Imprisoned for nothing

[Crossroads]

(You'll do it?)

[Moogle.]

"Shiromi, is it?" Sithius asked, slightly grinning. "I want you to go find Yuki and bring her back here." He looked down at Samuel again and struck him a few more times.

(blah....)

[Crossroads]

"Yes, my lord." Shiromi stated bluntly. Muttering a few words and at the same time, sprinkling white sand on his hair, he vanished, with a brilliant flash.

(bleh....writers block)

[Crossroads]

(Yo, Fullmetal, would u mind replying in the dark dragon inn board?)

[Crossroads]

(I just started the flaming eagle bar board, and I'm looking for a spy to meet Sithius's expectations.....anyone?)

[Kawai]

Samuel screamed from Sithius stricking him, his back bloody. His arm hurt from trying to attack him, his shoulder dislocation hurt wildly. It throbbed dully, making him wince

[Moogle.]

Sithius kicked him hard in the ribs. "What'll it be? Black riders, or death?" he asked in a threatening tone.

[Kawai]

"neither!" he screamed trying to curl in a ball. But Sithius was standing on him preventing Samuel from curling. He winced at the kick "your attacks are mear child's play! i've had worse!" he yelled

[Moogle.]

Sithius rose his whip again, but just as he brought it down on Samuel, it turned into three knives and dug deeply into his back. "You have five hours to change your mind; wait any longer and the poison will set in and kill you," he said as he began walking off into the darkness of the dungeon.

[Kawai]

Samuel screamed in pure agony, he lay there face down. back and arm bloody, arm dislocated. soon to die, he has had much worse torment

[Crossroads]

"Why throw away your life? I see no point in dying uselessly, your death here will have no meaning. You are defending no one, you are helping no one, you had no purpose in life, and your death no one will mourn. As a Black Rider, you will make a difference. Yes, you could be very useful..." Shiromi stopped, pondering while he let his words sink in, like poisoned arrows, hitting there mark with painful accuaracy.

[Kawai]

"if i die... my suffering will finaly end.... i will be free of my curse" Samuel wispered turning his face slightly, his blue eyes barely open from the pain. His ears twitched, he sighed "do you see a scar upon my back? take my shirt off and look, a long slash from my right hip to my left shoulder. from a prince, for loving his dear sister. i cannot escape him, he hunts me to the death"

[Crossroads]

"Why run? Fighting him, even if you die, would be much more honorable then dying in a dungeon when you had the chance to live, when you had the chance to make a diference" Shiromi spat on him, disguisted at what become of the once possibly useful man, now lying at his feet moaning in agony.

[Kawai]

Samuel did nothing, he accepted the spit a the nip a rat gave him as it scampered by. He sighed and slipped into unconsciousness

[Crossroads]

"Weakling" he said to noone in particular, spitting again at his feet.

((gotta go, bye))

[Crossroads]

Sitting down on the only bench in the cell, Shiromi waited for the prisoner to wake. He had more to say...

[Kawai]

A hour samuel awoke, a bit dizzy. He groaned softly as he sat up, his left arm hanging limp

[Crossroads]

"I see you have awakened. Did you have a dream? You made a serious racket in your sleep. Is there someone you care about?" He asked, being entertained by the spasm that crossed Samuels face.

[Kawai]

"why should i tell you?" He muttered putting his good hand to his forehead rubbing slightly "ow.." he murmured. Samuel sighed looking up "why do you care?"

[Crossroads]

"Why not? If you're so intend on dying, which reminds me, you only have about one and a half hours left to live. If i were in your position, i would try to make something useful of my pathetic life. But then again, i was never weak, like you!" He said the last with a snarl.

(( i know if u weren't poisoned you would kick my butt )