Franco. Tamir had also heard through the grape-vine that Brennan had some special mental abilities, which he was very interested in.

Tamir walked stood over Marco. He looked at his brother and asked, "Please, let me hold your pet for a little while. I can control him while you deal with the rest of them." Tamir wanted a chance to show his brother how strong he could be. Marco was weak from the previous treatment of the day. He wanted to have some fun with the pet. He had sort of a fun idea in his head. He was going to actually treat the wizard as if he was a dog needing to learn obedience. When Damir nodded, Tamir picked up the leach and the crop. He violently tugged on the chin pulling and dragging Marco to a spot about ten feet away. There were some pieces of furniture he could use in his training.



As he was walking away, Tamir felt the hairs on the back of his head stand up. Why did this simple question make fill him with dread. Tamir was made to rest all the time. The guards made it seem like a bad thing. He knew giving a prisoner time to rest would only make the prisoner stronger and harder to break.

When they reached the spot he wanted. Tamir yanked on the chain. "Sit up on your knees, pet." Marco hesitated. Tamir hit him three times on the back with the crop. "I said sit up on your knees, pet." Marco slowly rose to his knees and sat back on his thighs. "Very good, now lie down." Marco just stared at the man. Tamir, gave him three more stinging hits with the crop. "You will obey me or you will hurt. I. Said. To. Lie. Down."

Marco lowered himself to the floor slowly, a murderous look in his eyes. "Very good, pet. Very good indeed. Now sit up again and hold your elbows behind your back." Tamir yanked on the chain.

Marco pushed himself to his knees but balled his fists at his side. The look had not left his eyes, "Be careful werewolf what you are doing. One day it will come back to bite you."

Tamir stepped in front of Marco, grabbed the chain where it was hooked to the collar and backhanded Marco three times. "I did not say you may speak, Pet."

Marco's fists came up, but before he could swing, strong arms grabbed his arms and wrenched them behind him. His forehead hit the floor hard as he was doubled over. His hands were placed on his elbows and the arms were pulled high, just short of pulling his shoulders out of their sockets. Marco let out a yell, which even his clinched teeth couldn't hold back.

After a moment he was pulled up straight again, still kneeling on his thighs. His arms were let loose but he knew he should move them.

"Move your arms Pet without permission and I will have them tied like they are, with a rope running around your throat. We will see how you breathe that way." Tamir backhanded the Pet one more time. "Now we are going to have some fun. I always wanted to design an obstacle course and train the pups to go through it. I think I will let you help me design it." Tamir looked at his brother, who was smiling broadly at him. Tamir nodded and went back to training his new pet, while his brother turned back to the others.

(OOC: Tamir is an admin character and I have used him here to further the story.)

COLE



Cole looked over to where Marco had been dragged by Tamir. It was a open space. Near by were some chairs, long wooden benches and logs for the fireplace a few feet away. There was a high table with a few items on it. While trying to watch Brennan and Franco and think of a way out of this situation, Cole watched and listened to Tamir as he treated Marco like he was a dog being put through his paces. He knew Marco was eventually going to break and say something. He also knew Tamir would take out retribution on anything Marco said.

When he heard Tamir say he was going to set up an obstacle course, it took everything in Cole not to jump up and run to hurt the man. He concentrated on Bren. At least if Tamir wanted Marco to help him design the course, he was not going to kill him.



Cole shook his head, trying to get Brennan to stop fighting. He didn't dare connect with the Hit Wizard mentally. He wasn't sure how much power anyone else in the room had.



This did not sound promising. Damir usually didn't like a lot of people around, unless they were his special guards, of which it looked like he had a dozen or so. If he was bringing others in to mistreat Brennan it was going to be even more difficult to get out of this. Brennan was shaking. Cole hoped it was not from fear. The young man had been held captive before. He had been mentally broken before. It had taken everything Cole, the elves, the Caretakers and friends could do to get Brennan back to the point where Sasha, Head Mistress of Hogwarts, would allow the Hit Wizard to be head of security.



Cole's mind started to spin... Brennan would never fight the children. He would allow himself to be killed before he would hurt one of them. Cole wondered if he should chance taking the young ones out mentally. There was still the chance Damir or even Tamir could join their minds and realize what he was doing. He knew they had an idea he was hiding mental powers, but he really didn't want to confirm their suspicions.

There was one other way. The elves would be able to save him, when he was rescued. He knew he would be rescued, because he knew the elves would never give up, on finding him and bringing him back to himself. He was going to have to convince Damir he was going to give himself to him, in exchange for the others being saved from pain. He hoped he wouldn't have to spend too much time in the machine.

Cole slowly sat up into a kneeling position and sat back on his thighs. He glanced quickly to where the children were standing around the circle, various instruments of torture in their hands. His stomach threatened to revolt at the thought the children had been trained to think this was normal and preferred behavior. Brennan was squatted down in the center, looking round him. He knew he was in trouble. His eyes met Cole's for a split second before Cole looked forward. Brennan's eyes had pleaded for a way out of what Damir wanted him to do. He was pleading for his life, because the Hit Wizard would give up his life to save the children.

Cole took a deep breath and said, "Master Damir, may I talk with you please."

FRANCO



Franco was furious at what it seemed Damir had planned for Brennan. He knew the young Hit Wizard well enough to know that Sherlock would take the beating. Saint jumped to try and help his friend saying, “No way Damir! I know Bren, he won’t touch those kids.” Franco had every intention of stopping this.



"They are just kids, I am not fighting children! I don't hurt kids"

They are just kids, I am not fighting children! I don't hurt kids"

Franco felt his arms yanked, so his hands were behind his back. The guard holding him whispered, “You are not helping anybody Reporter! Now since the Master wants you to watch...” He signaled another guard to bring the trainer supplies.

Within minutes Saint had a choker chain around his throat. A leather strap ran from the pull ring of the chain to a set of belted handcuffs. The cuffs were pulled tight around Franco’s wrist. Franco tried to free his wrists which were now firmly behind his back. Every time he did the choker around his neck tighten.

The guard laughed as he linked the handcuffs to a chain he was holding, “Try to move in anyway the Master doesn’t like and this happens Pet!” He yanked hard on the chain he was holding.

Franco screamed as the yank caused the cuffs to be pulled down, which in turn caused the choker to tighten around Frankie’s throat. He watched helplessly as the guard handed the chain to Damir. The guard bowed as he asked, “Are you pleased Master? Do you want the gag back on your pet, while the young pups play?”

Franco had tears in his eyes as he remember being chained like this when his father had left him with uncle Joshua. "at least I not chained in that weird room." Saint whispered as he remembered fearing that room.

DAMIR



Damir had smiled when his brother asked to take Marco off his hands. It showed initiative and also gave Damir the freedom to work with the others in the room. He had to control his brother with the machine, but he also liked having his brother around. They had been friends when they were small, fighting the bullies their mother and father threw at them to make them stronger. When Damir decided he wanted power and the only way to get it was to prove you were stronger then the next person, anyway you could, he and his brother started to part ways. Tamir always was the softer one of them. Tamir had a grand idea of trying to help the world, not by necessarily being in charge but just by helping. Damir had tried his brothers way, but he felt like people looked down on him and he couldn't take that.

When Damir had the chance to "convince" his brother his way was the best, he took it. He and Tamir would now sit and discuss things. They would find women they could control and have fun with them. He didn't want to lose that. Giving his brother something which could make him feel powerful was his way of making his brother happy.



Damir felt a cold chill travel his spine. His brother was bothered by what the guard had said. Damir really didn't want to turn up the machine, but the last treatment Tamir had received, appeared to not be complete. He would have to put his brother back on the machine, soon and give him a partial high voltage treatment.



Damir listened to his brother for a few moments while he waited for the children to arrive. His brother was having fun. It would be an interesting technique to use if his brother could get it to work with the Wizard. Sort of a Pavlovian experiment, of pain and reward. It worked with the young ones, now he could see if it would work with adults enough to incorporate into the training sessions.



As the children ringed the training circle, Damir smiled. They were so young and eager to prove themselves. They knew if they did good today, they would get special treats and be allowed to sleep with everyone else. They had to earn time out of their rooms, which were cells in the basement. After all how where they going to learn how good something was, if they didn't first find out how bad it could be. They would appreciate the little things in life.

He shook his head when he heard Brennan was going to refuse to hurt the children. The wizard was going to take a painful beating because he was weak. Well, Damir would just have to see how much of a beating the man would take. The children had been trained well. Each of them had been through a torture session, both giving and receiving. Everyone of the implements they had in their hands had been used on them. They intimately knew their affects.

Maybe he could have one of the children substitute themselves to receive his pain. Damir wondered if Brennan could watch one of the children being hurt. It was something to think about if things didn't go how Damir hoped.



Damir only slightly turned, when the guard grabbed the charging Franco. He casually watched as Franco was chained into a training harness. The harness was normally used on those of the clan who resisted normal training procedures. A few hours or even a day in the harness usually corrected all the wrong ideas the trainee had about fighting what was taking place. Ninty-nine percent of the time the training survived.



Damir took the chain from the guard. "I will handle him. Thank you for letting my Pet know there are others who care about him. " Damir smiled and waved the man away.



Damir turned completely around and stared at Cole. He waved the children into a seating position and then slowly walked, dragging Franco along with him, over to the man and stood in front of him. Damir grabbed Coles hair and jerked his head backward. "Why do you want to talk with me, Pet?" He purposely used the word Pet.

COLE/Damir



Cole straightened up so he was fully on his knees and bowed his head. He had to play this right, or Damir would never believe him. "Master, I wish to offer my services, in exchange for better treatment of Franco, Marco and Brennan." Coles stomach was churning and he was hoping he wouldn't get sick. Throwing up all over Damir would not help matters.

"You wish to totally offer yourself to me?" Damir smiled. "You want me to accept your offer in order to stop me from disciplining Franco, Marco and Brennan. Are you willing to take on their punishment?"

"Yes Master." Cole bowed lower.

Damir tied Franco's chain to the chair, then casually walked around Cole. "I'm not sure I can trust you Pet. What is to keep you from getting me to agree with this and then changing as soon as I start letting up on them? I'm afraid you are going to have to give me a little better proof you are willing to follow my orders, no matter what I ask you to do. And I will ask you to do things."

Cole tried to keep his eyes down. He could feel the others staring at him. Tamir had stopped working with Marco. There was no sound coming from that point of the room. Brennan was not saying anything. Franco was even quiet. Cole took a gulp of air and said, "I will go into the machine for any length of time you request Master, if Franco, Brennan and Marco are returned to the school."

Damir thought about this offer. His hands itched to get Fixer back into the machine. He wanted to find out why the last treatment the man had been given didn't last very long. He wanted the man back under his control. The only problem with what he was asking, is it would take the possibility of learning some very valuable information about the school, and even the Ministry out of his hands.

A slow smile spread across his face. He could promise send the three wizards back to the school, but he didn't have to promise, who would go with them or how long they would be allowed to stay. Damir had one port key deep in the dungeon of the school. He could use that and bring the three immediately back. Fixer would not know what had happened until he was out of the machine and then he would only want to please Damir. "I think that can be arranged. As soon as you are sitting in the chair of the machine, I will have the three wizards returned to the school. But you will be hooked up and ready for your treatments first. Do you agree to this?"

Before Cole could answer a chorus of voices vibrated through the room. Cole turned slightly and saw Brennan fighting to get to him, pleading for him to not make the deal. The children were laughing at him. Marco had gone perfectly still, shaking his head. Every time he tried to utter even a syllable he was hit hard with the crop. Franco was just about choking himself trying to get to Damir, to stop him. Cole hung his head again and said, "I agree to your terms Master Damir. I bow to your will." With those words Cole put his forehead on the floor and prayed to the powers that be, he had the courage to survive until the elves could bring him back to the world he loved.

(OOC: I am writing for Cole and Damir. I have been given permission by Barbie to say what is happening to Marco and Brennan. Tamir is an Admin Character)

MARCO

Marco shook his head as he said as anger swelled in him, “I have no intention of helping you design anything.” His mind went back to another time they had forced him to test something new.

"Don't be so fearful my young test subject. You won't remember but soon me and you are going to become great friends. Now as I see Dreamweaver has started to take affected, think my friend.... Dream about what each of your friends and family would do if I forced you to watch as I started letting my friends play. Have fun, my new toy. We will talk again in two hours and just maybe Frankie will have awaken by then. I sure like his gift though I doubt Marcus did?" Marco could feel the tears come as his mind went into a dreaming haze as he realized that the Cloaked Doctor was hinting that Frankie had killed and just not anybody, Frankie had killed Marcus Andreas. Trickster's heart refused to believe, as he saw the two Cloaked Men walk away talking as Dreamweaver forced his mind to twist every memory he ever had into its worst nightmare. He had catch a few words; Dreamweaver, mind trapped, Fixer, work, Neo, Rosa, no escape, Spellman girl."

Marco had to think of when he had caught those words. He remember the painful memories. He remembered being asked if he had wanted the pain to stop. Each time he had come to a point when he finally nodded. He felt the bee sting and the pain easing. His back felt like it had then. “Where are they sending the Spellman girl?” “You know pet, there is no escape for Neo?” “Your mind like his will be trapped and then Dreamweaver, you will sleep in the mind trap...” “Bring them Dreamweaver to me!” “Drop your wall or Hurt! Stop Defying Me or Must I order Neo to Play Decoy!” “I will have you Pet!”Marco was shaking as he was forced once more to endure the mental pain as well as the beating. He prayed that he was strong as the man he had heard screaming. Marco had felt the other captive’s mental strength."

The Commander's words brought Marco out of his own memories. Shaking his head as Marco realized that like always the Commander was sacrificing himself to hopefully save them. Marco glared at Tamir as his fist met the man's jaw. "I am Nobody's Pet!" Marco needed to move fast. The cloaked men tried to grab him as he headed to take out the Traitor.

FRANCO

Franco had sunk into his memories of being a small boy. His father had pleaded with great uncle Joshua to help Franco. Instead of help, Franco had been forced to wear a choker chain around his throat. A leather strap ran from the pull ring of the chain to a set of belted handcuffs. The cuffs were pulled tight around Franco’s wrist which were now firmly behind his back. Every time he fought the choker around his neck was tighten.

The handcuffs linked to a chain which his great uncle Joshua had held. He was lead to a room that his great uncle called the Conditioning Room. "Oh Stop your crying! He is never coming back!", Franco had heard Joshua said as he yanked on the chain as he hit Frankie with a whip. "This is your home now!" Franco felt his ankles be shackled. He pleaded with great uncle to release him.

His great uncle had only answered by shoving a ball in his mouth and tying it as he whispered, "I said to Shut Up!" All of a sudden the room was dark. He heard the whip as his uncle yelled, "Show Me! I will make you! She dies as does your twin! The only thing a Changeling is good for is as a guard dog!" Frankie felt a warm touch as a voice said, "Joshua, does not understand. He is Alpha though so I can only do so much. Your special..."His captor had come in and he heard the young boy scream as he heard, "Get away from him and back to duties Slave!" His head was yanked back as he heard whispered, "That boy comes near you again, I will whip him to death! How you like being helpless Changeling? Want to eat?"

Frankie heard laughing as "Oh that right Changeling you can only take your whippings and listen! I like you this way Changeling! Understand this I am the only one that decides every detail of your life. I will choose when and if you ever able to do anything! Now if you be good, I might let you eat tonight!" Frankie felt the whip as it cut his back. "Changeling your family sent you here because you are cursed. I can not free you of the curse. I must punishing you to teach you to control your curse!" After what seemed like forever, he heard, "Sleep, we will talk more later!"

DAMIR



Now this was a nice turn of events. Damir looked around the room and watched the reactions of each of the other occupants. Cole was turning out to be the key to controlling at least these three wizards. He wondered how much he could use the mercenary to control others.

He bent over and patted Cole's head. "I think we are going to be able to come to an admirable agreement on you staying Pet. Besides the machine, you will also present yourself to Dr. Simpson in the Medical Building. I'm sure he can come up with some interesting duties you can perform for him. You will also spend two hours per day in the Birthing centers. During that two hours you will allow any of the women to do anything they want with you. Will you agree to these other two stipulations?" Damir was not worried if Cole agreed or not, because once he had spent some time in the machine, he would do whatever he was told to do. Damir smirked. He was planning on giving Cole just enough of a treatment, in the beginning, to force the man to do what he wanted, but to make it so Cole would be able to fully realize what he was doing just not be able to stop. It would be interesting to watch the man fight against himself. It would also give Damir some Intel on different settings of the machine.



His glance towards Franco showed him the wizard had shrunk into himself. He was just staring off into the distance, his eyes glassed over. Damir was considering not bringing the man back. He knew he was close to breaking, but he also knew, there might not be a whole lot of mental capacity left if he did try and push him.



Tamir was only having minimal success with Marco. His brother was going to have to come up with some type of incentive to get the Wizard to react to his commands. Damir slowly shook his head. He was probably going to have to help his brother along this line. But that would not be until after Cole was situated, and they became one big happy family again.



Damir didn't move. He had well trained guards. This fact was proven as Marco was taken down two feet from where Damir stood. Marco's face was being pushed into the stone floor by one of the guard's boots. Another guard straddled the wizard and had Marco's arms bent behind the man's back, in what had to be a painful position. "Pick him up and stand him in front of me." Marco was quickly picked up and held in front of Damir. He wasn't going anywhere. Damir pulled back his fist and pounded Marco in the gut. As the man doubled over he came up with an upper cut, careful not to break anything. Damir walked closer to the man, put his hand around Marco's throat, closing his fingers slightly. He pushed Marco's head back slightly, so he would be looking into his eyes. "You will never learn will you, Pet. Well watch and learn what your disobedience causes. When you are ready to behave it will stop."

Damir turned Marco's head toward the circle where Brennan was still tied, and nodded. The children immediately became excited. Brennan looked at each of them then returned to the center of the circle. He knew this was going to hurt and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. The children came at him all at once. Their whips hit him. Their cow prods stung him. A sharp edge cut his arm and his leg. He couldn't fight back.

TAMIR



Tamir watched everything his brother did. It was his way of learning. His brother had promised him if he learned enough, he would eventually be given more responsibilities. That was a good thing, because it allowed him to make his brother happy. He never could understand why that was so important, but it was.



Tamir watched as his brother worked with all of the wizards in the room. It amazed him that Damir could get the people to do what he wanted them to do. Tamir hoped he would be able to do that someday. He was having trouble just handling one pet, but he was determined to learn.



Tamir gave a hard yank on Marco's chain and beat him with the crop. "You will obey me or you will feel the pain."



When he saw Franco charging his brother, Tamar grabbed a fist full of Marco's hair and held tight. "Your brother is being stupid. Watch pet and learn what it means to fight my brother."



Tamir listened closely to his brother. His brother was a genius. He now had the Pet Cole requesting that he be able to talk with him, like a good pet should.



Tamir was concentrating on what his brother was doing. He was watching the room to see how all the other occupants were reacting. The guards were on high alert. He was going to have to work on getting himself some guards who would protect him and do what he said. It was time for him to build his own little safe world.



Tamir realized too late he had loosed his hold on his pet's chain. As it slid through his fingers he tried to grab for the end. His brother was going to be furious that he had miscalculated the movements of the only pet he had. Tamir lunged for Marco, but he was not quick enough.



Tamir walked over to were Marco was being held and retrieved his chain. He bowed to his brother and said, "I am sorry brother. I know I have a lot to learn. I will control the pet." He pulled Marco closer to him and pushed him down to the ground. "Watch Pet, you could be the next one in the circle."

(OOC: Tamir is an Admin Character and being used to further the story.)

MARCO



Marco was held tightly by Tamir. He had felt his brother Frankie slipping away. That combined with his own memories had brought on the blind rage. He thought to the Commander, "Captain, Frankie's slipping as is Brennan. We need to get them out of here!"

Marco relaxed as he prayed that Tamir again would be caught off guard. "Unlike the Kid, I have no problem with taking out pups or their Leash handlers" With that Marco rolled quickly to one side. He leaped up and caught Tamir under the chin. Grabbing Tamir in a head lock, Marco demanded, "Traitor, release the Kid and Frankie or I will break your brother's neck!"

Marco knew that this move would infuriate Damir but Bren and Frankie were slipping away. He had come to understand that it was more for Bren and Frankie that the Captain was agreeing to enter the machine. Marco was terrified what the Captain did would affect the link. "I swore no matter what happened, that traitor would never again control Neo! Which means I have to keep Captain from entering that machine." Marco stared at Damir, "Well release them..."

COLE



There was only one answer Cole could give and he knew it. His stomach churned. He knew he was brave enough to do this, but he was still scared. Scared the elves would not get to him in time to bring him back to his reality. Scared Damir was going to make him do something he would have nightmares about the rest of his life. Scared he would be forced to kill or maim one of his friends, his family. "Yes, Master, I understand and agree." Cole swallowed down the vile threatening to come up his throat.



Cole couldn't see much. Out of the corner of his eye he did see Franco. His heart went out to his friend. It had been almost impossible to bring him back from the last time he had been in Damir's hands. It would be twice as hard this time. Cole did know that if Franco sunk deep enough back into himself, it would almost be a protection against what was to come. Damir wasn't through with any of them.



Cole made the mistake of trying to get to Marco. "No, Marco, don't." He found himself again sitting on his thighs, his forehead pushed in to the rock floor. Whoever had a boot on his back was not caring if he hurt him or not. Cole just tried to breath. It was difficult because the way he was being held, his lungs were compressed.



Cole could see Marco's boots planted not far from his head. He heard the children as they cheered each other on. He heard Brennan's cries of pain. He tried to yell, but what little air he could take into his lungs was being used to keep him alive.

Cole willed Marco to speak, to do anything to stop what was happening to Brennan. Tell him something Marco. Only you can stop what is happening.



Tamir's boots appeared in the small range of vision he was being allowed. Tamir, who once had been a good friend, a gentle person, a loyal person to the goodness of the world, was doing everything in his power to appease his brother. What had changed him? Cole got a clear picture of the machine in his head. That had to be the answer. If it was then there was a slim chance Tamir could be taken back to his original self. It would all depend on how bad the treatments had been. Cole would be willing to bet, his whole island, that the treatments had started five years ago, when Tamir was thought to have been killed. When and if he got a chance he would talk with the elves.



Cole heard Marco's mental plea, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it. "I'll work on it my friend, but you need to stay tight.



So much for Marco hanging tight. Cole was trying to get all of them out of here, but Marco seemed to be doing everything in his power to make Damir mad enough to keep him around, even after the rest were let go. The man's temper was out of control, and that was not a good thing. It always made Marco to stupid things.

Cole could still hear Brennan's moans, they were getting weaker. Soon Brennan would be unconscious and Cole had reason to believe that wouldn't stop the children from their little "game".

DAMIR



It looked like Damir was going to have to train his brother further. He could use some of the children to train him how to hold onto a pet and not get distracted. . If one of them died it would be alright because there were plenty more be raised. "I will deal with you later. Return to your training area, and hold onto the pet."




Damir stayed cool. He put his hands behind his back, knowing the guards would take their first opportunity and take Marco down. He glanced over to where the children were still going after a semi-conscious Brennan. The man had not fought back at all, nothing but trying to ward off the strikes.



Damir snapped his fingers. He needed the man alive and the children were having "too much fun" to care if that happened. The children immediately ringed the circle and turned and bowed to him. He smiled back at them and gave a nod. All seven children stood straighter and kept their eyes on Brennan.

Damir snapped his fingers twice, made a slicing motion in the air and pointed to Franco. Immediately a knife was held to Franco's neck as the chain connecting his neck to his wrist was twisted and thus shortened. Franco's head was bent back. A small trickle of blood seeped from a small cut on his neck close to his Adam's apple. "I think we are at a little stand still here, Marco. You see if you hurt my brother, I will signal to have your brother's neck cut deeper. I will make you watch him bleed out. So.... the next move is yours."

MARCO



When Marco saw the children back away from Bren, he smiled as he whispered to Tamir, "I warned you Tamir that your actions would come back to bite you." He was shocked that Tamir seemed to be lost in thought.

"Could my actions have you remembering? Tamir, I wish I had not found out that you like your twin betrayed the PACT. Cause now you both will face PACT wrath!" Marco wondered as he eased his hold slightly. He thought back to the screams he had heard five years ago.



One of the children holding something in both hands slowly walked up to behind Brennan. Marco glared at the child. Within seconds Marco watched helpless as the twelve year old wrapped whatever was in his hands around Bren's throat and yanked. Bren gave a weak scream.

Marco heard a moan from his brother's direction. Turning back to the man had the knife to his baby brother's throat. Inwardly Marco knew that Damir had once again checkmated him. He had gotten the message loud and clear. "Unlike me, Damir would kill both. If I even go for the kid to save Bren, I will lose Frankie. If I get to Frankie, That pup will kill Bren! Either way, I will have failed and Neo will be furious."



Marco was inwardly shaking as he had seen Damir's look. The man planned on major payback. Marco said as he slowly released Tamir, "Unlike you Traitor, I am not a Killer!"

He went to his knees with his hands on his head. Damir's guards were upon him in seconds. His arms were yanked behind him and within seconds he was on the ground tied up like a Rodeo calf. One of the guards painfully opened his mouth and shoved a ball into it. This ball was different as it had small spikes on it. It also had two small latches that the guard hooked to the back of the collar.

The guard then yanked Marco's head back placing a dagger to Marco's throat. "Lord Damir, you want me to kill him now!"

Marco was pretty sure that Damir wanted him to suffer. "I will probably be praying for death. I just hope Bren and Frankie are not killed due to my stunt." He just prayed that Frankie and Bren snapped out of their heads soon. They were slipping further into the past and away from the here and now. "We are losing them to their internal demons." he whispered to himself.

TAMIR



Tamir listed. His brother got the infamous Frank Cole, Mercenary, to agree to two other stipulations. Tamir would, of course, attend all of the doctor visits and the Birthing Center visits to learn how to use those places for his own advantage. The doctor visits would be interesting, but he had been and assisted in many of those before. The doctor was a genius with some of the experiments he could come up with, and still allow the patient to live and function. The Birthing Center was going to be the most fun. Those women could be unmerciful when it came to trying to get pregnant. His brother wanted him to know about what went on there, so Damir had made him spend three hours, allowing the woman to do anything they wanted to, to him. He had been sore for three days afterward. Tamir was going to watch the strong Frank Cole being reduced to a begging Toy-boy.



At first Tamir stiffened, but then he relaxed like his brother's guards had taught him. He turned his head slightly so his throat was in Marco bent elbow, thus allowing him to breath. He wasn't worried because he knew his brother would take care of him.




The look of disapproval with descended on his brother's face, made Tamir ashamed. He had made his brother sad and angry with him. He would accept his punishment later and then maybe his brother would be happy again.

Tamir followed his brothers eyes toward the children. He knew his brother didn't especially like the young pups. He was always saying how they were always in the way, and he had to use valuable guards to protect them until they learned their lessons and could join the clan. But, Damir never had a problem using the children when he wanted to. He said it was to train them.



Tamir watched the young pups. Maybe he could start using the children also to help him when he needed to get something accomplished. The young wizard refused to hit them. Everyone was always trying to protect them. Their instructors were carefully chosen, so the children would be made to learn and work for privileges. They were taught to fear their superiors. They were taught the power they could gain through mental and physical skills. They were taught the weak did not survive.



It finally hit Tamir how he could show his brother he was learning. He could use one of the children to help train his pet. But which one? He smiled as his eyes settled on the young girl of five. He had seen her in training. She was tough. She looked younger than her years. One of the lessons the children were taught was to how to use their appearance of vulnerability to get closer to adults or other children so they could use their other abilities. The girl would work fine. As soon as he had his pet under control again, he would make an offer to the girl to earn an unbelievable amount of privileges.



Finally. Tamir had been watching the children so intently he didn't catch how his brother had gotten the wizard to let go of him and sink to his knees.



Tamir was relieved when his brother shook his head in answer to the guard's question. His brother looked at him and then down at his pet, hogtied at his feet. "Do you think you can handle him now, brother? "

Tamir nodded and whispered, "I have an idea I would like to try Damir, of course with your permission."

Damir nodded and Tamir stepped closer to his brother and whispered his idea in his ear. The slow smile which spread across his brothers face, made him feel light and powerful. His brother was smiling again.


(OOC: Tamir is an admin character. I also write for Damir.)

DAMIR



Damir was very proud of his pups. The seven standing in the room, had proven themselves before. He took special interest in the twelve year old standing behind Brennan. The boy was tall, and although he was thin he showed the possibility of being very strong. He would have to keep an eye on the pup. Damir motioned one of the guards over and told him to find out about the pup for him. He wanted the boy brought to him later. It had been a while since Damir had personally trained one of the young ones.



Damir saw the moment his brother realized what use the children could be to him. It always took his brother a bit longer to get the idea. Tamir had a good idea. "Take your pet back to the training area you have set up. You may release him as you see fit." He looked at the children and called, "Mia, come here."

The youngest of the seven children came over and bowed low. She was a pixie of a girl, all legs and smiles. "Mia, Master Tamir would like to talk with you. You have my permission to do anything he tells you to do. Do you understand?" Damir knew the girl would take it as an order, but this was her life and if she wanted to survive she had to allow herself to be used as others saw fit. His brother had hinted at some of the privileges the girl would gain, so he knew she would endure anything else to get them. She would probably survive.

When Tamir walked away, dragging Marco, and followed by Mia, Damir turned back to Cole. The pet was still on the floor, sitting on his thighs, his forehead to the cold stone floor. "Rise pet, I wish to see your face.... Franco, Brennan and yourself are going to be taken to the Hospital wing, where they will be checked out and the Doctor will have his introductory visit with you. When Franco and Brennan are done, they will be brought to you so you can see that they are being sent away. My brother will be allowed to keep Marco for another 24 hours, so he can practice his training methods."

The doctor was going to be thrilled. Damir knew a battery of quick tests would be done on Franco and Brennan, as well as a good sampling of all of their body fluids, before they would be released. The doctor knew they were coming and had his little army of helpers already to triage the two man. Cole would have it a little rougher. He would receive the same tests, although in greater depth, and give the same samples, but a few extra tests would be done on him.

"After you finish with the doctor you will visit the Birthing Center. This first visit will only be for one hour though. Then you will be brought back here and prepped for the machine. I am not going to ask you if you understand this Pet, because you have already acknowledged your willingness to comply." Damir reached down and patted Cole's. "You are going to be a good Pet."

Damir looked up and clapped his hands three times. The room became active. Brennan was released from his spot on the floor and two guards helped him up and supported him toward the front door. Damir had to give the boy credit. He still tried to struggle. Franco was released from his harness and two guards walked him to the door. The man's feet were being held off the ground. Marco was pulling on the leash Tamir had put him on trying to get to Franco and Brennan.

Damir watched as Tamir bent down and whispered in the girls ear. He knew exactly when he was telling her about the extras she would be earning. Her face lit up. He knew when he was telling her about what she had to do. She looked at Marco, back at Tamir and slowly nodded, dropping her eyes to the floor. Tamir grabbed the back of the girls collar and yanked her toward Marco. He said something to Marco and then threw the girl at Marco's feet. Training had started.

Tamir raised the crop he had taken from the table and started to whip the girl. She yelped with each lash. He punctuated each strike with. "When. You. Are. Willing. To. Behave. Marco. I . Will. Stop. Disciplining. The. Girl. You Decide."

Marco screamed and fell to his knees. "Stop. I will obey you, Master." The word "master" almost caused him to lose the vile, slowly working its way up his throat.