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1813: Random Scene: Ultimate Control

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Warning... There's a bit of blood, self harm and slavery in this, which is clearly pointed out...

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A mouse was walking beside Fane casually in Fane’s castle. He was a very talkative mouse, but at the moment Fane didn’t mind. Fane just followed the conversation and nodded every once in a while. Hearing the other mouse brag about everything and anything he’d ever done or accomplished was amusing. This was a good day. Suddenly the mouse came up with the topic of servants as they walked passed where Damien was cleaning.
“Whatever I ask, he will do. I have ultimate control over him” the mouse said proudly and Fane raised an eyebrow.
“Ultimate control?” Fane repeated sarcastically, smiling.
“Damien” he said a little louder and Damien walked over to the mice obediently.
“What are you getting at, Fane?” the mouse asked, but Fane held up a finger to make him silent. Without breaking eye contact with the mouse, Fane snapped his fingers and let his hand rest by his side. Without hesitation Damien got down on his knees in front of Fane and kissed his hand. The mouse looked down at Damien with slight amazement.
“Ultimate control is when words are not needed for the command to be fulfilled” Fane said calmly and moved his hand to point lazily at his shoe. Damien instantly went down on all four and kissed his Master’s feet.
“And when every order is fulfilled without hesitation” Fane added and handed Damien a dagger. Glancing up at his Master, Damien obediently took the dagger and pointed it onto his chest. The expression on Fane’s face had told Damien to make it slow. Taking a deep breath, Damien started pushing the dagger into his chest. The pain shot through him as Damien shut his eyes tight. The mouse only stared at Damien as his hands started shaking.
“Stop” Fane said casually and Damien froze, still holding the dagger into his chest.
“I believe my point has been proven” Fane added and the mouse looked up at him with slight shock. The smile Fane had had all day was still on his face. A slight gesture from Fane, let Damien remove the dagger and he clutched his chest in pain.
“Sh-should I cl-clean the dagger, Master?” Damien asked quietly through his pain and heavy breaths. Not even bothering to look at his slave, Fane waved him off and Damien slowly and painfully got to his feet, unsteadily. Leaning against the wall for support, Damien did his best to walk away to fulfill his Master’s orders. The mouse watched as Damien collapsed into the arms of another servant and was dragged away.
“You were saying…?” Fane asked casually and the mouse’s attention snapped back to him.
“Nothing” he replied and felt a chill run down his spine. Fane chuckled as the mouse became deadly silent unless Fane asked him a direct question.
As I said at the top 'there's a bit'... So I don't think it's enough to put mature filter on it... 

Anyway... Damien is about 341, which means he's been a slave for a VERY long time. He knows Fane almost as good as Fane does. He doesn't need to hear Fane say anything to understand what Fane wants him to do. And Damien will do anything Fane asks, out loud or silently. He might not like it, but it's an order and Damien doesn't understand the concept of free will anymore. The only thing he really knows is to do as he's told. At this point Damien's memory of a life before Fane is gone. He doesn't know he was a gypsy, he doesn't know he had a family once... He barely knows he was mortal once... He doesn't even remember his name... He knows his name is Damien, but his last name (Sorena) is lost to him and his middle name (Ferka) has become a nickname Fane uses to mock him (since it means French). And because of that, Damien knows he's French. But that's about it... 

There are times when Damien would know something instinctively, but think better of it and just do as he's told. He can't actually explain why he has the instincts that he has because he can't remember. But some gypsy is still in him and he still knows what he was taught as a child, like cooking and all the languages and stuff like that, he just don't know why he knows it...
If that made sense...^^;

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1770: Random Scene: EscapeWarnings: This includes slavery, talk of rape, abuse, not murder directly but a bit indirectly and it's hinted to...
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“I want this spotless” Fane said as he walked away from Damien and another slave, Vali. Silently the two of them nodded and found some cleaning supplies. After a while of silent cleaning, Vali looked towards the door and stopped. Hope blossomed inside him.
“He left the door open…” Vali breathed out, staring the door.
Walking down the hall, Fane realized he’d left his watch with Damien and Vali. Groaning in agitation, he turned around and walked back.
“He left the door open” Vali repeated a bit louder and Damien looked at him.
“Damien, we can get out of here” Vali said happily, but Damien just looked at him.
“Come on!” Vali said and moved towards the door, but stopped in his tracks when he noticed Damien didn’t fo

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Echoes in the Night
Echoes in the Night
Black. That was all I could see. Darkness in all directions. Up, down; left, right. And it was cold. So bitterly cold. I wrapped my arms around myself, shivering from not only the cold, but also in fear. Where am I? How did I get here? I couldn't remember a thing.
"H-Hello?" I called timidly, my voice barely above a whisper. I strained my ears to hear a sound, any sound, any signs of life.
But nothing. Just absolute silence.
The phrase "silent as the grave" entered my head, and I shivered again as chills went down my spine. I began to walk forward slowly, my steps echoing throughout this eerie place. I had absolutely no idea where I was going, but it was better than just sitting doing nothing. I had to find some way out.
After walking for some time, the darkness began to recede a bit, from a pitch black to a charcoal gray. I could now see a little ways away, but not very far, as a fog had seemed to settle over the area. It felt as if I'd been walking for ages by :iconals123:

However, his next appearance is at the end of: 
Echoes in my Mind PrologueEchoes in my mind
Prologue
Smoke from the long cigarette in his gloved hand curled about his head as he gazed out the stained glass window, watching the lightning zigzag through the night sky. It was an awing sight, seeing the bolts of electricity shooting between the clouds and down to the ground. It was as if the elements themselves shared his foul mood.
"P-Professor?"
The rat… or large mouse, as he viewed himself… gritted his teeth in agitation as that bat's gruff voice grated on his nerves. "What is it, Fidget?" he asked, rubbing his temple with a white gloved hand as he felt a migraine coming on.
"Th-there's someone wants ta see ya…"
"Who is it and what do they want?" he demanded.
"I dunno who it is," the bat shrugged. "'E's a grey mouse with fancy black clothes a-an' sorta red colored eyes… kinda spooky looking," he added with a shudder. "Said it was really important. Somethin' about a business prop… uh, propa…" Fidget scratched his head in thought, by :iconals123:

And after that he is in:
Echoes of Fear: Part 1    A lone mouse walked out of the old library and headed across campus to his dorm. Dominique Flagrantia was the top medical student in his class at Oxford and a favorite among his professors. Graduation was only a few months away, and because of his achievements he’d already been offered several positions at some of the best clinics in London. The only thing left in his way was his final exams, which is why recently he’d been spending most of his days in the library studying.
    Dominique was a quiet mouse with few friends and kept mostly to himself. Sure he didn’t mind the occasional distraction here and there, but he rarely socialized and instead remained focused on his studies. He had white fur with dark hair that seemed to have an almost bluish tint to it in a certain light. His eyes were a rich golden brown, but they were mostly hidden by long bangs that partially covered his face. Unlike most of his peers he liked to keep his hai by :iconals123:
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Ugh, my heart so goes out to Damien, it sucks all that he has to deal with. Meany Fane.