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Title: Crimson Midnight
Chapter: 4/?
Authors: Bleeding Star Goddess and Uppertorso
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Well, it's all OC but anyways Zabius/Lerrias, Chrodin/Athemes, (past) Azith/Prymis

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Jhonen Vasquez, various publishers including but not limited to Nickelodeon Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: This story and the chapters in it will take place in an Alternate Universe with original characters and will involve xenophile situations, romantic and sexual relationships of the homosexual nature as well as the heterosexual nature. Similarly, torture, cannibalism, angst, sexual content, gore, violence, murder, genocide, adult language, and attempted rape will be within the contents of this story.

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Chapter 04: Beat the Brow and Bend the Back

They hated him, they feared him, they inspired to be like him and yet he would have none of their attention. Zabius didn't care for those he was to call peers. He understood why they were called that though, all they did was peer at one another, sizing them up and measuring them, wondering if they were lesser than them, or - Goddess forbid - higher ranking than them. He didn't care, so long as Lerrias was beside him, smiling at him he could continue to let the masses stare and gawk.

Professor Vex, since the black's arrival, would pick him constantly, trying to see if the little true black had intelligence as well as strength. Zabius never answered anything. Vex would bristle, his antennae tense as Zabius would just stare back at him blankly, eventually Lerrias would have to speak up for him. His refusal to answer anything started the rumor machines, everything he did seemed to start one. The rumors like everything else, were vast and varied: he wasn't speaking to Vex because he was snobbish and so felt the irken beneath his time, he was too slow in the head to answer or he didn't understand the question, his particular favorite was that he was such a mutation that he was unable to speak thus the little crimson had to answer for him, and Lerrias' favorite was that Zabius was so far advanced that he had forgone speech and those black orbs could read thoughts. They had laughed in their room when they had heard that one circulating.

Zabius' life, however, was not merely the basic schooling and soon to be combat training, no, basics weren't possible when their caretaker was Athemes. He often was slammed up against a wall, and she would smile, because Athemes always smiled at him. Her cruelty could have reached new highs when it concerned Zabius; she would strap him to a table to "experiment" although it was always in the name of testing his limits. Her experiments were a wide variety of things, sometimes it was injecting a poison into him, to see if it affected him or if he would absorb it into his blood stream. She would carve designs and patterns or even schematics into his skin, never deep enough to scar but pain didn't need to be deeper than skin. Athemes favorite threat was that if he struggled or resisted the experiments that she could always bring in Lerrias to do them instead, the little red could finally prove to have more worth than being a translator. After those sessions Lerrias would move into his bed and just hold him, cooing softly as he would do basic first-aid on what bruises and cuts he could.

He would go to lectures with bruises and bandages, which merely started up further rumors, it didn't help that Zabius and Lerrias had never been moved into the Academy Dorms but remained in the quarters in the science building. Athemes and Chrodin didn't want Zabius in them, Athemes because it didn't make him readily available to force a poison down his throat and Chrodin didn't want him in the dorms because he didn't want possible assassinations on the little black. This was his life, and Zabius made no complaint, Lerrias was with him.

He and Lerrias were walking down the main science hall, claw in claw and Lerrias was smiling, although he knew that as soon as they got back to their room that Zabius would pull out the beads and ribbons for his antennae. It was an annoyance he suffered for his twin's amusement. Their walk always gained on-lookers, the presence of the black not yet common enough to ignore.

"I think today was a good day," Lerrias smiled at him; "Instructor Vex finally stopped calling on you and is calling on others again."

Zabius merely shrugged and Lerrias chuckled. Both smeets stopped as a very long leg came into their view. They looked up and Zabius instantly moved so that Lerrias was a bit behind him, he would only move the red further if this Taller proved a threat.

"Well my my my, if it isn't the little mutant," the deep-blue eyed Irken grinned as he rested his claws on his waist. "And his ever present parasitic translator, how could I forget," Zabius bared his teeth in warning as he made Lerrias and himself step back. "Now where do you think you're going mutant and don't answer parasite," the blue hissed at Lerrias.

Lerrias' antennae pressed against his head and with a light tug he tried to get Zabius to just ignore the scientist and head back to their rooms. He gazed around them, some Irkens pausing to just watch, while others continuing about their work.

Zabius didn't answer - of course Zabius never answered if it wasn't Lerrias asking the question. He remained baring his fangs and as the Taller took a step forward he would make sure he and Lerrias stepped back.

It was rare for someone to stop them on their paths but it was the fear of Athemes and the Master that caused such obedience, not for any real concern for the smeets. However, every once and a while someone would try to harass them if only to get a rise out of the little black.

"Answer me mutant," the Taller hissed as he stepped forward again and Zabius hissed as he saw they were being backed into a wall. The scientist chuckled. "Oh what's this now, getting uncomfortable are we?"

"Please let us on our way," Lerrias whispered, biting his lip and hating that he could do nothing.

"I said silence parasite!" the Taller struck out then, not aiming for Zabius but for Lerrias.

Zabius eyes narrowed and his own small claw snapped out, grabbing the Taller's own. He bent it back in one swift motion until a 'crack' issued from it, a hiss of pain falling from the scientist's mouth. The Taller locked eyes with Zabius and startled. Zabius released the claw and pushed the Taller away, pulling on Lerrias to hurry him down the hall, to make a run for it to get back to their quarters. They weaved and bobbed through the scientists' legs but they didn't get very far.

Both smeets were slammed up against a wall. Lerrias gasped in surprise and Zabius snarled, snapping and struggling against the claws that held him down.

"I'd calm down if I were you, unless you want your little parasite to get hurt?" the Taller who he had hurt warned as he came up to them, cradling his broken wrist to his chest. The friends of the Taller sneered down at them as the one holding Lerrias tightened his grip causing Lerrias to gasp out in pain. Zabius stilled, watching as Lerrias continued to try and break free but he shook his head.

"There we go, we're all calm now," one of the two Irken's holding him chuckled.

He took a deep breath, and gazed at the Taller, wishing that combat training had started.

"Indeed, I think you need to learn your place little mutant, people only let you get away with your arrogance because of your eye color. Without that, you're just another little smeet who has no idea of their place." The Taller came closer and with his good claw he scraped a nail along the rim of Zabius' eye.

Both smeets tensed, sensing what was next and Zabius started to struggle anew.

"Without your precious eyes, you are nothing, little mutant," the scientist hiss before he sunk his claws into the socket.

Zabius whimpered and forced himself not to struggle unless more damage was done to his eye. He choked on a scream, forcing himself not to give the others the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

"ZABIUS!" Lerrias yelled out, watching as the Taller plucked his twin's eye out, snapping the optical nerve. "No no no! Let him go!"

The Taller chuckled, holding the eye in his claw and Zabius whimpered again, not even Athemes had gone so far yet.

"I'll be keeping this, little mutant, and when you learn to apologize for my wrist, you may get it back."

The ones holding him let go and Zabius fell to his knees, shuddering in pain as he pressed his balled-up fists against his forehead, trying not to scream in pain.

"Zabius!" Lerrias ran over to him as he was released. He looked around, seeking help but everyone turned away from his pleading gaze. He hugged Zabius close to him, hearing the screams of pain in his own head. He closed his eyes, trying not to cry for his twin as he just held them. "Za-Zabius come on. We-We'll get you to the room a-and then…" he hiccupped, upset at himself for falling apart when his twin was in such pain.

He heard the familiar 'click-click-click' and he whimpered as he saw a small little purple leading Athemes over to them. He was both grateful and loathsome towards that purple.

"Athemes!" he called out, "Athemes please!" he whimpered as he continued to hold Zabius. The black's shirt was getting soaked with blood, and a puddle was forming on the floor.

Athemes was calm and she knelt down in front of them. She snapped her fingers and a medical kit was brought to her.

"Shh shh little blood bather, mommy is here now, mommy will make the achy-break all gone."

With firm fingers she tilted Zabius' head up, an empty eye-socket staring back at her. She 'tsked' before she pulled a syringe out of her pak, the liquid within it was deep amber and Lerrias recognized it as a numbing medicine. She injected it into Zabius' temple and he sucked in a breath. Athemes' mad mind wondered if Zabius' blood would absorb this as well and render it useless in later doses.

She wasted no time in bandaging his eyes up in a quick job but Athemes wasn't a medical doctor. A stretcher was brought over and this time it was Lerrias who hissed at the claws trying to pry him away from Zabius.

Athemes put them both on it, uncaring as they were taken to the medical building, one of her personnel running ahead to alert Dorvo.

She did not go with them, instead she stopped and her mad gleam sharpened to a fine blade of sanity. Those in her path were quick to move out of it as she stalked down the halls. She removed her cloak, dropping it on the floor as she heard jubilant laughter from the recreation room for the higher ranked scientists.

She slammed the door open and grinned at the Taller who was throwing the smeets eye up and down like a ball.

"Morvisssss," she hissed, drawing out the 's' in his name. The Taller and his friends quickly bowed. She glided over, a chill filling the room as her skilled fingers plucked the eye out of Morvis' claw, placing it in a jar with restorative jelly and placing it back into her pak. "Oh Morvis..." she chuckled and she watched as all of their antennae tensed.

She slammed Morvis up against a wall, that blade of sanity digging into Morvis' skull. He panicked and kicked Athemes in the stomach, sending her stumbling backwards but not causing her to fall. She giggled as she pulled syringes out of her pak as well as a scalpel.

Distantly she heard the 'pound-pound-dudum dudum' of the guards coming to the door, useless little peons that were never on time.

"Scientist Morvis you are hereby -"

"Exterminated," she interrupted some little pawn. "Arrest the others, leave this one, he is mine."

"Yes Councilor!"

She heard the shuffles and buzzing of tazer-spears as the others were escorted out, but she kept her eyes on Morvis. He gulped, his eyes filled with fear as he had been trained to respect and obey the Master and Council, but his life was on the line.

"Little bug," Athemes interrupted his thoughts as she threw the scalpel and he cried out as it sliced through one of his antennae, having not expected the throw or the accurate aim. "You dare bite what is mine?" she hissed.

He saw a blur of blue before he was thrown into a chasm of agony.

It was only an hour later that she giggled, blood covering her as she walked away from the puddle of flesh and wires. She turned and hissed at the scientists that had gathered at the door; those that had withstood watching her brutality backed away, bowing.

She strode down the hall, covered in blood, but she gave a mere giggle as she headed to the medical building. When she arrived Dorvo was waiting for her in the observation room. She produced the eye and grinned.

"Well then," Dorvo held out his claw, expecting her to hand it over.

"No," she purred, rubbing her cheek along the glass of the jar. "Little sweet-meat needs to learn; only Mommy can hurt him, only mommy can pluck his eye POP!"

Dorvo scowled.

"He could go blind forever even if we put that eye back in Athemes. What uses will the Master have for a blind in one eye black?"

She smacked Dorvo, leaving blood on his cheek and she smiled as if she hadn't moved.

"Mommy is a better doctor than you," she giggled.

Dorvo rolled his eyes.

"Woman you are not a doctor in this area."

"All areas, Mr. Badger," she replied as she moved past him to stare down at Zabius on the operating table, medics around him but unsure what to do since they didn't have his eye to reattach, they had already taken care of the blood loss. She chuckled.

"He'll be blind when it's reattached."

"Legend will be stronger and stronger."

"You're risking his sight and his usefulness to push this limit!" Dorvo growled.

"But just think," she giggled, "what sweet limits push if he can see just fine."
Dorvo shook his head and turned to look down at the operating room. The observation room looked into five different operating rooms, two small ones and one lecture operating room and two advanced rooms.

"What of the crimson?"

"Little blood bather is not a problem, calls out to mommy and mommy answers."

"Adalea and Kalvin have been breeding repeatedly," Dorvo stated off-claw. Athemes glanced at him from the corner of her eye at the mention of the black's and crimson's birth parents. Adalea was a royal-blue who, rather than being in the science building, was a tactics soldier, and Kalvin was a candy apple-red that, like most reds, was a part of the army. She turned to look back down at the smeet. "We have not been able to gain another black as of yet."

Athemes rolled her eyes, catching on to what Dorvo was implying.

"Mommy will look into DNA, Mr. Badger," she waved a dismissive claw. "Both spawn and provider."

The green nodded, not needing to say much else. He and Athemes had been on the Council together since its insurgence. The Master had convinced Dorvo to join with ease and Athemes would follow Chrodin anywhere.

"Should we alert the Master that someone has gone and harmed his precious black?"

"And why would we do that Mr. Badger? Little legend is here, survived and alive, little blood bather with him. Mommy took care of the flea that bit them."

Dorvo winced at that, knowing that the perpetrator would have been on the receiving end of Athemes' full sanity since her wrath brought her away from the edge and cleared her head.

"Keep your eye then, but I recommend no longer than a week cycle," Dorvo said, walking away from the window to examine other procedures.

"Mommy knows, mommy knows, Mr. Badger. Mommy knows what bends and breaks, beats and shakes."

He rolled his eyes as he picked up a vid-screen from the table in the middle of the room where the list for the five rooms' operation schedules of that day sat.

Down in the operating rooms, Lerrias sat outside the door of the one they had taken Zabius into, his knees curled up to is chest. He hated those Irkens; he hated their "peers" and their instructor. They all looked and gawked at Zabius, started rumors about him as if they had a right too, as if they were equal to him. His eyes narrowed and his mind churned.

Zabius was in there because of that Taller and his friends, well, he would show them. He would use their own science and medical prowess to destroy them, but more importantly, to heal Zabius when they all decided to hurt his twin.

Alone in the light pink halls of the medical-building a small smeet sat outside against a wall to an operating room. The nurses and medics that passed by ignored him, they didn't even notice his small form. But he saw them, and he vowed, whispering to himself.

"You all think you're so smart, I will beat you all, I will beat you, and I'll do it at your own game," he hissed as he stared off at the opposite wall.

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