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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Game_of_Thrones_(TV), A_Song_of_Ice_and_Fire_-_George_R._R._Martin
  Relationship:
      Ramsay_Bolton/Theon_Greyjoy/Reek, Ramsay_Bolton/Sansa_Stark, Damon_Dance
      For_Me/Jeyne_Poole, Petyr_Baelish/Varys, Ned_Stark/Sansa_Stark, Varys/
      Jeyne_Poole, Stannis_Baratheon/Davos_Seaworth, Petyr_Baelish/Sansa_Stark,
      Ramsay_Bolton/Roose_Bolton, Tyrion_Lannister/Daenerys_Targaryen, Joffrey
      Baratheon/Sansa_Stark, Ben_Bones/Ros, Renly_Baratheon/Margaery_Tyrell,
      Robb_Stark/Sansa_Stark, Jon_Snow/Robb_Stark, jaqen_H'ghar/Varys/Petyr
      Baelish, Ramsay_Bolton/Reek/Sansa_Stark
  Character:
      Ramsay_Bolton, Theon_Greyjoy, Sansa_Stark, Damon_Dance-for-Me, Luton_
      (ASoIaF), Skinner_(ASoIaF), Ben_Bones, Myranda_(Game_of_Thrones), Jeyne
      Poole, Violet_(Game_of_Thrones), Kyra_(ASoIaF), Ros_(Game_of_Thrones),
      Locke_(Game_of_Thrones), Petyr_Baelish, Styr_(ASoIaF), Jaqen_H'ghar,
      Karl, Fat_Walda_Frey
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Thramsay_-_Freeform, Mental_Health
      Issues, Mental_Institutions, Private_school_from_hell, Implied/Referenced
      Brainwashing, Serial_Killers, Slut_Shaming, Hunters_&_Hunting, Revenge,
      gangrape, Parent/Child_Incest, Sexual_Abuse, Mind_Manipulation,
      Recreational_Drug_Use, Labyrinth_References, Heavy_BDSM, Pack_Bonding,
      Nannerverse
  Series:
      Part 11 of All_Bolton_Beasts
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-04-16 Completed: 2016-08-03 Chapters: 93/93 Words: 125291
****** Trial and Execution of the Bolton Death Trio ******
by nanjcsy
Summary
     Ramsay Bolton, you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers. It
     has been my displeasure to suffer you in this courtroom and it is my
     pleasure to sentence you to die. The things you have done are
     examples of true darkness and evil, the light shuns you. So many
     crimes at your feet and now I must add two more.
     Sansa Bolton and Theon Bolton, the wife and adopted brother of this
     vile beast. You have been found guilty by a jury of your peers. I
     have never and hope never again to hear such a tale like this. You
     both have been victims of this man, both have been tortured beyond
     what most could survive through. I am no monster, I understand what
     the doctors say and I believe everything you have told me. Regardless
     of why it was done, you have both committed atrocities and you must
     be held accountable for that. I hereby sentence you both to die. May
     you both find peace in death and may Ramsay Bolton find hellish
     eternal punishment.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Jail Bird *****
Catelyn Stark checked her hair one last time in the bathroom mirror. She pulled
the scarf more securely around the thick scar around her throat. Adjusted her
sunglasses and took a deep steadying breath that rattled slightly. Back ramrod
straight, the strong woman grasped the door and opened it. The onslaught of
reporters and cameras was instant and Cat cursed herself for pride. She really
should have listened when that loathsome Tyrion warned her of the media circus.
He had offered her an escort and she nearly spit at him in her indignation.
Come to think of it, h Judge Stannis had made that very offer, as had Margery
just last night on the phone. Damn it, they were sticking things in her face
and the questions. Names being hurled at her in an accusatory tone, as if any
of this were her fault? How could she have ever known what was happening with
Sansa? Cat has spent years trying to raise her other children and trying to
keep sane. She was busy trying to figure out who killed her husband and son,
never knowing he was right there. Not knowing she gave her daughter to him in
marriage. So maybe that is what this heavy guilt on her shoulders is, but these
predators do not know that. It is a secret and Cat is a very proud woman. Head
up, Cat begins to try and push through the media. After a moment a bailiff
helps her into the courtroom.
After the pandemonium that followed the sentencing it took a while to get
everyone out. Now the room was empty except for a few people. Judge Stannis,
his assistant Davos Seaworth, the Boltons lawyer Tyrion Lannister and the Head
of Prosecution Dany Targaryen. With a nod to an officer, Stannis adjusted his
robes and waited while Sansa was brought back into the courtroom. "Sansa, in
spite of my sentencing I am compelled by your mother and both attorneys to give
you one last word. You have been honest in your accounting but the court and
those who know you feel there is more. There is something you are hiding, the
three of you are hiding. Sansa, I do not want to put you to death. It would
give me a reason to stay my hand. Give me a reason to show you mercy, put you
in a mental institution where you might get help. There are simply too many
names, too many things and the timelines don't match. Some cases that we cannot
conclusively match. Please, give us one name, one word. Give me one thing to
save yourself." Sansa stared at Stannis, then looked over at her mother. With a
cold smile Sansa said, "Fix your collar mother, wouldn't want that unsightly
scar to be seen now would you? Remember, image and pride are everything."
Turning back to the judge, the lovely but hard face was frozen. The eyes gave
away nothing and Sansa's voice was ice, inviting no kindness. "I have nothing
further to add."
Even when Sansa was back in her cell and she was then brought to a counselors
office, she did not crack. The fat woman showed due compassion when she told
Sansa her mother committed suicide. Coldly, Sansa thanked the woman for the
information and asked to go back to her cell. Only after the lights were out,
did that stone exterior crack. Only the roaches and rats were witness to the
tears that tracked down the young woman's face. Sansa cried for her mother
because she wasn't sad and she should be. When her father died, Sansa's heart
broke, when her brother died, she cried for months. Her mother just hung
herself because of her daughter and the daughter couldn't feel anything. She
loved her mother once, Sansa remembers it. She loved her family, flaws and all.
Sansa was always accused of being emotional, at least in the past. A foggy, not
real type of candy coated past that she barely recalls anymore. Just one thing,
just one word and her mother would still be alive. Or maybe it would have made
no difference in the end.
Sliding a hand into her bottoms, still quietly crying, Sansa began to play with
herself. One word, it was here screaming through her head and there it will
stay. Nearing to a climax, Sansa thought of that name and an orgasm ripped
through her. Idly, as Sansa wiped the drying tears away she wondered if her
mother thought the name too. It was a name mentioned so many times around her
house after her father died. The man Cat long suspected of murdering her men.
Roose Bolton. Sansa laughed soundlessly before falling into a dreamless sleep.
They had no idea how much they had missed, really. Ramsay wasn't the monster,
not really. He was a victim just like his wife and pet. Roose Bolton, he was
the true monster and they were his silent disciples. Sansa wondered if
execution will be very painful, she doubted it would be as painful as what
Roose could dole out. Or Sansa's own husband for that matter. Her last thought
before sleep was if she would be granted lemoncakes with her last meal. Sansa
doubted she would find any in the Seven Hells she will be descending through
eternally.
***** Jail Bait *****
Chapter Summary
     Tyrion and Dany have breakfast. Theon is given the same offer as
     Sansa was. The prison guards arrange a brutal surprise for Theon.
Tyrion and Dany met in front of the diner and sat together. They ordered
breakfast and began to speak, sometimes waving knives around in the air to make
a point. No one in the little city found this alarming or curious. The two
opposing forces have been having breakfast together at this diner since the day
they passed the bar exam. Dany and Tyrion never hung out, they never dated,
never slept together. They simply had breakfast every day since they were
school age. The day that their fathers stood face to face and sneered. "Even my
freakish son could debate better than you." "My little girl could just squash
your dwarf and you in a debate, even with her empty little head!" From that day
forward the two headed out of their homes at breakfast time. They met in a park
that lay between their homes. When questioned about this by their families, the
answer was the same. "I need to know my enemy to defeat him. Then I can begin
to defeat the rest of you."
What neither would ever admit is that there was a friendship there too. The
only other person who understands, who could feel always on the fringe. That
nothing they do will ever be good enough for anyone to really love and care for
them. They did not always debate or speak of law. Tyrion was the first to hear
of Drogo and until the man died, he held her hand, silent support. When Tyrion
went through that horror with his first wife and his father, Dany let her eggs
go cold. She cried along with him, then smacked him when he told her he had
thought of killing that faithless whore. Today was going to be a terrible day
and both already looked terrible enough. "Did you get my text last night?"
asked Tyrion as he drank his coffee. Dany glared at him as she stabbed some
fruit. "Yes, I did. It was unbearably sick of you." Raising an eyebrow, Tyrion
began to carve into a rare steak. "Oh? I'm sorry. I just thought you would want
to see what your stupid move cost." "You, Stannis and Cat agreed it was the
only chance she had. We had no idea that Cat would kill herself." "I hope this
convinces you to end this here. Let them go to their deaths. You won. I lost.
You should be on top of the world celebrating. Why keep this stupid
investigative shit going?" "You know why. Because there is one more. And when I
beat you at Roose Bolton's trial, then I will celebrate."
Judge Stannis looked down at Dany and Tyrion. "Are you sure that you wish to
continue with this plan?" Dany was firm and Tyrion nodded, saying it was a
waste of time and money, but why not? Sighing, he ordered Theon Greyjoy to be
brought forth. It was very hard to believe that this shuffling, hunched boy,
eyes shining with terror could have hurt anyone. The cuffs that chained his
wrists and ankles were from the juvenile center because he was so thin and
frail. His hair was so long that the boy's face was obscured, only those bugged
eyes visible. The clothing hung off him and Theon shook like he had palsy.
"Theon, the attorneys have convinced me to offer you one last opportunity to
save yourself. Offer me something so I can give you mercy. A name, another
interview with detectives where you don't just say, "ask Ramsay" to a question
you don't like. Then I can send you somewhere for you to get treatment, live
safely out your life." Theon kept his eyes low but he seemed to notice each
person in the room separately. That included Roose Bolton, who sat in the same
seat he has sat in most of the trial. Theon flinched and shook his head
frantically. "I have nothing to tell you, Your Honor." The voice was very soft
and apologetic.
"HEY JAIL BAIT! LITTLE WHORE, YOU WANNA SUCK MY COCK FIRST OR SAVE THE BEST FOR
LAST?" Theon knew the guards were grinning over the catcalls. His looks seem to
inspire pity in many but not all, not after the things he has done. Not after
the stories both true and false began to circulate over what he and Ramsay have
done. So far twice Theon has been beaten and raped by guards. He did nothing
but submit and when asked, kept his mouth shut about how he was injured. The
same when they made the mistake of putting him in general population and they
nearly killed him. Roose Bolton had Tyrion raise hell over it. When Ramsay
heard what had been done to his pet he caused a riot to happen in his maximum
security wing. Which caused Sansa to cause a starve in at her prison. Since
then Theon had been kept in a solitary cell in a mental health unit. Til today
when he was sentenced to death and now given an opportunity to save himself. It
has been spurned and will not be offered again. The guards told him he would be
taken to a holding cell until transport to his final prison happens. Then they
tossed him into the general cell area, unlocking two cell doors on their way
back out, whistling.
He watched numbly as four large men came forward, grinning. The screams of
violent demands came from every cell and it only fueled the men who rushed the
tiny figure. Theon gave no resistance, in fact when a cock was shoved into his
mouth, he sucked it. The careful training painfully taught to him by Ramsay
saves his life now. As it had when he had suffered the prison guards and
prisoners before. They may hurt, rape, humiliate and torture him, but they
won't kill him or take pieces off him with a blade. So he submits, pretending
to himself that it is the Boys and Ramsay wants this. It makes it easier to
accept. Another thing is, he can be Reek when things like this happen. They
force him to say he is Theon, but he really knows he is Reek. Ramsay's Reek.
Always Forever. Reek rhymes with sneak and he hides away. Hides away the words
others want him to say, hides who he really is. Soon he will be dead and so
will Ramsay, Sansa too. They will meet in the seven hells and finally be free
of Father. Sir. Theon screams when he is fucked bloody over and over, inside,
Reek revels in thoughts of being with Ramsay. Later that day, when Reek is
being tended at the hospital, he steals a syringe and needle. During breakfast
the next morning in general population, Reek stabbed the ringleader rapist in
the eye with it.
***** Beast Behind Bars *****
Chapter Summary
     Podrick gets a chance to speak in Tyrion's stead in the worst way.
     Dany makes an offer to Ramsay.
Podrick was somewhere between fascination and terror as he walked down the
corridor of the jail. He always hated these damned places. Why did he have to
intern with Tyrion Lannister of all the lawyers he could have chosen? Because
the man was the best at what he did, that's why. And Podrick wanted to be more
than just a lackey lawyer someday, he wanted to surpass the best lawyers. Which
is why he spent his college years interning for Dany and why he switched to
Tyrion directly after he passed the bar exam. What made each of them take him
on was not his skills or grades though both were good, it was his goals. "I
wish to work for the two best lawyers, to learn and train from each of you. So
I can surpass you someday." Each had smiled then worked the boy to the bone.
This was by far the worst though. Podrick was used to dealing with the prisons
by now. Whether it was Dany or Tyrion, Podrick was used to facing the worst of
criminals. Yet never before had they dealt with something like this. It was
just his cursed luck that he was working for the defense on this case. There
was no doubt of the guilt, of the insanity of it all. There was no doubt that
Roose was going free and sending his family to their deaths. No doubt that
Roose was the root and cause of it all, but not enough legal evidence can ever
be found. Tyrion was a hard drinker but Podrick was truly fearing for his liver
over this case.
If Tyrion was taking it hard, Dany was agonizing and it showed on her face.
Podrick could see how tired and sick she was over it all. Why wouldn't they
just end it, he begged both of them separately. He cornered Dany at the bar and
Tyrion during an elevator ride. Both rebuffed him and said to mind his
business. Then Dany had told Podrick she was already in too deep to stop now.
She had to take down the leader or he will simply move on and make a new deadly
family elsewhere. Tyrion had snapped that if Dany would drop it, he would be
thrilled to let it go himself. That he wanted nothing more than to end this
whole damned case. Then Tyrion said Podrick asked too many questions, the wrong
ones. He made sure Podrick had way too much work to ask anything else after
that. Podrick has done everything asked of him without much question. Except
this one thing, he did fight with Tyrion over this one. "Why me? You are his
lawyer. I am just your second. I never even speak in court, I just do
everything else." Tyrion ignored the jibe and poured another drink. "Because
the man hates me. I work for his father and therefore I do not do his own
personal bidding. So if Dany has even the slightest chance of him listening, I
cannot be there. You will go and represent us, you are also his lawyer, whether
you have spoken or not. After all, as you said, you do everything else, who
knows this case better? Who more qualified to protect his rights than you?"
Ramsay sat across from Podrick and Dany, his ice cold eyes scanning both of
them. A bright smile full of sharp teeth, with a threatening cheer. "Tyrion
sent his lackey. I can only assume that this is either so mundane it doesn't
warrant his attention. Or it is something so sneaky or bad that Tyrion dares
not show his face. Which is it?" "My name is Podrick Payne, Ramsay. In case you
have forgotten, we have been seeing each other for over a year now. I am not a
lackey, I am your lawyer as much as Tyrion is. I am the one who knows your case
inside and out. I am highly qualified to be here and act in your best
interests." Dany arched an eyebrow at this earnest speech and Ramsay seemed
amused but intrigued. Clearing her throat, she began. "Ramsay, this is a
private meeting just between us to make one last offer to you. If you would
just answer some inconsistencies for us, or give us the name of the true
mastermind, Judge Stannis will show mercy. He can give Sansa and Theon a safe
life in the institution with doctors-" Ramsay cut her off, his voice soft but
deadly. "His name is Reek." Dany clenched her jaw and glared at Ramsay. "His
legal name, his real name is Theon Greyjoy." This has been a bone of contention
between them both this entire trial. Podrick took a deep breath and spoke.
"Ramsay calls him Reek, the kid calls himself Reek until forced not to. So they
willingly have a Pet/Master lifestyle that includes name changes. Why are you
against different lifestyles, Ms. Targaryen? Or is the real reason for your
visit suddenly unimportant?"
Dany and Ramsay both stared at Podrick for a moment. "Regardless, if you can
give us anything at all, I can see that Sansa and.." Podrick supplied, "Reek."
With some difficulty, Dany uttered the vile nickname. "They could be given life
at a mental health facility where they can be offered treatment." Laughing,
Ramsay said, "I don't think my wife or pet would like seeing doctors everyday
anymore than I would."  Dany stared at him as if he were from another planet.
"Don't you care at all for them? Don't they mean anything to you after all you
have done, after all they have done for you?" Ramsay lunged forward, causing
Dany to jump a bit. "I love my pet more than anyone could imagine and he loves
me just as much. I am very fond of my wife, she is devoted to me and only Reek
can overshadow my affection for her. She loves me and understands that. Do you
really think I want you to kill them? Don't you know it tears me apart to know
what has been done to my defenselessness pets? Reek is getting beaten and raped
despite being protected. Sansa is starving herself to death and no one does a
thing to stop it. Or to find out why she does it. When I first answered all
your questions, you assured me they would be kept safe. You lied. I believe
nothing you offer me now."
That night Ramsay managed to snare a very young new boy who has never been to
jail before. As he tortured and raped him, he thought of his little pet. This
boy doesn't know how lucky he is yet, to have Ramsay to protect him from the
others. Just like he should be doing for Reek right now. They won't allow any
contact between Reek, Ramsay or Sansa. It makes Ramsay hurt to know he will not
see his pets again before they all die. But at least Roose won't be able to
reach them in death. He listens to the muffled screams of his victim and licks
up the blood slowly thinking, don't worry, Reek, soon we will be together
forever. We shall wrap ourselves in Sansa's long red hair and we will all be
safe from HIM.
***** Father. *****
Chapter Summary
     We travel the dark pathways of some special memories of Roose
     Bolton's.
Roose parked his Mercedes and went into the spacious mansion. Thank goodness
his family has left him a sizable inheritance and home. First losing his
license to practice pediatric psychiatry then this trial that cost him a
fortune. He got himself a cup of tea and entered his study. Sitting in his
leather chair at the desk, Roose leans back and looks up at his shelves. Some
were full of books, texts he has referred to through the years. Four of them
were books he had written himself on his findings, his research into disturbed
children. The accusations that he created the traumas or made children sicker
just for his own glory was just the rantings of ignorant minds. For years
Roose's reputation withstood the onslaught til too many bleeding hearts came
out for mental health. Suddenly, institutions were closed and doctors stripped
of careers left and right by a new generation of caregivers. His eyes looked to
other shelves that held a strange assortment of childish items. Each thing was
something that he has taken from important or favored patients Roose wants to
remember. He supposed it was fair to call them trophies, though he felt it was
a crass way to say it. Alive or deceased, Roose remembers each of these kids
fondly and thinks of these items as a little piece of them he could keep
forever. So in his mind, they are still young and weak, vulnerable and his. A
stuffed unicorn with missing eyes made him smirk. This had belonged to Ramsay's
mother.
When the young teen girl was sent to Roose, she was holding the thing in her
hands. She was ordered by the judge to these sessions after robbing a store
with her druggie boyfriend. Both of them were addicted to heroin and Roose had
gotten her straight from detox. It took very little to get the girl addicted to
uppers and downers he prescribed instead. It was amazing the things she would
do to get more from him. Roose usually wore a condom when he fucked her, after
all who knew what her boyfriend could've given her? One night her boyfriend was
murdered by a drug dealer and the girl tried to kill herself. Roose had seen
her in her parent's home, in her bedroom. The sight of the girl so pale, her
wrists bound and stitched, it turned him on. More so, knowing her parents were
right downstairs. So after giving the girl a shot of morphine for which she was
grateful, he fucked her harder than ever before. He had no condoms on him at
the time and he just couldn't resist. When the girl became pregnant, Roose
tried to make her get an abortion. The girl panicked and fled out the clinic
window on her family. She never told anyone who got her pregnant, but she never
spoke to her family again. Roose thought she would die a junkie and her child
with her in some dirty crack-house somewhere.
It was a shock when Social Services showed up a few years later with a dirty,
disheveled little boy. Apparently, she had the baby and tried her best to care
for it. Except the girl didn't take to motherhood well and had turned back to
harder street drugs. The boy had been beaten and neglected by his mother and it
showed in every bruise and scar the boy had. Roose begrudgingly took in this
strange unwanted child. How would it look not to, considering his career was
based on taking care of children that needed his help? Ramsay had taken only
one thing with him from his old home and that was a puppy. Roose did not like
animals and told Ramsay that pets with fur were not suited for this house. In a
moment of kindness, he waited until Ramsay had gone to bed before strangling
the dog. Ramsay learned better quickly to bring animals home. Even those he
tried to hide, his father found and killed. After the second animal, Roose
started making his son do his own kills as punishment. Roose found ways to make
his son useful. He began to do experiments on him. Once for an entire month he
made Ramsay live in an entirely grey room with grey clothing. Grey food was
even created and Ramsay spent several hours a night in a sensory deprivation
tank. Roose recorded everything on video and in an extensive file on his son.
Another time he went between giving Ramsay different medications and shock
therapy.
He raped Ramsay many times and also beat him, burnt him and home schooled him
for years. By the time Ramsay started to attend the private school Roose
created, he was flaying and dissecting live creatures for fun. Roose stared at
the jar on the shelf and pulled out his cock, thinking of Ramsay. The jar was
full of pink sand and in the center was a dead bird that you couldn't see.
Roose remembered that day quite vividly. Ramsay had yet again been harboring a
pet, this one a bird. Roose got the jar and sand, commanding Ramsay to bury the
bird. The nine year old boy did so without hesitation and this time his father
saw the glee, almost hidden. The boy had been bringing home pets so his father
would let him murder them. Roose came hard to the memory of how he had been so
excited. He had created a sociopath as he had hoped would happen. Of course, it
was already in the genetics, but how far could it go? Roose enjoyed using
humans as tools, as lab rats and to know he has created his own creature was
Godlike. As a reward, Roose began to allow Ramsay to torture and kill animals
in a lab room. However, Ramsay was lonely, like any little boy, he craved
companionship. He became surly and depressed in a way Roose didn't wish to heal
with drugs. It would interfere with his experiments to give any medications now
that Ramsay was a confirmed sociopath. At least not right now, Roose wanted to
see if he could control Ramsay's killing urges without drugs first. Roose had
found a wonderful way to kill two birds with one stone.
His eyes shifted to the tear stained faded photo of Theon Greyjoy's mother and
sister. Roose pulled himself together slowly while staring at the picture. He
smiled remembering such sad, fearful eyes and his own voice saying, "A pity but
when I tell them what you told me, they will put your father away. Your mother
is mentally incapable of holding a job, I wonder how soon she and your sister
will starve to death? Of course, if we remove you from the home, your father
can stay with them, care for them. After all, you were the only one he hated
enough to beat. Even your mother and sister only tolerated you, otherwise they
would have saved you. Or at least tried to get you to a hospital. Ramsay, my
son, he has taken a liking to you. He would protect you, care for you, even
love you. Don't you think it is time you deserved to have someone really love
and care for you?" As Roose stood up, his eyes fell upon Sansa's locket from
her abusive boyfriend Joffery. Another ghostly voice came back and so did a
pale terrified Cat Stark, a woman he had despised. "If I tell the courts the
truth as I was appointed to do, they will convict her of murder. You allowed a
young girl to be abused badly enough that she wanted to kill her boyfriend
rather than seek your help. How will this make your family look? Not to mention
Sansa herself? My son needs a wife, they are both almost finished with school.
They are not that young, Cat. Think of those children at home, of your husband
and son. What if they ever found out how bad it really was? And that you knew
some of it, a lot of it, in fact. Your daughter has needed someone to hear her
for so long."
Ah, his perfect little children are gone now. It is a pity but he already has
his eye on a new location. He knows where the mistakes are now, Roose is ready
to try again.
***** A Throw Away Boy *****
Chapter Summary
     Theon Greyjoy's family and how he met the Boltons.
Theon Greyjoy was the youngest and most hated child of Balon Greyjoy. It wasn't
a justifiable hatred, just a smoldering disgust for this boy. The truth might
be that Balon was finally caught hard and heavy by his business failings. They
went from near kings to a few fishing companies that were way too close to the
red. Maybe the declining mental health of his wife was eating him alive. She
has always been weak minded, he married her for money and family connections,
not for love. Balon never had more than a mild affection for her, but now he
cringed when Alannys came to close to him. As if her tearful delusional madness
could somehow be passed on to him. Yet Balon had certainly noted that both his
wife's illness and his fishing dynasty all worsened around his last son's
birth. Nothing the boy could do was right, brought any joy or pride to the man.
While his daughter and older sons won awards in yachting and swimming, Theon
never got more than second prize. He was born too small, had colic and as a
toddler suffered constant colds, as well as strange allergies. The boy was
allergic to seafood and that alone made him an alien among his siblings and
father.
His mother tried to make up for it, so did his sister to some extent. They read
stories and sang songs, sometimes even taking him to the movies. But his mother
was taken to wandering away, leaving the terrified child alone in public
locations. Asha tried to replace her, but she was a young girl taken to
impatience and temper. She nearly drowned Theon teaching him to swim. Theon's
brothers beat and bullied him incessantly when they were around, which was
never often luckily. Balon was almost always home now and he beat Theon enough
for all of them. Balon forced the boy to eat under the table, as the sight of
him made Balon go off his food. He would only allow the amount of food that
could fit on a saucer at each meal for Theon. He said this was because the boy
was so puny, it was a waste to feed him. Even when his father beat him with a
stick of firewood and broke his back, it was three days before he saw a
hospital. Alannys and Asha brought him water and a blanket, but left him where
his father ordered. Right on the cold stone floor on the patio. It was all
weekend that he lay there, Theon cried and begged for help but was ignored. On
Monday, the mailman found him and called an ambulance.
Theon was removed from home for five months while he healed and Balon attended
anger management courses. The man still had enough sway left to keep himself
out of jail and get his son back home quietly. After that, things changed
between father and son, but not for any better. Balon stuck to a belt and fists
after that but beat Theon much more often. For his part, the boy had started to
rebel in his own way. An arrogant grin plastered itself on his face and he
became the class clown. At school he was a braggart, an attention whore he was
called by a teacher once, just in earshot. Theon had no idea what that meant at
the time, but when he asked Asha, she told him that it meant his father would
beat him more for it. One day Theon came home from school to find Balon raging
drunk and Asha in tears. With an ashen face, Asha told her brother that they
just got word that their brothers were dead. The boat they were on capsized.
Alannys had to be checked into a hospital for two months until her medication
was adjusted. During this time, if Asha didn't cook or go shopping, there was
no food at all. Balon drank and raged while beating Theon if he caught sight of
him. The teachers were used to bruises on the boy, used to his thinness and
never questioned. If the boy were less arrogant, maybe they would have said
something, then again, he was Balon Greyjoy's son. The Greyjoy's have been long
hated and feared, their downfall was amusing to the fishing town long stuck
under their boot. So even this little child's suffering was justified to these
hardened folks.
Alannys came back but was needing care herself. She suffered periods of time
where she lay in bed and never moved for days on end. Asha was starting to
drink nearly as heavily as her father, breaking under the stress of a full time
job and caring for the family. Balon started to burn his son with cigars, hit
him with a bat and lock him in the closet for the full weekend. One night when
Theon was cleaning up after dinner, he accidentally dropped and broke a glass.
This made his already drunk and angry father explode in an out of control
frenzy of violence. He beat the boy bloody but this one night, it just wasn't
enough. When Theon was curled on the floor, sobbing and spitting blood, Alannys
wandered into the room, not aware of the situation or not caring. Balon swung
without thinking and sent his wife reeling into a wall. Something seemed to
snap in Theon then when he saw his hated father hurting his mother. Theon was
on his feet and the butcher knife was in his hand, everything then came in
flashes. His father's face full of shock and hatred, blood from the sharp
silver blade, his mother screaming for help on the phone. When the police
showed, Theon was sitting under the table, rocking back and forth. His father
was laying on the floor, bleeding and his mother was crying over him. Theon
cried when the police took him away. He thought he was going to jail forever or
maybe the electric chair.
Instead he was put in a hospital where he took medication that made him sleepy.
The doctors and nurses told him that his father was in surgery. Then they told
him that Balon was healing and would be perfectly fine again soon. No one ever
visited Theon nor called or sent letters. He was abandoned and forgotten. This
made Theon cry, at first in heartbreak and then in relief. No more pain, no
more being afraid all the time or eating under tables if he ate at all. Theon
did well enough that it was decided he be transferred to a private school owned
by Dr. Roose Bolton. It was paid for by Balon of course, for the courts had
decided one thing. That it was not safe for Theon and Balon to exist in the
same household. So a social worker came and escorted the boy to Dreadfort
School, a towering grey set of buildings that seemed straight from a horror
movie. "How lucky a boy you are." Trilled the overworked woman as she pushed
the terrified boy towards a set of stone steps. "The seventh grade class here
is a very small one, you will recieve much needed attention. Also, I have been
assured that Dr. Bolton himself will be your doctor. Look, do you see that boy
at the door? The one smiling right at you? He is Ramsay, Dr.Bolton's son and he
will show you around while I see to your paperwork. Good luck, Theon. I do hope
you take advantage of this amazing opportunity to change your life for the
better." 
***** The Good Girl *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa's early childhood and how she learned to hate.
Sansa remembers the best times were when it was her and Robb with their
parents. Mother always was a strict woman  and Sansa always remembers her
mother carrying a large stomach. Always pregnant, with a baby in one arm, Cat
had little time to coddle the older children. A large father who was always
like a deity to Sansa went on long business trips but always brought home
presents. Unlike mother who was full of chores and rules, father had a large
lap and could read or sing all night. He would play with his son and daughter
for a whole day to make up being suddenly gone for another month. Robb was
Sansa's best playmate at home and her favorite game was forced upon him
constantly. Sansa would be a princess, usually in distress and Robb was the
powerful king coming to save her. Sometimes they would have friends over and
then the game got even better. Robb would command his army and they would fight
against the powerful forces holding his princess. Sansa remembers the day she
discovered her brother was no king and her father was no deity.
It was just after her mother gave birth to Rickon that her father brought Jon
home. Her father confessed something that made the world go black for them all.
In horror, the children watched as their mother had to be told of her husband's
other family. They saw their mother turn ugly with rage and hit their father's
face so hard, he was bruised for a month. Sometimes her father has been living
with another woman and he had made a child with her. Now the woman was dead and
here was this boy. A stranger that is supposed to be her brother, half brother.
Sansa watched her mother go from a chilly woman to a stone lady. Cat was known
to use a wooden spoon or her hard hands on her children if she felt it was
needed. However, Jon received enough for it be considered abuse and was by the
school. The authorities got involved when Cat hit the boy with a rolling pin
and he had a fractured skull. Sansa remembers her mother standing there,
breathing heavy. Her eyes were wild and shifting endlessly as she stood over
the bleeding, unconscious boy. "Little bastard deserved it. He was told so many
times, so many times did I tell him never to wear shoes in my clean house!
Robb, get mother the phone. Jon wants to cause more problems for us by needing
a doctor."
The doctors and social services began to show up at the house. They spoke with
everyone and made surprise visits for some time afterwards. Cat and Jon were
both put into therapy together. Luckily, Ned's money and connections could get
them appointments with Dr. Roose Bolton. He was to help Jon and Cat bridge that
gap between them.  Roose was delighted to help such a prominent family as the
Starks. With a very healthy dose of Valium for Cat and some private work with
Jon, Roose seemed to help. Roose convinced Jon that if he stays quiet, polite
and very forgiving, his step mother would become calmer. During this time
period while they were carefully watching Cat and Jon do their therapy, Ned
stayed around more. Father was helping with the chores and children, Sansa
would assist him. Skipping besides her father, carrying the sheets, helping her
father make the bed and put new bedding in the crib. Sansa would make lemon
cakes in her little pink Kids First Oven and serve them to Robb and father.
They would wince but eat it anyway, letting Sansa create a tea party for them.
It didn't escape the kids that their parents were no longer sharing a room.
This made Sansa very sad and she often would go into her fathers room at night.
She would snuggle against his large warmth as he slept.
One night Sansa heard her father and mother fighting downstairs. She went into
her father's room and curled up in the empty bed that smelled like him. It
smelled like comfort and safety. The yelling lasted for quite a long time, then
it was silent except fro the sounds of her mother going to bed. Sansa drifted
off to sleep until she heard her father enter the room. He ripped off his
clothing and was very clumsy as he climbed into his pajamas. Sansa startled him
when he nearly fell into his bed. He stunk of whiskey and stared at his little
girl. "You look just like her, Sansa. Just like your mother, but younger and
prettier. You have always been such a good girl, you deserve better than this."
She did not understand his rambling nor his heavy hand patting her hair.
Ignoring the disturbing things, Sansa tried to snuggle against her father to
sleep. "Sweetheart, don't squirm around, not..not right now. I am not thinking
well, love." Sansa felt a hard bulge that was nearly pressing into her bum and
she went still, scared but not sure why. Hoping her father would sleep, Sansa
tried to stay very quiet and still.
For a time it seemed that her father was asleep then something happened. His
hands were touching parts of her he had never touched before. Fingers were
flicking at her nipples and that hard thing was rubbing against her. Sansa
tried to move away and her father pulled her over onto her back. "Be a good
girl for me, sweetie. I am so lonely and your mother, she..won't...just stay a
good girl for me." A large hand pressed on her mouth when Sansa tried to speak
then scream. Her nails pressed hard into her palms as her father plunged into
her. It was painful, it was a nightmare and it was disgusting to her. Without
thinking, as her father sobbed and drunkenly thrust into her, Sansa scratched
at his face. "Be a good girl, not a fucking cold savage cunt like your mother!"
Her father snarled in a tone Sansa has never heard before. He thrust even
harder and Sansa tried to stay still and take her mind elsewhere. Drunk and
full of suppressed lust, the man was savage. The whole time he was raping her,
he kept rambling, telling Sansa what a good girl she was. Telling her that he
needed this so badly, that it was only his little girl who could help him. That
if she loved him, she would know he loved her back and would want him to have
this. That she made him feel very good. "I know it hurts baby, but you will get
used to it, I promise. I can even make this feel good, just right now, I need
this too much. Good girl, almost there now."
The babbling had been heard and to Sansa's horror, she saw over her thrusting
father, the door open. Just then her father gave a shove into her so deep that
Sansa screamed under his hand. With a shudder and a groan her father began to
strain, so deeply in her. As Ned came, he noticed his wife staring at him, next
to the bed now. Her face was stone, lips in a thin line of rage. "You sick man.
How could I ever have let you touch me, much less marry me? Get off her if you
are done. You yell at me for bringing problems to our house with your bastard,
yet, what have you done? What happens if she needs stitches or if she tells a
teacher?" Ned rolled off his sobbing daughter and to the side away from his
wife. "I'm drunk. Wasn't thinking..didn't meant to...:: Drunkenly, he muttered
then passed out. Leaving his small daughter ripped and bleeding on his bed.
Sansa cried and begged her mother for help then regretted it. The woman dragged
her by her hair to the tub and roughly washed her daughter. Grimly, the woman
explained to Sansa what a tampon was and then inserted one to stop the damned
bleeding. It hurt badly, almost as bad as her parents have hurt her. Cat told
Sansa that since she started this problem,she must live with it.
Sansa was put into her own bed in a clean nightgown and stared at the ceiling.
Her body shuddered with cramps and she threw up into her wastebasket. Her
parents have taught her something new tonight. Hate.
***** MY Boy. *****
Chapter Summary
     Ramsay saw him and thought, oh, there you are. finally, I found you,
     pet. For a horrifying moment Ramsay thought there were tears in his
     eyes.
Ramsay shifted bored waiting for that Osha cunt to bring the new student along.
Looks like she was having trouble getting him out of the car. Some kid named
Theon Greyjoy, tried to kill his father. Ramsay was rather interested about
that one, he was always interested to hear details. During group therapy no one
was more attentive than Roose's son. Not so much during class not that any
teacher could complain, his lessons were fine. Ramsay was grateful everyday
that his father had finally let him go to school. He was never so happy,
actually he had NEVER felt happy in his life..until he left that house. Ramsay
cried and his father thought it was fear, but it wasn't at all. It was sweet
joy, blessed relief of a weight, of a terror. He knew that all his feelings
must be known to and recorded by his father. Most of the time Ramsay kept
himself blank to never reveal secrets. It was the one thing he had against his
father, was to keep just something to himself. Something not recorded, written
and dissected until it was either gone or permanently lodged. Tears cannot be
hidden and so Ramsay must confess. "I am happy. It made me cry because I will
have friends now. Be in a place with other kids that I can talk to. To leave
the house, I always felt trapped and so lonely."
School was a dreary building with bad heating, the teachers were good at their
jobs. However, they were not inclined to kindness and they believed in corporal
punishment. Gods help you if you ended up needing "Student Support". It was a
nice way to say,, welcome to the beating, enjoy the solitary and darkness of
our cabinet! Then there were all the tests Roose conducts on everyone. So it
was common to be trying to study for a test and have someone stand up
screaming. Another person could be reading at a college level, a twist of
medication and that kid is struggling through Green Eggs and Ham. It wasn't all
bad though, Ramsay enjoyed the group therapies, he loved the stories and
fantasized over many of them. The students themselves he liked as well. His
father told him that every kid will be nice and do anything for him. But it
will be because of his father and Ramsay decided he didn't care. At any cost,
he will make them all want to be with him. Even the most meek student in there
will come to his side at a snap of his fingers. Ramsay did get his father to
concede that he was learning at the top in his social skills class. He can be a
bully or a charming diplomat depending on the situation. When his father asked
him why he thought it was his best strength, Ramsay smirked. "I see it as
baiting, I can use this as a trap, as a weapon or a shield."
One of his best practices was to bring the new ones inside. He just loves to
play with the fresh meat. Ramsay had been the first at the school and so every
student must come through him. With the eyes of a predator, he will assess them
and know his prey. Or recognize a fellow predator. Every student that was here
was picked because of a violent act that caused death or severe damage. That
doesn't mean that the kids will be violent or dangerous here, it could have
been caused by a fluke. A twitch in their minds due to being victimized, those
kids are still victims. They are broken and Ramsay always gets a tingle of
excitement. Toys, these are prey and already would know it. Whenever there is a
new victim he will eventually try to make them into a pet. Sometimes Ramsay
figures out really fast they are not right for it. They are released with the
tearful assurances they give to never tell, to always come when called, if he
wants them. Others he will keep for a longer time period, hoping it will get
better. It never did and he eventually let them go.The kids that came in as
fellow predators were just as fun. First they will know each other for what
they are, then there will be circling. Eventually comes the challenging and
Ramsay has never lost yet. They follow his directions, they all share new
crimes and go over old ones.
Whether they are eleven or seventeen, boy or girl, doesn't matter. Prey or
predator will have this ritual, Ramsay likes his rituals, it was a comfort.
Eyes that were full of fear or anger would meet his and every time as they
recognized each other, like animals. Their eyes would flash with the a second
of comfort, this was known, they all needed this recognition deep down inside.
Regardless of their status, Ramsay treated everyone of them to the same type of
greeting. With a deep courtesy and politeness, sprinkled with charm, Ramsay
welcomed them inside. He would be the spider taking the flies into the web and
he loved it. Even the toughest of boys that entered here would cower and cry
before his father. They would grovel and beg at student support counselors just
to be allowed to take a piss. These kids had no idea yet what would or could
happen here and Ramsay felt like the hunter baiting its prey. So each student
got a very soothing introduction into the school. He used small jokes and was
able to explain everything that would put the student at ease. Later as the
reality struck them one by one, Ramsay would delight in it. So he was impatient
to meet this new student, a killer of fathers, that was fun. It could be
another boy to add in his group. Or another shrinking one that he can play
with. He realized that for the first time, he wasn't thinking of judging prey
as a pet. The last one, a pretty girl broke so badly under his disappointment
that his father noticed and Ramsay was punished. Why bother to suffer this
anymore? He might kill the next one that isn't right and what would his father
do to him for that? It was a question he put to his father after his seven days
of beatings. "I might consider a lobotomy for a boy who has no control at all.
That kind of boy is useless."
Taking it to heart now, Ramsay just wanted to get started with his comforting
rituals. Then the irritated social worker began to drag this thin boy forward.
Slight of build, tousled longish hair, nice looking, but that isn't what made
Ramsay lose his breath. This Theon had a arrogant grin on his face and his chin
was thrust out aggressively. It didn't matter in the least, once the predator
in Ramsay took that first look. A fine trembling was all over the boy, as if he
were a tiny puppy lost in the cold. Those eyes, Ramsay wanted to cut them out
and hold them, he wanted to stare, falling in. He wanted to force the boy to
look at his own eyes until Ramsay could drink in everything there. Those large
oceans were full of swimming things. Fear wrapped around him like an
intoxicating smell and Ramsay loved it. There was a sadness, a knowledge of
pain, an acceptance of never being liked and a desire to change it at any cost.
Weakness was there, it was hidden so well, but this hunter was the best and he
tracked it. When Theon finally met Ramsay's eyes there it was. A flash. Prey
trembled before the hunter. It was fast and powerful, silent. Then it was over
and Ramsay became the charming boy. On the outside there was ritual and it was
the same as always. The inside of this lonely boy searching for a pet was
rejoicing. It was painful, sweet agony that he cannot just take the boy in his
arms now. Grab his neck and make him understand, not wait through a long hunt.
If only Ramsay could just say, I am here. It is alright, you want this, you
were always meant to be this for me. Just tell me you are my loving pet and
come to me.
The arrogant smirk told Ramsay they would have to play the game until he caught
him. This prey still thought it might be able to pretend to be a predator.
Ramsay can be kind, gentle and give his puppy time to nip and play. He will be
a very good owner, he has thought of it for so long. Roose had made Ramsay go
over and over how he wanted to treat a human pet. His father had given
permission to have a pet if he kept his control without severely injuring it.
Roose had painfully reminded Ramsay the last time of this as well as other
rules for catching and keeping pets.  I must follow the rules set out for me on
this, or father might take him away from me. Be charming, be funny and gentle
as needed with him. Let him think he can be equal, Ramsay will give Theon his
false chance to be a tough guy. Let him have his time to be here and see what
can happen to little lost puppies that need protection. Ramsay will be there
for every time his boys hurt the poor doggie. It hurt deep down to think of
letting them touch his pretty little pet, but it was needed. His little boy
needed to learn his place, to need Ramsay. Theon needed to be brought down so
Ramsay can lift him up. Right into his arms and by the time Theon sees the
trick, it will be too late. This boy, he is MY BOY and not this arrogant Theon.
To his horror for a moment Ramsay thought he might cry. My pet, I am here, it
is okay now.
***** Sing for Me, Broken Birds *****
Chapter Summary
     Podrick and Dany go on a very disturbing mission to find a single
     victim of Roose Bolton to give them information.
Podrick carefully read the last chapter, he was so intent on the material, he
never saw Dany. "What the hell is wrong with you?" Stammering, he tried to wipe
the coffee off of Dany's white dress. "Oh, I am sorry. Send me the cleaning
bill and I'll pay it!" The irritated blonde struck Podrick's hands away and
griped, "You can't afford my cleaning bills. Just stop touching me, you are
making it worse! What are you reading that is so good you can't look where you
are walking?" Shrugging, Podrick held up one of the last books Roose had
written. Shaking her head with disgust Dany asked him why he would read such
shit.
"The trials are over, there is no need to find anything further in his word for
the defense. Can you honestly tell me you like his books? What he has done to
those children, it should have cost that man more than just his license. Is
that the one about the school? I threw up twice reading it, though it wasn't
the worst book. Why are you reading those again?"  "Because like you, I can't
let this go. Roose isn't my client, Ramsay, Sansa and Theon are. Regardless of
how Tyrion views it, I am only working for my clients. And they are quite
simply being fucked over by Roose Bolton. You and I both know it, Tyrion knows
it and Stannis knows it. Every incarcerated teacher and student from his
school, they know it. I mean, look at all this shit he did at this school, he
hired every person, handpicked every student. They all end up in prison or in
crazy house and he just loses his license and the school? Every single student
and teacher confessed their crimes but no one blamed Roose. All evidence led to
everyone but him somehow. Yet he is writing a fucking confession, boasting in
these books. I need to get Sansa and Theon into mental institutions, then
Ramsay will know I am for real. He will tell me then, I know he will. Help me
out, Dany. Help me nail that sadistic fucking quack."
  Dany stared at the impassioned boy then shook her head a bit. "I can't
persuade Stannis to change the execution orders unless I can give him
something, some proof. Proof that they were manipulated by Roose into what they
had done. I need a witness telling us something that can give us a reason to
feel we can nail him. We can start interviewing some of the inmates again.
Maybe in light of the trials or with the times spent in jail or therapy someone
is willing to give information now. It is something to start with." "I'll take
it!" Podrick grinned then nearly leaped around like an eager puppy while Dany
cancelled her minor appointments for the day. 
By late afternoon the optimism had died down and both of them were bone
achingly tired. Tormund just growled at them to fuck off and tried to lunge at
them. Locke simply sat there picking his teeth with a matchbook and leering at
Dany. Luton was so medicated, he couldn't figure out who they were at the
prison mental facility. They found Skinner was back in isolation again. In a
padded small room, throwing himself about, sobbing and screaming. Damon was
standing in a corner not moving. He was huge and the pajamas given to him still
did not fit right. There was no one to care or bring him any new clothing.
Tyrion was this man's lawyer, he represented every one of these boys and
teachers for Roose Bolton. So kind. Dany tried to speak to the silent giant and
the small eyes darted to see her. A growl, a deep one came from his chest. "Go
away. I don't want to hurt you. Lady, you need to get away from me right the
fuck now." One of the attendants came closer and said, "Miss, he doesn't do
well around woman, please leave him alone. He will explode and end up in
isolation. Damon has been really trying to work through things, this could set
him back." Nodding, Dany quickly left the room, hiding her pity for these poor
boys.
"Can I speak with you, Damon? Or do you want me to leave too?" Podrick asked,
staying very still and speaking softly. "Are you here from Roose?" Damon asked,
pressing his forehead to the wall. "Tell him I am doing very good. Tell him I
am behaving." The attendant gave Podrick a mean look as Damon began to whack
his head softly against the wall. "No, big buddy. It is alright, why don't we
go to your room? I am going to get you a chocolate pudding, you love those,
right? Come on now, we can calm down and have some pudding." Podrick watched as
the large shaking young man let the orderly walk him like a child to his room.
This man was convicted on charges of rape, extreme violent acts and murder.
Yet, all he felt now was a wretched misery for this tortured, terrified insane
boy.  In a way, Tyrion did do the best he could for these boys. He got them all
guilty by reason of insanity and at least here there is pudding instead of
Roose Bolton.
The last stop and Dany was already heavy with defeat. Podrick refused to
believe they couldn't find someone. So they sat across a table from Petyr
Baelish. In spite of being in prison, the man acted as if he were receiving
visitors to his grand home. Elegant even in his prison jumper, the man leaned
back and gave a charming smile. "How may I help the two of you? I did not
expect that I would be seeing either of you again. Has something changed in my
case?" Dany smiled back and said, "No. You will serve out a full ten years
unless you get out early for good behavior, which we are all sure you will. Not
a very harsh sentence for some of the things you have done." Podrick bit his
tongue, glaring at Dany. With a predatory light in his eyes, Petyr leaned
closer and spoke very softly. "Really? What exactly did I really do? I took a
bunch of young disturbed children and taught them how to act in the real world.
I never tested on them, never broke their bones or made them do sexual favors
for me. I did not participate in hunts, or in any crimes. I taught them how to
survive for when they left our protective circle. I gave them the skills to go
into the world and pretend they are normal, so they can be accepted. What they
chose to use the information for, it's not my fault."
"It is not your fault. Help me prove that and I will have your sentence
reduced." Dany shot back and Petyr cocked his head. "You are very pretty and
driven. I like that in a woman, I wish we had met under different
circumstances. If I sang like a pretty bird for you, do you think either of us
would live long, sweetheart? You should stop digging before you dig yourself
into a grave." Podrick looked flatly at Petyr and finally spoke. "Sansa is
dying. She is no longer eating, since she has been giving a death sentence,
they decided it was pointless to force her onto a feeding tube. She will be
dead long before the date of injection.  I am not stupid, I was there the whole
trial, remember? I was part of your defense team. You love that girl, I don't
know why or how and I won't ask either. I am not here to judge you, but help me
save her. I can get Sansa into a good mental facility where they can help her.
Petyr, do it for her. Just give us something, anything at all. No matter how
small, anything so I can stay her execution date and get her help. Do you
really believe this should be her fate?"
Petyr sat for a moment staring at Podrick then he slowly nodded. "You are
correct. I was fond of all my students, but Sansa was..special to me. I knew
her before she came to our school, I was a friend of her mother. It still hurts
knowing that Cat killed herself. She was a good friend of mine for many years
and I took Sansa in to help both of them. To help that cursed fucking family
and now I wish I did things differently. I should have taken that broken little
dove and ran like hell with her. We should have gone to the city, or to another
country, anywhere far from where we wallowed for years. Yes, I will help Sansa
for you, but I cannot give you much. I enjoy living in spite of my current
circumstances. So here is what I will offer you, I can give you small cryptic
riddles that you can try digging for. Or, you can promise me witness protection
program and ten years of supervised parole. You will see that Sansa is moved to
a mental facility that has no connections to Roose at all. No way for him to
reach her anyway, since you will also put her into Witness protection. Roose
must never be able to reach either of us" Dany leaned forward, nearly into the
smug face. "And what makes you think I would ever offer you such a deal? That
Stannis would ever accept that?" "I will tell you everything. Including where
Roose keeps every student journal. I will pour out stories that you have never
heard, but I can easily verify for you. Such as where some bodies are, where
they came from and how they got there. I also know where Roose kept his tapes
on each student. His son alone is a treasure of nightmarish tales that will
make Davos cry. So what do you think? How badly would you like to see Roose
behind bars?"
It took Podrick and Dany four hours to get Stannis to agree. "First that slimy
weasel better produce truth to some of his words. I want him to show us where
some of the hunting bodies are. He does that and we take this deal." Tyrion was
standing in the lobby when Dany and Podrick left the room. Pointing at Podrick,
Tyrion said, "You went behind my back to help her? Traitor, get back to the
office and think of how to write your resignation. I am not ready to speak to
you yet, go." Podrick sighed and left. "Dany, you need to stop this right now.
You don't need to go so far all the time. I am nearly begging you here as a
friend, to let this go before you get hurt." Dany glared down at Tyrion and
gritted out, "Are you actually threatening me?" Shaking his head, Tyrion said,
"I am not threatening you. It is not me that is putting you in danger. I have
enjoyed our breakfasts and our challenges through the years. It would grieve me
to not have that anymore. Stop before you get the wrong kind of attention."
Dany watched Tyrion leave and felt a chill. Shaking it off, Dany went to
prepare for questioning Petyr Baelish on the bodies for the next day.
***** Father, Create Us *****
Chapter Summary
     A quick look at Skinner's testimony to Dany and Stannis that landed
     him in the asylum. We see a quick glimpse of how Roose has such
     control over the killers, but cannot be charged for murder.
You want me to say something about Roose Bolton? Sure, sure I will, okay, yeah.
Tell you what, that man saved me, fucking saved me! I chose the name Skinner
because that is how much I hate my family. Roose heard me, he saw what they
were like, he knew. I learned what I needed to there, I had friends, others
like me. I never minded the medication or the tests. It was just part of it,
sometimes a little scary but mostly harmless. Man, I am sick of your fucking
questions, over and over. Give me a smoke and some whiskey, I'll talk more
then. NO..you stupid cunt, for the hundredth time Roose never told us to kill
anyone! It was never like that..okay...one last fucking time, just shut the
hell up and listen!
Alright. There are two types of people, predators and prey. It is a natural
thing, you can't change it or deny, it is there and others can sense it.  We
all ended up at Roose's school because we were pure that way...pure predators,
pure prey. Roose let us hone our skills but he never brought us someone to
hurt, or...told us a name and said go kill that one. It was NEVER like
that...okay, there is this one time, one of my favorite memories..listen. Roose
let us watch movies, he picked them though and studied our reactions. Like one
time he made us all watch this cartoon called Watership Down and Jeyne cried
for two weeks after. He really got interested and made her answer questions
till she was nearly suicidal. Locke bought the books and made it a class
project to read and discuss. Roose brought a cage of rabbits and Jeyne's job
was to care for them. When they got fat, Roose made Jeyne kill them one by one
for dinner. Soon as Roose had the answers he needed he gave her pills that made
her feel all better. Jeyne was given a reward for good participation and got to
leave school grounds! Bought herself a new dress and shoes with Roose Bolton's
money and Ramsay's escort. I mean, that is how it was! It was fair enough.
So one night Roose sent us a movie to watch, this was an old, bizarre one. It
was called A Clockwork Orange and this is where the world sort of exploded for
me. For us, the boys...Ramsay's Boys, you call us. I like that actually. It
fits. Roose let us watch this one as much as we wanted and for once, his
questions didn't bug us. Me, Ramsay, Damon,  Luton, Yellow Dick and Alyn. We
became obsessed with the movie, we knew every line, every movement. We got
Locke to order us the book and help us read it in class. The movie and book
bored Ros and really bugged Jeyne. Theon didn't give any opinion except to shut
his eyes until Ramsay noticed him do it. By then, he was already starting to
change to Reek. He wasn't a real predator anyway, he belonged with Jeyne and
Ros, crying helplessly or something. Yeah, Ros and Jeyne were killers true, but
they are still prey, just dangerous prey, otherwise, they wouldn't be dead,
would they? They followed orders no matter what those orders were. That is why
they killed or out of fear and anger. Not for joy or the pleasure of the kill.
Oh, yeah..so Clockwork Orange..we loved it and started to get more into it.
Even talking in screwed up accents in the gibberish language from the book.
On Halloween, Roose gave us the outfits, it was exact. Even down to the fucking
codpieces and then he gave us rules. Not orders, rules. No cities, or towns,
stay away from open stores, don't go near populated places and do not target
any trick or treating kids. We obeyed, he knows best and we were so grateful
and excited to try this out! So we wandered for a while, we destroyed empty
stores and beat some homeless dude to death. Those billy clubs really can pack
a wallop, it was awesome! Then we saw the farmhouse, way out where no one can
hear anything. We knew better than to try knocking at the door. We saw an open
window and came through it. Just like the movie, we were Gods and these folks
the fear, they screamed and begged before the end! It was lovely, I just cannot
even tell you how it was, how if felt to be so free. Damon did a scene from the
movie, well sort of...we had no huge penis statue of course...so he smashed the
elderly woman's face in with a large ceramic cat. It took a few hits but her
face just crumpled in like paper. Ramsay was the first to get to fuck the nurse
who took care of the lady. He sang Singing In the Rain just like Alex does. He
sings better than that actor though, like an angel. We took that bitch every
which way we could. After, she crawled, begged and sucked our cocks before we
killed her. Just like the movie, we made her cut her own wrists, so she could
commit suicide. She began to twitch and cool, I felt her pretty titties till
she died. Oh, sorry, too graphic for you, cunt?
We went home after, told Roose everything. Of course, for like months, he
questioned us on this and then it was over. No more Clockwork Orange movie or
book allowed, we were on something new. A new med, new schedule that included
no media at all for two months. You see, that is how things worked there. Roose
never told us to kill anybody, he only records what you have done. Am I scared
of Roose Bolton? Are you scared of your God, lady? I mean you praise and
worship your deity but wouldn't you grovel at his power? Wouldn't you wonder,
what if he just squashes me, or eats me because he can? Yeah, I am scared of
Roose Bolton. Do I think I am insane? I think I am a pure predator that is
stuck in the wrong part of the world. I am always going to be a killer, a
prowling beast, it's just my nature. Does that mean I am crazy or just guilty,
I don't know. Predators don't have time to worry about that shit. It is eat or
be eaten, and I plan not to be swallowed up any further, thanks. Oh, don't
start that shit up again with me! I have told you everything now. The school
wasn't always that way, we had good times too! And we did learn regular stuff
and do regular teen stuff. It wasn't as bad as you all keep saying it was. How
the fuck would you know, you weren't there, we were! I know more about it than
you do! I am sick of speaking with you, I wish I could fuck you I wish I could
skin you. I would fuck Jeyne while she had to skin rabbits sometimes. I came
harder to the screaming of the rabbits than to her sobbing over having to do
it. I wonder if you would scream like they did, like Jeyne did when I finally
skinned her? GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME! I AM NOT CRAZY AND HEY CUNT,
WANNA FIND OUT? WANNA SEE WHAT I CAN DO..WANNA KNOW ABOUT CLOCKWORK ORANGE I
CAN GIVE YOU A FUCKING DEMONSTRATION! I CAN-
Stannis had suffered no difficulties in deciding Skinner was insane. He was
sentenced to live and die within a high security prison for the criminally
insane. Such a shame to spend a twenty fifth birthday, screaming and pissing
the floor in the "quiet room".
***** Sing Til You Scream *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa doesn't wish to sing for anyone.
Chapter Notes
     Warning: chapter is very graphic sexual abuse.
You want me to sing like a pretty birdie for you, lady? Why do I talk like the
boys when I have high society tones? Why do you have to ask me so many FUCKING
questions? Today I WANT to talk this way, I don't want to sing pretty for you
today. I heard what you let them do to Reek! I know what you did to Ramsay! So
fuck yourself, this is all you get today. What should I answer questions to,
huh...oh fuck off! Stannis, you aren't even in your robes. Go ahead fine me, I
can afford it. Tyrion, if you explain how this trial will work one more time I
swear to all the Gods, I will bite your eye out. Then it can match your fucked
up nose. How did that happen again? Yes, I am obstinate today. Treat my husband
and our pet right then maybe I will act better. Who do I think I am, mother?
I'll tell you what I am, that is even better. I am what caused the death of my
father and my brother. I am what caused the death of my best friend Jeyne
Poole, she was dead long before they hunted her. I am hate, I am guilt, I am
the good little girl that was tainted from the start. I still don't know if the
taint was caused by my mother or my father. Maybe both. The only real family I
ever had you have locked away from me. So take your questions and FUCK OFF!
 
Sansa was noted to be a well behaved polite little girl with a winning smile.
In school, in homes of others and at church, she was a delight to be around.
She will sign up for anything, a play, sports, charity, anything to keep her
from home. Sansa would engage in the most boring of conversations, thrilling
whoever spoke to her. When she had to be home, she did chores, homework and
stayed in her room or outside. Once it was obvious that Cat wanted discretion
but no part of Ned herself, it got much worse. Ned would call Sansa into his
study and make her ride him in his desk chair. He would have her sucking him
under the table, Sansa was slowly losing her mind. Sansa discovered she had a
special power, one that saved her every time. She could turn to stone pure
uncaring, unfeeling rock. A lovely statue that cannot be touched inside. The
feeling of cold stone forming around her painful flesh was soothing, calming.
She would sob in relief as her grunting, hurting father was shut out. Soon
enough Sansa began to wear her stone shell even when her father wasn't touching
her. One night he had come in drunk as she was in her nightgown, heading for
bed. He was so drunk it didn't occur that this was a lit hallway, he muffled
Sansa's pleading and shoved her against the stairs. Ned was just beginning to
shout in drunken orgasm over the sobbing girl when he saw Robb.
Just behind Robb stood Cat, furious. "Get off her in the hallway of all places,
Ned! Sansa, you need another bath now. Let's go! Stop crying or I'll give you
something to cry about! Ned, you can explain this to your son...it's your mess,
why don't you clean it yourself for once!"
Drip. Plop. Drip. Plop. The growing silver tear hits the bathwater and a small
circle shimmers. Sansa watches this as her mother roughly checked her for
injuries. "You are fine. Wash yourself and go to bed. For now on, use the
backstairs at night." Sansa doesn't bother to wash. Maybe if she stinks, if she
stays dirty, he will lose interest. Instead she listens to the voices through
the heat register next to the tub. She hears Ned rationalizing to Robb,
manipulating him. Of course, this little bird is not old enough to understand
that. No, to a nine year old girl who lives in hell with no allies, she heard
betrayal. "When a wife cannot perform her duties it falls to the daughter, son.
Same as if I were to be unable to perform my duties, you would do them. It was
wrong of me to drink and do what I did though. I should not have taken a
private thing and made it public. I am sorry for that. Son, if you are curious
about what you saw, we can discuss it. If you have interest or want to learn
more about sex..." That is when the stone began to lock permanently around her.
Beginning that night, Ned began to bring Robb on some of his visits. Robb
touched and looked everywhere, he watched everything his father did to Sansa.
The tears and the sobbing did not bother him, in fact it seemed to bring a
guilty pleasure to his face. In fact, Robb tried to apologize after watching
and touching her that first night. He was shocked when Sansa smacked him in the
face and ran away. She never played with him again, except when her father made
her play games she hated. Robb has had Sansa use her hands and mouth, but has
not penetrated her yet. Her father has been urging him to, but that is when
suddenly her brother remembers she has a face. He would look uneasily at
Sansa's tears and remember how she screamed when her father was too brutal on
her the other night. Ned whispers down to Robb, but Sansa hears of course, he
wants her to. "I have never taken her little bum before. We would each try
something new. That way we can experience it together, like all our other
bonds, son. It can be a special thing." Robb said no, but Sansa knew it
wouldn't be long til that nightmare happened. Cat said she was taking all the
younger children to her sister's for a visit. Sansa saw Robb and Ned share a
look and she knew her time was up. That is why full of guilt and shame Sansa
invited her best friend Jeyne Poole to stay until her mother returned.
***** Please Take Me Down *****
Chapter Summary
     Theon meets Ramsay and the staff. His first impressions of the school
     are terrifying.
When Theon's eyes met Ramsay's for the first time, there was an electric
current that slammed through him. He had a strange image in his head, an urge,
a need almost. Theon saw himself fall to his knees, baring his throat and
Ramsay ripping it open like a beast. Letting spill all the poison along with
the blood, let every bit of rot out and Theon could die clean. Then it ended as
if it never happened and Theon followed the boy inside. Ramsay was charming, he
made Theon laugh and relax a little. "I bet that woman told you that we were a
regular school, like being in boarding school, right?" Nodding, Theon dryly
commented, "Oh yes, I know all the things they say are lies, to make us not be
difficult." Chuckling, Ramsay put his arm around Theon and there was that zap
through the spine, painful but longing. For a brief second, just enough for
Roose to see as he walked by with the social worker. The boys had gone frozen
with locked eyes, then Theon lowered his eyes and seemed to almost become
smaller,limp. Ramsay gave a smile Roose had never seen before on his son's
face. It was over and Ramsay nearly seemed to drag Theon to his former position
before leading him towards Roose. 
"Welcome to Dreadfort, Theon. I am Dr. Roose Bolton and we shall see a great
deal of each other. I am personally involved with every student here. You shall
get both an education and exceptional mental treatment beyond most patients
ever recieve. My son will show you around the school and your new living
quarters. We shall speak after dinner tonight. You may just address me as Sir,
I refuse to make my students stand on formality. I think of us all as one big
family." Theon tried not to shiver at the pale man who had soulless eyes, he
felt them dissecting him. Instinct took over and he inched slowly into Ramsay.
That large hand was on his shoulder now and somehow that was better. It felt
like a threat, Theon could feel the predators closing in on him. If he had to
choose a predator, Theon will take Ramsay. He might just rip out his throat and
let him find peace, an end to loneliness and fear filled fury. This doctor
wants to take Theon apart like a lab rat and who knows how far he might go?
Roose seemed to enjoy and feed off Theon's fear. "Ramsay, finish taking Theon
on his tour of the school. I shall see you both later on." "That was the
hardest part of the meet and great today. I swear it. Father Mc Creepy has had
his Frankenstein moment and we can move along." Theon burst out in nervous
laughter as they went faster to get away.
Ramsay was so cheerful it was hard to stay defensive and worried. Luckily,
Ramsay said nothing about Theon seeming to like his arm around him. It was
almost like the boy knew what Theon needed before Theon himself did. "So we do
academics a little different here. It really isn't Roose's main thing, he just
wants us to be able to get a high school diploma. So we have Locke, he is our
main teacher of all grades and subjects. We are categorized not by grades but
by mental status. Look in the room and you'll see what I mean." Theon peeked
though the glass window and stared, curious. A tall thin goat faced man was
walking about the room, with a long stiff piece of leather, tapping it on his
leg. He stopped and helped a large shaking boy trying to tie his shoes. "That
is Locke, the goat man. The shaky guy is Damon. Now just last week, he was
reading Lord of the Flies and was shooting arrows, killing rabbits. Today he
can't add two plus two. Roose has him on some new pill and nutrition program
that is really fucking with him. Nothing compared to what that girl right
there, the one doing calculus. That is Ros and she had to spend five days in a
deprivation chamber. So see? Locke teaches us as we can learn..what we can
learn depending on how we have been twisted around. You'll get used to it,
happens to all of us."
Theon shivered and said, "Does that lady know? Do the courts know what he
does?" Ramsay smirked and led Theon down the hallway. "They don't care. He is a
doctor, he is famous for his books and radical ideas. And he is willing to find
a place for kids that have nowhere to go but into the system. He only takes
killers or those that have the potential to kill. Congratulations, you have
made the killer list. Welcome to the family!" Theon gave a small laugh at that,
but it sounded too honest and real. Ramsay introduced him to the social and
media teacher Petyr Baelish. A bear of a man named Tormund bent down, the man
spoke in a low rumble. "I will be your gym teacher. I am also one of the two
you will see for Student Support. Crazy or not, killer or not, I do not
tolerate disruption and assholes." Theon gulped and nodded. Ramsay introduced
Theon to an even taller man that had silently come up behind Theon. "My name is
Styr. I teach all outdoor lessons and supervise hunts, chores and I will be
your student support if you need it. Don't need it." Nodding, Theon pressed
himself against Ramsay. The two men saw the boy's delight and they both
suppressed their feelings. Later, when Tormund and Styr were supervising the
boys in mowing the lawn, Tormund simply said, "That poor little shit, looks
like Ramsay finally found his pet." Styr nodded and smoked deeply on his bone
pipe. "Gods, help him. No one else will."
Up winding staircases until they reached what seemed to be a dorm section.
Ramsay had pointed out the library, media room and kitchen on the first floor.
He explained the next floor was where the tv room, the counseling room where
you can go to do calming activities. Another room that had computers, a stereo,
pool table and a gaming section. "Our play room." The floor beyond that held
the teachers rooms. Here, the top floor is where the students sleep. Each room
held two beds, two desks and two dressers. They were big rooms, not bad ones at
all, but they were cold. Posters have been hung, some personal touches to the
rooms, but they were still institutional in some hidden way. Theon saw two
rooms that were definitely feminine. "This room belongs to Jeyne and Ros, you
will meet them later on. The next one is Myranda's. She gets her own space
since we only have three girls right now. Just to warn you, all three girls
lock their doors at night. No matter how much you knock or try and coax them,
they won't unlock the door for you. We have all tried and failed. Anyway, here
is your room, which luckily is also mine." Theon felt relieved that he shared a
room with Ramsay. The boy scares him, but something about Ramsay seemed safe,
seemed right deep down. 
After Theon put his meager amount of items away, Ramsay led him back
downstairs. "The kids will all be at the nightly counseling session. I will
introduce you." Dragging Theon by his large arm hooked around the slighter boy,
he brought him into a brightly colored room. Kids were lounging on couches or
chairs, an empty desk chair sat before them all. "Oh good, father isn't here
yet. Let me introduce to you our family, crazed and fractured as we might be." 
***** Homicide Kids Stick Together *****
Chapter Summary
     Ramsay kept a possessive arm around Theon as he led him into the
     therapy room. He locked eyes with each student over Theon's ducked
     head. MINE, was the message and each heard it clearly.
"Let me introduce everyone. That beast of a boy is Damon. Instead of making the
most of his junior prom, he skipped it to beat a teacher to death. He claims
the man had raped his girlfriend, there is proof of it, in fact. This would
cause issues for so many, so best to judge him crazy and send him here." Damon
simply muttered for Ramsay to fuck off, he shook too much to fight tonight. 
Ramsay turned with a brilliant smile and continued. "The blonde rich shit next
to Damon, the one who just untied Damon's shoes again, is Joff." A burst of
laughter from all except Damon who shoved Joff off the couch, filled the room.
"Joff is here because he really likes hunting with his crossbow. Like house
cats, leashed dogs, joggers...oh! And he killed his father on a hunting trip.
Rather than even face a trial, mommy threw her special boy to my dad." Joff had
no response since Damon was pinning him with log sized legs. "If you want up,
you'd better tie my fucking shoes, bitch!" 
Ramsay turned Theon's attention to a tall thin boy who looked like a starving
vulture. "May I introduce Skinner! A fine upstanding member of the backwoods
who likes to flay things. Living things. No one cared much about what he did in
the woods or in his shack. It became a problem when Skinner flayed a young boy
from a little private grammar school. It was only the boy's back and stomach,
he lived. But Stannis put Skinner here as fast as he could, it was an election
year. Next year he will be an adult, then he will become staff. We aren't
looking forward to it." Ramsay actually was looking forward to it. Skinner will
have off grounds privileges then, and he will do as Ramsay wishes, of course.
It was hard to get access to the town below this monstrosity on the hill. Not
that the staff couldn't be bribed, depending on the needs, but the cost could
be very high. Petyr will bring free tickets for movies or restaurants then wait
to see which student could charm Roose into permission. He would grade them
according to their success level, those who could not achieve a ticket, were
punished. While the others enjoyed the movie or dinner, whoever lost was beaten
by Tormund or Styr then had to do extra chores. Tormund and Styr will bring
smokes, beer or weed, in exchange for sexual favors. Ramsay idly wondered what
Skinner will ask them for in return?
"Oh, Theon, do you enjoy Batman? You remember crazy Catwoman? And deadly Poison
Ivy? Oh, and Harley Quinn, the sadistic whore? Well, this is Myranda, the hell
child of all three. Sexy, pretty and fucking evil, rotting evil. She is the
original mean girl, except she is the one to take it just a bit too far. Her
record is very impressive, she has caused two suicides of sad teen girls that
lived in a world of pimples and diet cupcakes. Myranda bullied, stalked and
threatened boys and girls alike at her schools. Many schools...so many
expulsions. The last school there was a boy she liked who would fuck her, but
not be her boyfriend. He was going out with a lovely smart cheerleader and
Myranda couldn't get her to break up with him. She tried every trick she had
and even breaking the girl's nose didn't work. So the poor little Myranda had
no choice but to blind the girl with bleach, then force the rest down her
throat. The girl died a horrid death, dragon lady wanted to try her as an adult
for it. Luckily, it was the same election year as Skinner. Davos himself tossed
the feral bitch in here. It takes a lot of sedative to keep her from trying to
kill the other girls here, you know." Theon pressed himself into Ramsay's side
as the girl stood in one motion and smiled at him. Suddenly, Ramsay seemed to
go very still and become larger than he was, growling.
Myranda simply walked past them and went to the snack bar to get some soda.
Ramsay resisted the urge to rip her pouty lips off her face. "This little pale
bundle of nerves is Jeyne. She is a good girl, honor roll, was an editor of her
school newspaper even! Then she decided to kill Ned Stark, a very rich and
powerful man, also her daddy's boss. Luckily, since there was evidence that she
had been well and truly fucked by old Nedster, she got a trip here instead of
jail!" Ramsay laughed along with all the others, but Jeyne wasn't laughing, she
was silently cutting herself. Myranda had handed her the sharpened tab off her
soda can and Jeyne just started to carve. Theon started to say something but
Ramsay cut him off. "Don't worry, she never cuts too deep. Besides father will
be here soon and make her stop anyway. This one is Ros, she is a junkie that
became a prostitute. A john got too handsy and she cut something very valuable
off of him. Next to her that piece of shit is Ben, he used pit bulls to hunt
down and kill his bullies at school. Very inventive, I say! And then there is
myself. I am here because my father has made sure that I am very dangerous too.
So everyone, this is Theon, he tried to kill his daddy. He almost succeeded.
Don't worry, Theon, with our help and father's, the next time, you won't almost
kill anyone. You'll be damned sure they are dead."   
***** The Lost Ones *****
Chapter Summary
     First came a delicate pale arm, barely any flesh left, not from rot.
     No dirt skins a person. Then a flash of black hair,raven black, like
     crow feathers.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Petyr stood next to Stannis and it unnerved Davos for a moment. It occurred to
him that since they allowed Peytr to wear street clothing, you couldn't tell
which was the criminal. They used the same tailor except somehow the criminal's
clothing was much nicer than the judge's. Both watched without expression as
the men digging found the exact corpses that Petyr had told them of. Dany and
Tyrion were nearly on top of the workers, and the dwarf swore as he recognized
a victim.  "Fuck. Oh fuck, Petyr, give me the names again! Because I don't
think we have the right body here."
Tilting his head, Petyr said, "What are you talking about? I did not lie, I
want this deal. I told you it is Luton, Jeyne Poole and Ros. I can clearly see
a bald corpse, all scalped and that should be Luton. The one punctured over and
over by a crossbow, that would be Ros. My star little student is right there, I
can see Jeyne's long black hair from here, Tyrion. What are you playing at?"
Dany nearly ripped her hair out of her head and screamed at Petyr, lack of
sleep has caused her to lose control. "Yes, long black hair and a slender
build, right? Well, guess who else might look like that Peytr?" Dany stormed
off towards a tree trunk and tried to calm herself down.
Tyrion sighed and yelled to Stannis, "It isn't Jeyne Poole, this is Jon Snow.
Missing for years, listed as a runaway. Cat Stark was accused of murdering him,
remember? There was no proof but her neighbors made her life a living hell over
the rumor. That is why she tried to slit her own throat while drunk, recall
that Petyr? How did you somehow mistake Jon for Jeyne?"
With a bark of laughter, Petyr shook his head. "Tricky little birds. I had no
idea which one did it, but I guarantee you that one of them is in jail starving
herself. Or it's the one buried somewhere around here."
Stannis sat at his desk, holding his head as Davos brought him Tylenol and gin.
"Tell me the damned report." Davos ignored the smirking Petyr who was sipping
gin, lounging at the window. "The identification is done.Ben, Ros and Jon. The
report is just a first preliminary look. Ros died of an arrow through the heart
and she had been shot by a cross bow at least fourteen times. Like a damned
pincushion." Petyr swirled his drink and said quietly, "It was Joff's favorite
hunt. He hunted her personally. Ben was hunted by all the students, ordered by
Roose himself. The stupid boy got careless and Roose wanted no one to dare
attempt his mistakes. The lunk liked the girl who worked at the movie theater
and he bragged of his skills. Foolish of him. They chased him down, the girls
stoned him, the boys scalped him. Myranda did the kill."
"And where are the bodies of Jeyne, Myranda and Kyra? Did you know Jon Snow was
dead all this time and hide it from your dearest friend, Cat?" Sneered Davos
and Stannis cut him off. "A deal is a deal, indeed. You will give us more and I
am giving the order to transfer Sansa Stark to the nearest mental facility."
Chapter End Notes
     I accidentally had written the name Luton in place of Ben. It is has
     been corrected. My apologies.
***** Family Must Protect Itself *****
Chapter Summary
     Warning for graphic content.
Jon wanted to go home, plain and simple. He was hurt that Cat didn't even
consider taking him on vacation, after all that therapy bullshit. All the kind
words and simple gestures were fake after all. It cut deeper that his father
didn't want him around either. His dad gave this whole song and dance about
letting Jon have a good time relaxing at the Tarly's. As if seeing his best
friend was something he didn't do almost every damned day. Home might be a
tense cold place, but it was better than watching Sam and his father. Whenever
Jon feels his step mother is the coldest human on earth, he thinks of Sam's
father. That man has never said a kind word to his son, but loves to insult him
in front of anyone with ears. He also thinks nothing of hitting his son
whenever the mood strikes him. Tonight it is worse than ever, the man had a bad
day and was drinking. The man was liberally insulting Sam during dinner, then
the mother tried to intervene. This made the father enraged and he throw his
full plate of food at Sam. That is when Jon got up and went to get his bags.
Without saying a word, ignoring the screams from the dining room, he left to
hitch hike home.  
Plus, there was a part of him that knew there was a secret going on. He wasn't
positive but he was dreadful of his thoughts. If it was what he thought, he
needed to do something, anything. Jon told Dr. Bolton about his fears, he told
that freaky cold fish everything, never quite sure why. He knows he hates and
fears those weekly visits, but Jon never remembers anything bad. Yet he somehow
does. No matter how much Jon dreads the visits, Cat drags him there. It is very
important according to Dr. Bolton. There is a special medicine he must take
once a week, when he visits Dr. Bolton. Before they begin the hour or two long
sessions, the doctor always hands him a pill. Jon takes it then they sit and
discuss his relationship with his step mother. Except they aren't discussing
her anymore, really. No, Jon tells this terrifying man every single thought he
has. As if his mouth just opens and spills his thoughts, helpless to stop it.
Recently, things have been worse. When Jon leaves the therapy room, he
remembers terrible things that must have happened. He feels violated, his body
hurts in secret places and all Jon can see is his father's face. When Jon began
to confide in Dr Bolton about hearing Sansa crying in his fathers room, things
got worse.
Seething with impotent anger and mounting fear, Jon got out of the truck he
hitched a ride in. Walking the last block to his home, Jon thought it was time
to confront the beast. As Dr. Bolton had pointed out, his step mother feels too
proud to intervene with anything sordid going on. If Sansa is being sexually
abused by their father and Jon was too, what was to stop the man from doing it
to the others? What if right now, he was raping both Robb and Sansa? And didn't
Jon see Jeyne Poole come inside with a bag just before he left for Sam's? With
determination, suppressing tears and trembling, Jon snuck into his own darkened
house. Tiptoeing in the darkness as if he were a burglar, Jon went upstairs.
Once he was on the second floor, the silence was broken by sounds. Disturbing
ones that Jon knew, sounds that made him shudder and want to vomit. His anus
suddenly ached and Jon's mouth suddenly tasted terrible. It tasted like his
once a week medicine and sperm. Gagging silently, Jon went towards the sounds
he hated so much. Clutching tightly to the butcher knife that he stole from
Sam's house, Jon went to his father's room. He could hear that grunting,
beastly rutting man sound. And that high pitched whimpering sound, muffled by
the slapping of flesh against flesh. Jon nearly vomited on his feet and his
shaking hand fell away from the door.
I can't do this, I can't. Jon spun away and ran towards Robb's room. Ripping
the door open, Jon thought to see if Robb was asleep or something. Surely he
would help Jon deal with this terrible situation. His mouth opened but unlike
when he saw the doctor, nothing came out. Not a sound could get past the shock
and horror of the image before him. His perfect brother, the one Jon looked up
to, strove to be like, was raping Sansa. Jon knew it was rape even though she
lay still with her eyes closed. He saw the bruises all over her body, he saw
how her fists were tightly clenched and the tears sliding down her cheeks. Robb
leaped up, his hard on rapidly wilting at the sight of his half brother gaping
at him. Sansa gasped and wrapped a blanket around herself. "Jon,wait! I can
explain, okay? Please?" Sansa yelled as Jon spun to punch his brother. Robb was
knocked onto his bed, blood and teeth flying. "No! Don't, don't hurt him! It
isn't his fault!" With strength born of desperation, Sansa pulled Jon off of
Robb, whom he was strangling. Jon burst into tears and hugged Sansa. "You are
right. I know who's fault this is...I am sorry, if I had known he was hurting
you too...I would've stopped it sooner. I won't be weak this time, I swear it."
Before Sansa could respond to Jon's strange babbling speech, the boy ran
towards his father's room. Sansa and Robb chased after him but the door was
thrown open. There Jon saw his naked hulking father savagely thrusting himself
over a small figure. Jon ran at his father with the knife and just as the man
reared up over the girl. As Ned was about to fill this little new plaything
full of his seed, the blade went across his throat. Sansa and Robb screamed, it
mixed with the tormented howl of Jon. It was louder than the gurgle of a dying
man, that shuddered in orgasm and death. Jeyne's body filled with Ned's sperm
and her flesh was covered in Ned's blood. The girl lay with her eyes wide open,
staring at the ceiling. Even as the man died and Jon ripped him off Jeyne, she
never even twitched. "Oh, I think she is dead. Did he crush her?" Sansa's voice
broke the sudden silence that had covered them all after the initial screaming.
Her tone was casual as if this is normal, having a dead best friend that was
set up to be raped. None of these children understood sexual predators nor the
effects of sexual abuse. They did not understand what Post Traumatic Stress
was, nor did they understand that Jeyne was catatonic. All they understood was
their father was dead and Cat could not know Jon did it.
It took three tries before Jon was able to make a phone call. "Dr. Bolton, how
can I help you?" "Dr..Dr. Bolton, please, we need help. I..a bad thing has
happened. Can you please come over and not bring the police yet?" "Jon, why
would I need the police with me? Are you hurt, Jon?" "My dad is dead. And he
was hurting someone very badly...so...the person he was hurting...she killed
him, I think. Sansa and Robb are here with me, they saw her do it too."
Sansa tried to be calm, but she knew her mother would blame her for this. She
just knew it and was drowning in silent screaming panic. A face and a voice
came to mind. Her mother's friend Petyr who visits all the time. He has always
taken Sansa to places, he treats her like a princess. It used to bother her
mother but then it didn't anymore. Petyr was the only person who understood
Sansa, in fact he was the only one who knew what was happening to her. He had
hugged Sansa and told her ways to make her father be repelled by her. Even by
teaching her to use gassy foods to make herself very unappealing. Petyr had
given her pills once to dissolve in her father's drink to make him pass out
faster. He hugged her and told her that one day soon, he was going to take her
away. Petyr had a very important job at a new school. He made a real lot of
money and soon he will take Sansa away. Now seemed like a perfect time for him
to keep that promise and Sansa called Petyr to save her.
***** A Lamb for the Slaughter *****
Chapter Summary
     Ramsay has a little lamb.
     With arrogance.. hard as coal.
     but every where that lamb went
     His blood would surely flow
Theon tried to study, tried to follow rules and not cause any waves. He really
did, yet trouble seemed to find him regardless. The boys began to taunt and
beat on him very private second they could catch him in. He found himself only
using the bathroom in the room he shared with Ramsay. In fact, Theon found that
being with Ramsay was the only time everyone left him alone. Even the staff
seemed to have it in for him. A single grin caused Locke to give Theon two
beatings in front of the class. Then Tormund felt that Theon didn't run fast
enough during laps and made him run till he fainted. He woke up to Styr telling
him to march himself to student support for napping on the grounds. The
bastards left him in a tiny cabinet until he pissed himself. Then Styr made him
march with his arms at his sides to his room, making sure everyone could see
the piss stain. The laughter stung as badly as Theon's wounds did. Only Ramsay
was there to comfort him. Shamefully, Theon found himself sobbing into the
boy's chest many times about how unfair it all was. Not once did Ramsay ever
tease him for this, instead he would hug the sobbing boy and soothe him.
"Stay closer to me, Theon. I can protect you if you want me to. Just ask me,
tell me what you need." Pulling away then, Theon would always shake his head.
"No, I have to stand on my own. They will never respect me or take me for an
equal if I hide behind the Doctor's son. Thank you Ramsay, you are my only
friend. Just being here for me, it means so much." 
Myranda had Yellow Dick and Luton beat Theon down and tie him to a tree. She
played with Joff's crossbow until the brat himself showed up, pissed and
yelling. Neither of them bothered to look at the bleeding boy slumped on the
tree as they fought over stealing property. Theon blinked and watched numbly as
his blood pattered out of one thigh, way too close to his genitals. He didn't
even want to know how deeply the arrow in his arm was driven into the tree
behind him. Joff and Myranda were past name calling and taunts, the fists flew.
They were loud and so was Theon now, screaming for help, fearing his blood
loss. A figure came moments later but it was just that tall thin ghost girl.
Jeyne stepped delicately past the struggling two on the ground and looked at
Theon's wounds. She reached out and yanked the arrows out, then walked away. As
Theon tried to stagger forward, he could see that Jeyne was trying to jab the
pointed tips into her arms. Petyr showed up as Theon tried to walk past the
three fucked up kids and shook his head. "Pitiful, just pitiful. Get yourself
to the infirmary, boy. After you are patched up, head down to student support."
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THEY TIED ME TO A TREE AND SHOT ME WITH ARROWS!
WHAT DID I DO?" "Well, for starters, you were just disrespectful. Before that,
I watched you let Jeyne take arrows and hurt herself with them. You clearly
have no regard for the safety procedures. Now move or I can add on worse.
Perhaps you should spend more time with Ramsay, he could teach you how to get
along better here."
Ramsay held the sobbing stubborn boy and whispered to him. "Petyr is right you
know. I want to protect you, care for you and teach you. Why don't you let me,
stop this tough guy act before it gets you killed." This time when Theon tried
to pull away, Ramsay held him tighter. "Listen to me for a moment. Just stay
quiet and listen. I really like you and I know you like me. You already know
what goes on around here, no one would dare make fun of you for liking boys."
Theon did know that, he has seen every form of sex happen around here. Age and
sex did not matter here, it seemed. "It isn't that, Ram. It's not that at all."
But Ramsay covered Theon's mouth with his own and felt the boy sink. He had to
fight himself not to attack his pet, make this stupid boy KNOW what he is,
scream it out. Yet he didn't, he was gentle. They kissed and Ramsay used his
hands to ignite passion but left Theon gasping for more. "When you are ready,
we can be more." Was all he said as he walked away, ignoring the soft sobbing
behind him.
***** Sharks Circling Their Prey *****
Roose and Petyr got to the Starks residence at nearly the same moment. They
have always seemed to be sharks drawn to the same bloody prey. Since college
the two have circled each other, tested and sometimes downright challenged each
other. It was a relationship close to friendship if either were capable of true
emotional attachments. Petyr was a true manipulator and he wrote papers that
Roose found fascinating. His numerous reports on hypnosis, brainwashing and
Stockholm Syndrome terrified their professors but charmed Roose.
Petyr found Roose's experiments interesting, together they discussed theories.
Theories of if you could gather a group of young impressionable children,
already with certain triggers. With traumas in place, what could you turn them
into? What if you could create a near army of little soldiers? Or turn them
into puppets, capable of doing anything, even things not built into their core
nature? What if it could be profitable? Sometimes children of rich families can
be in need of treatment. The things you could learn from the child without the
child ever knowing it. Enough to blackmail the family? What if that child can
be changed to do something horrible? Something terrible enough that the family
would pay any amount to make it all go away? Or at least make the child go
away.
Through the years the dream of the school of their own grew. Even when Petyr
became obsessed with Cat during the last year of college, he never forgot it.
When he bought Cat the engagement ring, he bought the smaller ring as he could
not dip into the "school fund". Three weeks later when she gave it back for a
larger one from Ned Stark, he was pissed. Not because she broke his heart,
because he was counting on her fortune. She was a lovely but very cold girl, he
thought she would be perfect. Once Cat could enjoy running a home and spend
money along with status, she would leave him be. Petyr would probably live at
his school and it was her money he really needed. Roose was from privilege
however his family did not wish to fund his project. He was given a home and
money enough for comfortable living but that wasn't enough.
Burning, seething with fury that Cat dared spurn him and ruin his dreams,
revenge began. He smoothly bowed out and became her friend. Careful wording to
others saw to it that he was her only remaining true friend. Ned tolerated
Petyr simply because he found his wife cold as well. It was easier to let the
woman be and do as she chose rather than set her off. She might be lovely but
Ned discovered the only place Cat was not freezing was in bed. There she became
passion itself and neither man had ever had better sex.  She knew things they
didn't even know of and Cat was the only one to make them nearly grovel for it.
Petyr hadn't ever figured out how she did that when no other girl ever could.
He even hired whores to do exactly what Cat had done, how she had acted, but it
did nothing for him. Petyr never got to unravel that secret and that angered
him too. He hated leaving puzzles undone or mazes untraveled.
For so long now, Petyr inserted himself into Cat's life and subtly made
changes. He caused so many terrible fights and suspicions through the years.
Petyr carefully nurtured Cat's disappointments and caused her resentment of her
husband to flourish. Robb was never anything but the apple of his parents eyes.
Petyr knew to tread carefully around the boy and never used him as a weapon.
Then came Sansa and Cat was so cold to the little baby girl. It was quite
obvious to Petyr that Postpartum Depression had set in and he consulted Roose.
Carefully, following every instruction, he saw to it that it grew. It was
hidden yet rotting her away, untreated and growing into a tumorous hate for
that girl. Then something unexpected happened, as Sansa grew, Petyr became
enchanted. Prettier and sweeter than her mother, Sansa liked Petyr. Most
children ignored Petyr, he was not someone who enjoyed being around small
children. This little girl charmed him, she loved to sing and sit in his lap,
begging for stories. It was near to worship and Petyr drank it liked the finest
wine. From that moment, Petyr added Sansa into his dream along with the school,
he would have this girl.
It enraged him how Cat and Ned treated Sansa. When the little bird started to
tell him of what her father was doing, it made him murderous. How dare that
bastard not just steal Cat, but Sansa too? Petyr was so careful to not touch
Sansa, leaving her achingly innocent and pure! He wanted to wait until she was
old enough to want him back, then Ned soils that for him too. Petyr seems to
always lose out to fucking Ned Stark.
Until now, standing over the cooling corpse while holding Sansa's little
clinging hands. Petyr smirked then looked at the catatonic girl laying on the
bed. Roose confirmed her condition. Sansa went to sit in her room with Petyr
and she sobbed out the whole truth. Robb and Jon sat on the couch in the living
room with Roose. It didn't take long for Jon to tell his trusted doctor
everything while the other boy silently cried. After hearing the stories, both
men went into the dark kitchen to have a private discussion. Petyr looked at
Roose's excited eyes and inwardly groaned. "This is perfect, oh just wonderful.
Three of them, three of the best, darkest stories and I can make them students
by morning. Cat will be mortified, so will the Poole's. They will want this
gone fast, the kids gone fast and the studies I can do on them, Petyr!"
Taking a deep breath, Petyr responded carefully. "I know how important your
work is, Roose. However, I want you to consider a much bigger picture for a
moment. Ned's death means everything is transferred to Cat now. The children
are not important to her beyond Robb. What is important to her is status,
wealth and her family name.  You know that, Jon tells you everything. Look what
she has allowed him to do to Sansa? What she knew he was teaching Robb to do?
As long as it was quiet, as long as she could pretend, what if you take that
away? Cat would have nothing but a bunch of children she cannot really love. If
Cat knows we will allow Jeyne to take the blame, if she knows we know
everything...what wouldn't she offer us financially? Think of this, Roose.
Also, Jeyne is an empty shell, surely a blank page is worth writing on, isn't
it? We spoke of this, remember? Not just killer kids, what about an innocent
with only a terrible shock left in her mind? What can you make her believe?
What can you teach her to be or to do?" Roose thought on this then gave a sharp
nod. Together they went over what would be said when they called Cat.  
***** Warrior Princess Within A Broken Doll *****
Chapter Summary
     They all called her a broken china doll. Skin pale as porcelain,
     nearly black eyes that stared blankly. Long limbs that sometimes move
     awkwardly if she is agitated is the only real way to know if she is
     afraid. When Jeyne cries it is silent and the tears just fall from a
     statue face like a miracle stone deity. Even if she allows pain to
     shriek through stiff vocal chords, it comes as a haunting wail. If
     Jeyne must speak her voice is stiff, the words sound clear but the
     emotion is of a robot. She gives nothing and expects nothing in
     return, in fact, it seems to be the only thing she craves that they
     can all see.
Beneath a fiery blackened sky, with streaks of orange that create a comforting
warm light was a roaring deep brilliant sapphire ocean, so vast. So far across
this sea, so far that it shouldn't be worth trying to find, was a mountain. It
is created of black shards, sharper than any blade. At the very top of this
deadly mountain was a lovely place. A village, forests full of magical
creatures, a whole lovely small town and a castle. It was tall and was made of
the very same mountains shards. Around the castle was a moat of molten swirling
lava. The only way to enter or exit the castle was a long drawbridge that was
down during safe times. Allowing anyone to come and go, the princess was
friendly and loved all her subjects. They were treated equally, a shepard, a
village idiot and a lord were all offered the same mercy, kindness or firmness
if needed. Every day and night Princess Jeyne was given love and loyalty from
her friends, from her court filled with everyone. She allowed anyone to eat in
her hall for dinner at the same time every night. Oh, the songs, stories and
tricks they would all tell her. Such wonderful things and the dancing was
magical fun.
If the alarm bells begin to ring then everything changes fast, like a flicker
of light. Everyone of them would be in black onyx armor. Sharp points of
mountain glass sprinkled anywhere a hold could be taken of them. Helmets with
gruesome face plates hid each of the kind faces and their hands held menacing
weapons. The imposing Warrior Princess wore a helmet that had large, twisted
horns and her face plate was a snarling demon. She had a curved, sharp sword, a
short sword, knives and a bow and arrow. She nearly bristled with shards of
mountain glass and Jeyne would rush up to the top of the castle. Roaring orders
the Princess fights with true emotional passion. True hate and rage spread from
her to her warriors and they blaze in glory, always winning the battles. Some
were harder than others, but no enemy can get through. They never will and
Princess Jeyne sheds her nightmare shield so she can dance with that pretty
flutist again while her ladies sing of love.
 Jeyne came out of her catatonic state in stages. The first face she saw was
enough to make the alarms sound, but this man acted so nice, so kind. His eyes
were intense as if they were trying to dissect her. Yet the voice was soothing,
very soft and his hands were gentle. Dr. Roose Bolton was very interested and
truly seemed to want to help her. The second face that Jeyne encountered was
closer to her age, it was a handsome boy. So polite and his eyes, they were
terrifying and yet they drew Jeyne in. Ramsay was the doctors son and he was as
soft spoken, always seeming thrilled to see her progress. One night Roose had
asked Ramsay to escort Jeyne to his office. He brought her from the small
hospital-like room that they jokingly called an infirmary. Jeyne has been
walking better, she was given physical therapy by this creepy doctor several
times a day.  He does all the things a real doctor does and a real nurse does,
but everyone calls him Qyburn, he said. Which Jeyne found strange since no
doctor asks someone to do that. Jeyne says nothing, she only speaks if she
must, silence is preferred. As soon as he could, the "doctor" told Roose that
the girl must take several walks a day. This was grimly amusing to Jeyne,
knowing the man was unnerved by her. So every day Ramsay would come after his
classes to take Jeyne for a walk. They started with just a few hallways, then
it expanded. Jeyne would only nod when Ramsay introduced her to others. She
ignored all the jokes and insults that fell from kids she wouldn't see. Only if
persuaded to by Roose or Ramsay would Jeyne begin to speak. Her voice was faded
as if she was not really there. Often, Ramsay would keep his warm large arm
around her, engulfing the slight figure. Jeyne would feel a little safer and
sometimes that was enough to make her speak.
This night when they entered Dr. Roose's study, Ramsay had an arm around her,
steering the stiff doll. Jeyne was scared, this was different, she did not like
different. Ramsay did not walk her at night!  The doctor usually saw Jeyne in
the infirmary, he came in the mornings, not at night. Jeyne had never gone to
this room before and her warriors were ready to attack. A room with a blood red
deep carpet, red velvet curtains darkened the room, the cherry wood furniture
glowed warmly. The room was lit by actual candles, all around the room, giving
it a secretive yet safe feeling. With true momentary joy lighting her eyes,
Jeyne saw a lovely thing. There were little pewter figures on a small table
next to a wooden chair that was extra padded with red velvet. It had a lovely
castle, unicorns, dragons with glittering jewel eyes. Knights frozen in battle
positions, on rearing horses. Jeyne allowed Ramsay to sit her down and she
looked at the lovely cast metal figures. Roose winked at his son, who was kind
enough to run to town with Petyr earlier to purchase these items. Roose had
been curious about her fantasy world and recorded every detail to fit. His
voice was so soft and kind as he urged Jeyne to touch and position all the
figures as she would like. Hesitantly, a pale hand began to move them about.
As Jeyne played, Roose coaxed her to speak of herself, of what she remembers.
In a ghostly voice, lost in fantasy, Jeyne gave an accurate but unfeeling
accounting of her life. It was normal, it was average and boring until one
night. That was when she went to Sansa's house for a sleepover. "We were going
to eat popcorn, watch scary movies and play some pranks on her brother. I had
makeup with me and it cost me my whole allowance. I really wanted to show Sansa
and have us practice making our faces." And that is where her story always
ends. Jeyne has no recollection of even going past the front door. Ever so
compassionately, the doctor broke the news, of what Jeyne had done. The whole
time that Roose spoke, Ramsay held the trembling girl, whose tears fell like a
waterfall. Dr. Bolton showed Jeyne the terrible photos of what Ned Stark had
become. A corpse, bloody and the eyes stared in horror at her. Jeyne kept
closing her eyes and her tiny voice begged for mercy. "I am so sorry, I know
this hurts and scares you. But you need to know, to understand why you are
here. This is a special school where you live all year round. Your parents
wanted what was best for you and trust me to care for you. You need to trust me
as well. I want to help you, my dear, we all want to help you here." Jeyne
doubted that and the warrior princess waited, poised to announce battle.
"Jeyne, all I am asking is that you understand what you did. That you accept
what you did. Do you think you are capable of that, sweetheart? If not, I will
not be angry with you, we can help you to accept the truth." As soft and kind
as those words were, Jeyne could hear the threat. "I killed Ned Stark. I killed
him with a knife in his throat. He raped me..he..hurt me and Sansa Stark set me
up." What intrigued Roose and Ramsay was how her voice had emotion for the
first time. She sounded solid as if the rage had suddenly surged upward and
gave Jeyne courage.
Most of the time Jeyne was placid, even when hurt she would wail or silently
cry, but her face remained frozen. Jeyne hated mirrors, Dr. Bolton or Sir, as
he liked to be called, would make her use them. Sometimes he even made her look
at her body parts and make her describe what she looked like to him. It was one
part of the therapy he insists she needs. Jeyne tries hard to not ever interact
with others more than she must, except for Ramsay. Then he started to change
too and Jeyne discovered a new enemy at her moat. The battle raged for some
time yet all Ramsay ever saw was blank compliance. This made him so angry that
he hurt her bad enough to need the infirmary for a week. Jeyne had become
catatonic again and Roose had seen to it that his son couldn't move without
agony for a month. When Roose managed to coax the girl back, he was first face
she saw. Then the second face was Ros. She was Jeyne's roommate and had always
been indifferent but kind to her. It was another few days before she could
return to classes. No one but Ros came near her room. When Jeyne went back to
the school wing, Ramsay ignored her. He cornered her later and with a smirk of
disgust, Ramsay told her she was no longer his pet. That she was just a broken
fucking toy that was too boring for him. Regardless of her release, Ramsay told
her that whenever he wanted her or gave her an order, she would be loyal and
obedient. Jeyne had agreed and kept her word.
The taunts and the attacks from others received a blank shell. For the most
part, Jeyne attracted no attention unless someone was bored. Without mirrors,
Jeyne allowed her hair to grow long and over her face. Her eyes only were
visible if she were in class or ordered by an adult to move her hair from her
face. Otherwise, Jeyne used her black curtain of hair to be her outer shield.
Roose allowed Jeyne to sew since it was a talent she had and it was therapy,
calming, soothing. So he supplied her with flowing yellow or white fabric.
Jeyne created her long flowing princess dresses and wore them regardless of the
merciless teasing. She only changed for gym, outdoor chores and when she must
go into the town. Then Ros will force Jeyne into jeans and a sweatshirt,
sneakers stuffed onto delicate feet that wanted slippers. Jeyne enjoyed the new
food, the movies, but she hated all the people, all these strangers. The alarms
would sound so loud in her head over it. Jeyne would have to discreetly cut
herself so that she could remain calm, to keep the warriors from attacking. She
has to remind herself that it was not a real threat, there was no reason to
battle.
The others discovered that Jeyne can only be messed with up to a point. Myranda
would force the broken doll to remove her dress, then go on all fours. While
Myranda would watch some gruesome torture porn, she would use Jeyne as a human
ashtray. The girl would wail when Myranda would put out a smoke on her back.
The doll never moved and her expression never changed. Sometimes when Ros was
feeling bad for Jeyne she would braid the girl's hair and sing for her. It
always seemed to soothe the broken doll a bit. However, within minutes the hair
would be down again, in her face. Myranda would sneer and tell Jeyne that she
looked like the girl from a move called The Ring. She and Ramsay made Jeyne
watch the movie then see a pic of herself that they had taken earlier. The
reaction was blank still, but inside Jeyne was happy. Good. Let them think she
is a vengeful wraith. Maybe it will make them stop bothering her, when she has
an entire castle to run.
One day Mr. Baelish became irritated because Jeyne's hair kept falling on her
face. "Jeyne, I am going to take you to a wonderful salon where we can get you
any kind of cut or style. Won't that be nice?" "No thank you, Mr. Baelish. I
like my hair the way it is." Ros leaned over and said, "I can help you with
style or something, you really need a style." "No thank you, Ros." "You
misunderstand, darling. I am not asking you, I am telling you we must cut that
hair and style it." Petyr said firmly. The air seemed to freeze and Jeyne used
stiff china hands to push the hair away from her eyes. Moving jerkily, Jeyne
suddenly scrambled across the long table towards her teacher. Petyr found
himself quickly backing up, positive the girl was going to unhinge her jaw and
eat him. He saw this crazy image in his head, and was ready to scream for Styr
or Tormund. The marionette girl had unnerved Petyr enough that he forgot to
simply press the button on the wall that brings help. The girl stopped just out
of reach of the teacher and her black eyes seemed to burn with fire. Now the
voice had changed, it was deeper and here was emotion, it was rage like lava.
"IF YOU TOUCH MY HAIR I WILL SEE IT AS AN ATTACK. WE DEFEND OURSELVES, YOU WILL
NOT TAKE US DOWN. MY HAIR WILL NOT BE CUT."
By the time Petyr remembered the button, the girl had reverted to her normal
state. The students all just stared at her, fascinated and terrified. Even
Ramsay was shocked and stayed away from her. "Jeyne, I will let this go for
right now. This discussion has upset you and I think you need to go see Dr.
Bolton. Tell him what happened." Jeyne nodded and stood up, wooden, blank. As
she headed for the door, Tormund filled it with his massive bulk and he was
startled by her. "Jeyne Poole? You called me to restrain the doll girl? Why?"
Carefully, eyes shooting meaningful darts at the wraith like girl, floating in
her silk dress, Petyr spoke. "She had an incident. She became very upset over a
discussion we had. Jeyne lost control and I think its best if you could escort
her to Roose immediately I will call him, let him know." Tormund understood
that the girl can have violent spells like any other student here, but he has
never seen it yet. Niether has Styr or any other adult or student. However,
Petyr and the students looked stunned and very wary of her. So Tormund spoke
very calmly and asked the girl if she could walk with him nicely. The tall
blank doll nodded and silently walked beside the giant man with no problems.
Roose had been very interested.  Jeyne spoke as if giving a weather report,
telling him exactly what happened in the class. Then the doctor have her an
injection and he asked again. This time Roose received the rage fueled tale of
how the Warrior Princess had to defend herself. She explained how her hair was
a shield, it was possibly what kept her sanity enough not to slip out of
reality forever. "I will make a rule that no one is to change your hair." Roose
had kindly decreed, knowing that the students would not be able to resist
breaking this rule. He wanted to see what would happen when they caught her and
tried to cut her hair.
Three days later as Jeyne was leaving her room, Locke had allowed her to run
back upstairs, she had forgotten her notebook. In her hand was a hall pass, the
two lurking nearby had passes as well. When they saw Jeyne they grinned and put
their passes in their pockets and pulled out something else. Damon had a very
sharp pair of scissors and Ben had a barbers razor. He clicked a button to make
it buzz and waved it in the air at her. Jeyne could tell both were high on
something, that there would be no threat this time. They were determined to cut
her hair off and inside Jeyne the Warrior Princess roared out to her fighters
to attack. Jeyne ran first, trying to get somewhere else, somewhere she can
battle from. The boys hooted and chased her enjoying the hunt. She flew around
the corner and then saw what she needed. When the boys crashed into the little
bathroom she shared with Ros, they didn't see Jeyne at first. By the time they
saw the jerkily moving girl that had replaced blank Jeyne it was too late. The
rage burned through the Warrior Princess, into her warriors and the boys were
attacked by pure rage that scorched.
Everyone heard the scream Jeyne let out, a scream that was full of fury, they
have never heard this before. More startling was to hear Damon and Ben scream
right after. High pitched and full of agony, sometimes words. "PLEASE, STOP,
HELP ME SOMEBODY. STOP, IT HURTS OH GODS IT HURTS!" Teachers, students, the
support team, Qyburn, even Roose all ran upstairs. There stood Jeyne in her
long ghost dress, blank again, holding a can of Ros's hairspray and a lighter.
Ben and Damon were on the floor before her. The smell of burnt flesh was thick
and both boys were rolling, squirming and screaming. Ben's entire right arm and
hand were nearly blackened. Damon's chest was blistered and his shirt was
charred. They cried and screamed as Jeyne calmly put down her weapons then went
limp as Tormund and Styr took her away. Jeyne was not strapped, beaten or
stuffed into the cabinet. She was placed in a padded small room and was left
there for the rest of the day. The doctor came and gave her a shot then Roose
spoke with her. He recorded everything and knew this next book would be
featuring a few chapters on Jeyne.
A few days later, Jeyne resumed classes and never again, did anyone, not even
Ramsay, attempt to cut her hair. 
***** Part One: Catch And Release (Roose Traps A Predator) *****
Chapter Summary
     Petyr smoked as he softly spoke, his cultured voice held the small
     group captive. "It was the only time I felt true pity, utter sympathy
     for Ramsay Bolton." No one had a word to say at the end of it.
     Podrick and Dany had tears in their eyes and Tyrion looked as if he
     would vomit. His eyes held a terrible empathy for the sociopath boy
     whose father tore apart his very mind. "So Dany, as to the answer to
     that question you casually asked me, yes, Ramsay loved his pet."
     Stannis and Davos were clutching their drinks as if the thick cut
     glasses were teddy bears.
Roose was enjoying the fear of Theon, who was trembling and his eyes were
bugging with fear. Suddenly, his cell beeped and he gave a deep sigh. "Please
excuse me for a moment, Theon. I apologize for the rudeness." Theon managed to
stutter out, "Of..o...of c..c..course, Sir." Roose turned slightly away and
snapped into the phone, "I am in session, you are impinging on Theon's valuable
time with me."  Petyr's voice was shaken but not by Roose. "There is quite a
scene out here. You had better come out right now and speak to Ramsay. Styr and
Tormund can barely hold him unless you want to give them permission to break
bones. Or knock him out. He is out of control and Lock is trying to hold back
the other students. Ramsay roared for them to help him get past the student
support. Like fucking zombies, Roose, they just came marching up. Locke is
using a goddamned actual bullwhip he stole from Damon to keep them from a
damned riot. Even Jeyne is ready to rip throats out with her teeth, as she
growled to me. Get out here!" With utter fascination and ready to dissect this
wonderful new situation, Roose nearly rushed to the door.
The scene in front of him was scanned with cold eyes, that lit with interest.
On one side of the door stood Petyr and Locke. All the students were nearly on
top of them, snarling, ready to pounce. Locke held them off with cracking this
impressive whip, Roose noted several of the kids had a few bloody lashes. What
was even more interesting and delightful to the doctor was his son on the other
side. Styr and Tormund were bruised and lacerated, barely able to contain the
tormented, demented boy. Ramsay was straining forward and he roared out with
rage and emotional pain. His eyes were deep with fear for something, a
desperate driving need tore through his blue eyes, it was lovely in it's agony.
Roose nearly went hard looking at the tightly pulled skin, thinned in such
torment, the tears that dripped like blood. Ramsay was gnashing his teeth,
mouth in a snarl of hate and he screamed at his father.
"FATHER! DON'T YOU DARE DO IT! DON'T YOU TOUCH HIM, HURT HIS MIND, DON'T YOU
BREAK MY PET! YOU SWORE I COULD HAVE HIM. HE IS MINE, I NEED HIM, I LOVE HIM, I
NEED HIM, PLEASE IT IS ALL I EVER ASKED FROM YOU! I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING YOU
WANTED, I HAVE NEVER TRIED TO RUN FROM YOU, NEVER FOUGHT YOU FOR ANYTHING, I
HAVE BEEN GOOD! HE IS MINE, MY BOY AND YOU WON'T BREAK HIM! GIVE HIM BACK TO
ME, YOU LET HIM OUT OF THERE! LET HIM OUT AND GIVE HIM BACK, DADDY, PLEASE, I
WILL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, JUST GIVE HIM BACK!"
Everyone was silent, the pain of seeing Ramsay reduced to a tiny lonely child
was too painful. The silence was broken by Roose's soft voice, nearly lustful
in it's joy of a trap well set. "Oh Ramsay. I was not giving Theon any shock
treatments or anything else of that nature. I was simply showing him around the
room in case treatments were ever needed. Then he wouldn't panic, knowing
already what would happen. In fact, he is standing next to me, since he wasn't
restrained, he followed me to the door." Ramsay looked horrified and sagged in
the hands holding him as Roose pulled Theon forward. The large eyes were full
of tears and shocked emotional overload. "R..Ramsay?" Theon seemed to hear his
own voice, thready and high. His face hardened with that arrogance, that
shield. "I thought you wanted to be my friend, maybe my boyfriend. I thought
you actually gave a shit about me. I am not something you can own, I am not
your pet. To think how stupid I really am, to think you cared about me. Fuck
you Ramsay Bolton." Pulling away from Roose, Theon ran past Ramsay and the
hands holding him tightened, as Ramsay screamed, "Theon, wait! THEON!"
***** Part Two: Catch And Release (Ramsay Stalks His Prey) *****
Chapter Summary
     Petyr swirls the wine then delicately sniffs it before finally
     tasting it. He let the flavor sink into his tongue then swallowed.
     Stannis shifted impatiently and Petyr gave an amused smirk. "Roose
     had traditions in place for these kids, it was their only stability.
     Of course the students couldn't go home for vacations and holidays,
     they stayed at school. So since we were the only family these lost
     kids had, we gave them what we could for a sense of something to hold
     onto, look forward to and remember fondly. During their own private
     time, the students had their own traditions too. The biggest
     tradition the kids had was created by Ramsay and run by him. Each
     year whichever new students had come in were the main theme. The
     Hunt, they called it. They never killed, raped or truly injured the
     prey. Just scared them half to death mostly. Theon's hunt was a
     different story. It was not just the usual ceremonial hunt, this was
     Ramsay's way of driving Theon into his arms permanently. He had told
     the other kids to go very hard on him, to force Theon to his very
     limits. Ramsay should not have said that. Not to those kids."
When Ramsay finally woke from the sedated sleep his father had forced upon him
with a needle, Theon was gone. At first Ramsay staggered out of his bed in
alarm, ready to storm out, then saw Theon's stuff was still there. Nearly in
tears with relief, Ramsay leaned against a wall, gaining control of himself. He
had been afraid that Theon might have tried to flee the school, or get his room
changed at least. It was breakfast time, then there was school, of course that
is where his pet is. Ramsay forced himself to calmly shower, shower and brush
his teeth. Only after he was ready with all his books ready, did he leave the
room. As if nothing had happened, Ramsay entered the dining room and saw
everyone finishing their food. Theon sat next to Ros and Jeyne, he was chugging
his orange juice, trying to gather his items at the same time. After he brought
his tray to the counter and slid his dirty dishes into the large sink full of
soapy water, Theon turned. He almost jumped backwards when he saw Ramsay nearly
upon him. Gasping, Theon grabbed the tray, as if to use it as a weapon. "Stay
back from me, Ramsay. Don't come any closer or I swear I'll hit you. I don't
want to play your games anymore. Find another one to play your doggie, I won't
do it. Leave me alone, please."
Ramsay stopped moving and icy eyes stared hard at Theon. "Don't ever threaten
me, little boy. It is alright to be upset with me, but there is never a good
enough reason to speak to me like that. You are going to apologize, Theon." A
shiver ran through Theon at the look in Ramsay's eyes. For the first time,
Theon saw how deadly, how dangerous and how insane this boy really could be.
The eyes were terrifying and yet, something deep within him responded and
without thought, he lowered his head. "I am sorry for being disrespectful."
Theon turned a bright red with shame but the words spilled out of his
traitorous mouth. Ramsay's face softened a little and he gave a small grin.
"Thank you, Theon. I accept the apology. Why don't you put that tray down and
we can talk, okay? I just want to explain to you what has happened. What
happened yesterday, please just talk with me for a minute?" Theon looked up at
Ramsay and for a brief second, the prey inside him responded. He found himself
thinking, would it really be so bad? To be kept, cared for and loved, even as a
pet? Then the bell rang and the spell broke. "I have to get to class, Ramsay."
He muttered and started to walk past him, dropping the tray. "Won't you at
least call me Ram, like you always do? I love that nickname from your lips."
Ramsay said lightly but Theon looked at him as he walked out the door. "No, not
ever again, Ramsay. I only give nicknames to friends."
Theon wouldn't bend and ignored Ramsay during the day, avoided him during free
times. At night, Theon would lay in bed, listening woodenly as Ramsay tried to
explain. "So because your father fucked you up, you think the only way to
happiness is own a human? Do you hear yourself? Can you see how fucked up that
is, Ramsay? I am really, truly sorry for what your father did to you. I really
am. But I wanted a friend or someone that might even want a relationship. What
you want is wrong and twisted and I can't do it. I can't be what you want, you
don't really want me. It's not me you want, Ramsay, it is the idea of a pet,
the idea of a crawling slave. No. That isn't what I am, I am a predator! Stop,
just stop talking, please! I won't do it and if you force me, you will always
know how much I hate you for it. Sure, I know you can make me, no one will stop
you and I will be tortured into it. But you will always feel my anger, my hate
for you. I will go as blank as Jeyne does, I will be a breathing fuck doll. Is
that what you want? Go one then, make me into that. Or leave me the fuck alone.
Just pick one and stop talking."
Ramsay did not want to beat Theon into being his pet, not this one. He did not
have the urge like he did with Jeyne, he had held her the longest. Ros had
sucked as a pet, too practiced in sexual acts, even deviant ones to really give
Ramsay what he needed. To Ros most sexual things were as exciting and unusual
as wiping her ass after going to the bathroom. He could cause her terror and
pain but that alone wasn't very interesting. Myranda was just as sadistic as
Ramsay. She loved to cause and recieve pain, sex was always creative and deadly
with her. Myranda had a thing for strangling Ramsay when she had an orgasm.
Ramsay enjoyed time with her, but she couldn't be tamed. The boys were all true
predators, not pets and Ramsay had not bothered with trying them. But this was
really the right one, the pet that Ramsay will keep forever and he must do this
right. Theon must see for himself who he was, that he must willingly go to his
Master, his loving Ram, his owner. So Ramsay allowed Theon his misplaced
arrogance and stubbornness to continue until school vacation. Ramsay had spoken
with the other students several times about the first night of vacation.
Traditions are important and the students would have their favorite one the
night of vacation. This year it would be different, Ramsay was careful to
explain what he wanted. "Theon needs to understand who I am, you all know what
I mean. Drive him hard, show no mercy this year, I want him terrified, do you
hear me? Jeyne, are you listening? It's rude to not look at someone speaking to
you. Scare the shit of him, Jeyne. I want him groveling, crawling in hysteria,
driven until he is clutching my boots in terror. Begging me to save him, to
keep you all from hurting him, understand? Good. This will be our best hunt,
this will be one to remember." Ramsay grinned and his eyes were filled with
sadistic delight and dark longing. "I grow tired of chasing my pet, this is the
end of it. So I shall wait and let you all chase him for me...chase him right
to me."
***** Part Three: Catch And Release (A Wild Hunt) *****
Chapter Summary
     The fireplace crackled and Dany jumped a little. Petyr smirked and
     asked if he should stop speaking for a while? Grimly, the woman
     simply lifted her chin and coldly told him to continue. Might as well
     finish this grisly tale and to be honest, not one of them could have
     gone to bed at this point. Might as well finish the horror out, they
     needed to know. Not even for any legal reasons, they just had to hear
     it. Like they sometimes had to look when passing tragedy, like an
     accident you just have to know. So keep talking, and so Petyr did.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ramsay continued to speak to Theon and walk around with him. His intended pet
was coldly polite and very stiff around him now, but he listened when Ramsay
spoke. "This is our last school day for a week. Spring vacation is here, we
have fun, you'll see!" Theon did not react to the joyful tone, instead he
glumly said, "I have no where to go for vacation. I guess I will hang here and
see you when you return. We should have some time apart anyway, I think it
would be healthy." Desperate to slap the face that he loved so much, wanting to
force emotions forth, Ramsay tried to control himself. "No, none of us leave
here for vacation, Theon. Who would want a sicko like any of us in their homes?
Even the staff is here, they each take vacation during different times of the
year. We have a good time though, they arrange all sorts of fun stuff for us.
We go on small field trips, play games and contests they create for us. My
father hires different people to come and do stuff with us. We get to learn
art, we have a small talent show, all kind of things. I have traditions too.
Little things that we do that the adults have no part of. Later tonight, after
the adults leave us alone...we will all meet for a very special once a year
ceremony. You will join us, now that you are one of us."
Every student was in gym clothing and the staff was dressed very casual. Most
of the time the staff was strict, cold and quick to attack even the slightest
mistake. Unless you were in "testing" with Doctor Bolton, then whatever
behavior you had was forgiven. Today, the first day of vacation was a day of
contests and everyone seemed thrilled. . The doctor was acting less like a
doctor and school director, more like a surrogate father. He teased Ros about
her hair attacking everyone and playfully attempted to braid it for her. Locke
was openly flirting with Myranda while Styr was sharing a joint with Skinner
behind a shed. Tormund was telling hysterical jokes that had Theon and Ramsay
leaning on each other, crying in their laughter. It was sunny out, warm and
bright. Spring flowers and trees were flowing green, everyone was happy. Petyr
was singing with Damon some stupid song and they actually sounded good. Theon
was happy too and that was the first time he ever remembered being happy.
Styr oversaw the archery contest and it was quite amazing. Everyone tried but
Myranda and Joff as usual were tied at the best. Then Theon began and it was
over in seconds. Ramsay hugged him and congratulated him on the award, a first
place ribbon with a medal. Myranda and Joff glared at Theon, making him almost
instinctively move into Ramsay. He gasped when he saw what he did and jumped
back. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that." A hand came up fast and held Theon's
chin, making him stare into Ramsay's eyes. "That is exactly what you should do.
It is what I want you to do and you want it too. Anytime you feel scared or
threatened you should run to me, come to me and let me make you safe. Let me
protect you, take away all the decisions and choices that you turn into
mistakes. Before someone hurts you badly, you should always want my
protection." Unwilling tears fell down Theon's cheeks because part of him
wanted to say yes. To make it easier, just let Ramsay make him a little pet
that never has to worry or fuck up. There was a dark need that he didn't
understand that loved the idea of crawling before Ramsay. The arrogance filled
the eyes and his voice was harsh with suppressed emotions. "No. I can't do that
and you know it. Please, let me go now."
Ramsay instead pulled Theon hard against him and gave him a deep kiss. Theon at
first struggled then with a little tiny whimper he gave in. The tiny sound of
prey begging and surrendering made Ramsay give a soft growl of possession.
Pressing into him, small hands trembled against his chest, Ramsay took complete
control and deeply ravaged his pet's mouth. Then shoved Theon gently back and
held the shaking dazed boy by the shoulders. "All you have to do is say you
want to be my pet." Ramsay said so softly and Theon opened his mouth, words at
the ready. With a strangled sound, he shook his head. "No. Ram, I can't do it.
Please, just love me and want me the way I am." Ramsay gave a bitter laugh and
grabbed Theon's face with both hands. "I am trying to do that. I do love and
want you the way you are. The way you really are. No this fake arrogant fucker
that you keep wearing like a damned stinking suit!" With a look of disgust,
Ramsay shoved Theon by his face into the dirt and walked away. "I don't want to
be around you right now. I will see you later at the student ceremony." He said
over his shoulder, quickly leaving before he loses his control.
That night Theon was just finishing his shower when a knock came at the door.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. Ramsay had never come
back to the room and Theon was fine with that. Unnerved and scared by his own
thoughts, Theon wanted to just stay in his room alone. Ros stood there, along
with Jeyne. "Hey, you are running late. If you don't hurry up, the next ones to
escort you outside will be Joff and Myranda, they won't be very nice about it."
"I am not going, it is just a kid thing, its not mandatory." Jeyne jerked
uneasily at that and one black eye seemed to grow out of the hair. "You are one
of us, you must follow the traditions." Her ghostly voice decreed and Ros
patted her arm to calm the haunting doll. "It's alright, we will make sure he
understands, Jeyne. Theon, it is mandatory. If you don't come to the ceremony
willingly, they will drag you there and no staff will halt it. They know of it
and never interfere in our little traditions. It is more like an initiation,
everyone here goes through it. A new student is always the prey in our hunt. No
one actually hurts you, just scares the shit out of you and runs you ragged.
You are driven to run around the woods and back to the main ceremonial area.
Then you are accepted into our pack. Simple and freaky as fuck."
Theon walked between the girls out into the woods till the reached a large
clearing. A large bonfire crackled and there were logs set to create a large
square. The students were sitting on the logs chatting or helping Ramsay set up
something in a large wooden chest. When the three entered the large space
everyone cheered loudly. In spite of tensions earlier in the day, everyone
seemed happy to see Theon. Even Joff clapped him on the back and said, "Glad
you came on your own. I will tell you, I thought you might try and hide from
us. Respect, dude. When it was my turn, I was scared shitless and had to be
dragged into the damned square." Damon laughed and said, "That's true, I
remember that. You nearly pissed yourself and threatened that your mom would
bury us all if we killed you." Skinner snorted and said, "Damon, you sobbed
like a baby during your own hunt!" They all teased each other and it set Theon
at ease. Ramsay approached and he stiffened a bit. "Theon, this is your first
hunt and ceremony, congratulations. Tonight any problems, jealousies or issues
are put aside by all, within this square we are not students or young members
of society anymore. We are really our instincts here and this is a good thing,
a relief, a joy." Ramsay gave such a brilliant smile and Theon melted. "I am
glad to be a part of it, Ram."
After a few minutes more of lighthearted joking, Ramsay changed the mood. "It
is time for us to look past our joy of leaving our restraints behind. It is
time for us to change into what we really are. Time to remove the layers of
fake filthy flesh away and show our true natures." Eerily, every person went
silent and attentive, still cheerful but more intense. Theon hugged himself
nervously, not sure what would happen next. Ramsay opened the wooden chest and
each kid reached into it, pulling out items. When they all started to remove
their clothing, Theon gasped and sat down hard on the log. Even Jeyne was
removing her long pink dress, to replace it with a sort of black body suit and
fake black armor. Gloves with spikes sewn onto the end of each finger were
impressive and terrifying. Ros then colored Jeyne's face completely white, with
black circles around her eyes. Jeyne was helped by Ramsay, who put orange
contacts into her eyes. With a secret grin for just her that made Theon
unreasonably angry, Ramsay called Jeyne a warrior princess. Jeyne gravely bowed
to him and pushed her hair away from her face. Joff looked like some sort of
extra from Mad Max. Skinner took great care in painting Joff's face to look
quite gruesome. "Finally, you look good for once." he teased and Joff laughed
along with the others except for Theon. Myranda wore only a leather patched
bikini and Damon's large hand swept paint on her. Black and green splotches,
till he reached her lovely face and turned it into a nightmare. Ben and Ros
helped each other put on what looked like werewolf costumes. They painted each
others features into snarls of fury. Skinner and Damon wore only camouflage
pants, boots with steel pointed tips and painted faces. Ramsay wore a red robe
of some kind of dyed leather and a hideous demon mask made of the same
material.  He stood tall and huge suddenly before the bonfire and each of the
transformed creatures created a circle before him.
"Theon Greyjoy, you are no longer among the members of society. Here we are our
own breed, killers, predators and prey. We are pure selves here, we have shed
our skins and revealed the insides. Now you must do the same." When Ramsay
stopped speaking, the group all slowly began to approach Theon. He stood up in
alarm but none of them tried to hurt him or rush at him. Ros gently reached out
a hand and seeing no other choice, he took it and followed her. Putting him in
front of Ramsay, they began to gently remove his clothing. Jeyne rummaged in
the chest and twice rejected things. Finally, she pulled out something and came
towards Theon. Each person had a part, in either undressing, costuming or
painting Theon. No one spoke at all, but they still all smiled at him, even
gave encouraging pats to him. Only Ramsay remained standing still, staring at
Theon with eyes that froze him in fear. The mask and robe made this boy a
stranger, a dangerous predator that might kill him. Theon looked down and saw
that he was dressed in pants made of fur. On his hands fur was tightly bound
until his hands were mummified, like paws now. He started to pant in fear, it
was rabbit fur, rabbits are most certainly prey, not predator. Then to his
horror and shame, Jeyne came forth and attached large floppy real rabbit ears
to his hair, actually threading them into his hair. When she finished, they all
stood back and Ramsay stared mercilessly at him.
"You are no longer Theon Greyjoy. You are prey. We are the predators and this
is our Hunt. If you survive it, you will become one of us. Even prey can win a
hunt if they are clever and fast, predator or prey, if you survive, you are one
of us. So run, rabbit and save yourself!" Theon saw everyone tense, the faces
were no longer friendly, they were feral and ready to chase. He ran.
Chapter End Notes
     sorry folks, it was only meant to be a three part story that Petyr
     told, but it is longer in my head than i thought it would be. so one
     more part to it will be coming.
***** Part Four: Catch And Release (Ramsay Keeps His Prey) *****
Chapter Summary
     "And you all allowed this? Knowing what could happen? What if
     Ramsay's rules weren't followed and worse had happened? What if
     someone died?" With a smirk, Petyr said, "Apparently that did happen.
     I will bet that is exactly how Jon Snow died. Roose allowed these
     hunts as not just practice and a way of letting the teens blow off
     some steam. He knew that they were truly just children and all
     children needed their play. They need their fantasies and most of
     all, they needed to have a sense of team, of family, of tradition.
     They needed ties and they created them. A few times he tried to put
     cameras up so he could observe everything, but the kids would look
     and find them. if he sent Styr and Tormund or Locke to try and sneak
     a peek, the kids would simply stop and not move until they left. But
     no, the kids never killed or maimed any of their prey. Not unless it
     was a hunt ordered by Roose. Those were quite different, with no
     costumes and more savagery. This was part of a ritual and they
     usually came back with nothing worse than scratches and some
     bruising. Truly, even Theon wasn't that physically injured from it at
     all...it was all his mind, which had been traumatized."
At first it wasn't too bad, at least Theon tried to convince himself of that.
Screams, howls and crashing seemed to be all around him. In the distance, he
could hear Myranda calling his name tauntingly. He got a burst of speed and it
seemed that they all fell back some. This gave Theon a much needed chance to
stop and breathe, holding onto a tree. It had now become quieter, he could hear
thrashing and some howls, but softer somehow. Then a blur of a ghostly white
face and Theon screamed, nearly pissing himself. He flung himself backwards as
claws seemed to slice at his face. Jeyne seemed to twitch and then fling
herself forward awkwardly, hissing, looking like a minion from hell. With a
roar of terror, Theon kicked out hard, knocking her onto her back. Jeyne rolled
over and began to grab the earth using it to pull forward and up. Her legs and
arms went into a crab position and she skittered forward. "OH FUCK NO!"
Screamed Theon as he pushed to his feet and started to run as fast as he ever
has. Whatever the hell Jeyne has become in this fucked up hunt, he wasn't no
part of it.
When werewolves came lunging in front of him next, crazily Theon thought, of
course. Maybe this hunt was just designed like a horror house, truly to scare
him. That somehow was a good thought, it meant no one would truly hurt or kill
him, just like Ros said. He had to admit, Jeyne hadn't truly cut deeply and she
did indeed scare the living hell out of him. Veering away, Theon managed to
evade Ros easily enough but then another, larger paw caught hold of his leg,
yanking hard. With a cry, he went down hard and came up with a large stick.
Pissed that it was such a rough fall, Theon hit the Ben hard on the head.
"Fucker! That really hurt!" The large boy fell with a thump and Theon went to
check on him. A rock knocked him down then another. Ros was snarling and
throwing rocks, really hard and Theon yelped. "You bitch! You lied! No one will
hurt me, huh?" Her only response was another rock, this time aimed at his head.
Theon got to his feet and ran, weaving through the trees. He was sobbing now,
this was real, what if they killed him? Ramsay knew, he creates these, he runs
them, what if he is angry enough to order his death? What if Ramsay wants them
to hurt him badly for his attitude? No, you know why this is happening, you
know. Theon smothered that little voice, saying, we can't give in. We are
Greyjoy, we are not anyone's slave or pet. I survived my father, I can survive
this.
One last moment of peace where Theon could lean against a tree, panting and he
tried to rip the damned ears off. Jeyne had really snarled them in there and he
couldn't remove them. Suddenly an arrow lodged into the tree next to him and
Theon jumped. He heard Joff giggle and Myranda softly sing his name. Taking off
again, Theon endured arrows whizzing by him and one lodging in his arm. Another
grazed his leg then he managed to lose them. It ends when I make it back to the
ceremonial grounds. I need to turn around and head back there. Theon has never
traveled these woods without Tormund or Styr. He was not good at night, he has
lost all sense of direction in his panic. It takes a few minutes for Theon to
finally fix onto a direction and start to head back. He was close enough that
he could smell the bonfire when two figures were in front of him. Skinner had a
knife in his hand and Damon held a whip. Theon tried to stop himself, but he
had been at a dead run, he fell onto his tailbone and the pain froze him. Those
few seconds were all they needed. The whip had Theon crawling and rolling about
in agony, hiding his face, trying to curl into a ball. "Please, stop! Please,
Damon, please!" He screamed after the first few burning lashes but Damon
continued. He did pull back a bit, mainly just toying with him, to watch the
prey squirm. Skinner stopped him after a minute and knelt down beside Theon.
"Aww..poor little caught prey." He cooed as his blade sunk gently under Theon's
fingernail. Damon easily held Theon down while Skinner removed four nails from
the right hand. His hard on bulged and his hips moved slightly as he worked.
Theon screamed and begged to no avail.
Ramsay stood hidden, his face trying to go cold, to not react. He hated,
despised letting any of them hurt or even touch his pet. It should only be him
that gets to make his pet cry, beg or scream. He should have those eyes looking
at him with fear. Yet he doesn't just want fear in those eyes, he wants
devotion, love too. Devotion will come soon, love will come with time. Right
now Ramsay needs to let Theon feel fear and pain from others. Finally, he could
take it no longer and tried to signal for the boys to stop. Yet they were
caught up in their fun and forgot or ignored the preplanned signal. He had no
choice but to step forward and actually kick at Skinner. Theon looked up and
saw the towering red demon. Forgetting it was Ramsay, Theon screamed in sheer
hysteria and fought harder to escape Damon's clutches. In his panic he caught
Damon hard on the nose and managed to squirm free. Before he could run off
again, the other predators seemed to come from the dark itself. Each shadow
produced one of them and there was nowhere to go. Taking off the mask, Ramsay
looked at the panicked, whimpering boy. "Do you want me to protect you, pet?"
Theon nodded and burst into desperate tears, he just couldn't take anymore of
this. "Go to your hands and knees, show you are not just prey. Show these
predators that you are only my prey by crawling to me. Then beg me to be my
pet." With a cry of defeat, Theon went down on all fours, so tired and heavy
now, nearly on his stomach, he went forward. Staring at Ramsay's boots, Theon
begged. "Please, Ramsay, let me be your pet. Please, don't let them hurt me
anymore. I want to be yours." Ramsay used his boot to force Theon's head up.
"Look up at me and beg for it." Theon's eyes were so scared and it was
intoxicating, yet frustrating. Gentle and slow, he will learn to be a loving,
worshiping pet soon. Ramsay gave Theon a smirk and said gently, "Good boy. You
may be my pet." He carried the shaking boy back to the ceremonial area. Once
there, the predators changed their personalities again. Now there was dancing,
hooting and drinking. Ramsay sat on a log and had Theon kneel at his feet. Each
person came by to congratulate Theon for becoming part of their family. None of
them found it strange that Theon was kneeling at Ramsay's feet like a dog. 
***** The Pretend Game *****
Roose was on the left, Jon, Robb were each next to him, a pale hand on their
shoulders. Petyr stood with Sansa, holding her hand. Cat stared at them coldly
from the doorway and her children looked away. Even Jon did not dare to meet
her eyes, even in his newly growing defiance of her. Cat had noticed the past
few months that whatever silent truce that they had was over. He never directly
insulted or disrespected her, it was in thoughtless, careless actions. When
punished or lectured by her, Jon simply stared at her with eyes that were full
of resentment and anger. Then again, he looked at his father the same way, but
now he would not meet her eyes. Robb was always looking directly at a person,
but not today. Sansa gave false eyes but she gave them to a person's face, not
their feet. And Cat knew, that simply. Not which one or if it were all of them,
but they killed her husband not Jeyne Poole.
With silent great pleasure Petyr softly confided later that day that it could
have been any of them. Though he was reasonably sure it was not Robb. He was
the only one that said Ned never tried to molest him after all. Cat's outraged
gasp nearly strangled her, then she flew to the other side of the room. Her
fist connected into Jon's chin before Roose could stop her. "YOU LYING LITTLE
BASTARD! HE NEVER TOUCHED YOU, HE WAS NEVER THAT WAY! NED NEVER TOUCHED YOU,
NOT ONCE! YOU PARASITE, SICK ROTTING BOY, I HATE YOU! DID YOU DO THIS TO MY
HUSBAND, DID YOU DESTROY MY HOME PERMANENTLY THIS TIME?" Roose had been holding
Cat back and Petyr was trying to get her to calm down. "Don't speak like that,
Cat. He is traumatized, all your children are. Pull yourself together. For your
family's sake." Cat gave a sharp bark of laughter but seemed to be calm enough
for Roose to release her. Petyr helped Jon to his feet and gently pushed him
closer to Robb and Sansa. "My children. My family." Cat spat as she took a
drink from Roose and slowly walked over to the children. All three shrank back
then straightened up and stood together, staring blankly at their mother.
"You had to invite that girl over. You had to come home early. What about you,
Robb? Clearly Petyr and Roose already know the real story, otherwise they
wouldn't be blackmailing me." Neither Petyr nor Roose did more than try to
softly deny it. Waving them to silence, Cat continued to stare at the three
sets of blank yet guilty eyes. "I was..I was with Sansa when Jon came home.
Jeyne was with father and Jon found them there, he heard her screaming." Robb
blurted out, unable to lie directly to his mother. Not under this guilt he was
feeling, that Roose saw and was allowing to bloom. "If..If I wasn't with Sansa,
I might have heard Jon come home. I am sorry, mother. I shouldn't have done
what I did." This caused Sansa to start laughing bitterly and Cat took a step
towards her. "You think this is funny you little whore?" Cat hissed and the
girl broke through her stone enough to admit, "Yes. It is hysterically funny.
Aren't you glad that Robb is sorry he fucked me? It wasn't very proper, was
it?" Sansa giggled again and Cat lifted a hand to slap her. Before Roose or
Petyr could get there, someone else did. Cat was holding her nose, blood
gushing through her fingers. Jon stood in front of Sansa and was rubbing his
knuckles.
"I am glad I killed him, mother. I only wish I could kill you too." He said, no
longer caring what happened to him. It had felt so wonderful to punch her and
Jon knew something was wrong with all this. Every bit of it was wrong and how
can Cat deny what Jon knows happened to him? Sansa stepped forward, looking
down at her mother and said loudly, "I loved the feeling of slitting father's
throat. It was the only way I could stop what he was doing to me." Robb came
forward and said, "I'm sorry for killing him, mother. I had to stop him, he
would have ruined our family name." Roose said loudly, "Cat, I can assure you
that Jeyne Poole will remember every detail of how she murdered your husband. I
can also assure you that she will never leave my school, ever." Petyr saw to
Cat's nose and then helped her write out the checks in the privacy of Ned's
office. "Cat, we need to discuss one more thing. What of the three children
downstairs? It isn't a healthy environment for them here. You need space to
grieve and comfort your other children. Also, Cat you must face what your
husband was. He has made them very ill, unstable at best. They need care and
you need to be away from them. Roose has room at the school, they would be
given excellent care."
Head held high, Cat stared stonily at Petyr. "No. Regardless of what they have
done, they are my children. My family belongs here with me. They can each take
sessions with Roose, this will show any busybodies that I am taking their
trauma with care. I appreciate everything you are doing for us, but my children
do not leave their home." Petyr nodded and kissed Cat's hand in a show of
support. "Just be careful, Cat. They are all angry and hurt, feeling very
vulnerable. As are you. Call me at any hour if you need me, Roose too." The
children and Cat never spoke of it again, not once. All three stood together
during services, they took meals together, rarely speaking to anyone. Not even
to each other, it was not friendship or bonding siblings. It was three wolves
fighting for their lives against all other enemies. Sansa had begged Petyr to
take her away, let her live with him. Jon had pleaded with Roose to go to his
school, rather than stay in the haunted home. Robb had begun thinking of way to
commit suicide. All three were left at their mother's mercy. Though Petyr and
Roose were careful to let the children see how much they wished to rescue the
children. How agonized they were to leave them in Cat's care, even pretending
to discuss legal ways to force Cat's hand. So until they could find a way to
escape, the three stuck together.
***** A Fading Song *****
Chapter Summary
     Petyr receives bad news in the present. Robb hears bad news in the
     past.
Stannis hung up the phone and looked at Petyr. "Sansa was transferred and an
eating tube had been installed. However, she has gone on too long, has become
too weak. They do not think she will survive much longer. I am sorry." Petyr's
face hardened and he sneered, "You aren't sorry, don't bother trying to
pretend, you are awful at it. How you ever managed to keep getting elected is
beyond me. Davos is really your charming face isn't he? Maybe you should let
him do your apologies for you."
Giving a bitter smile Stannis sat down behind his desk. "You are right, I am
not sorry and usually I do let Davos deal with that stuff. Since he is busy
soothing the press about why a murderess was just taken off death row, you get
me. I am sorry for what happened to her as a young girl. It was horrible and
wrong, but it doesn't change what she herself has done. She is a killer and a
very dangerous, repulsive one at that. A pregnant woman was stabbed repeatedly
by her in the stomach. Sansa tried to carve that baby out of her. How is that
lesser than her being raped by her brother and father?" Petyr shook his head
and looked out the window. "It isn't. It is just as terrible, I agree. Sansa
never wanted to become that way, it wasn't by her choice. She was driven to it,
by her family, by Roose. And I should've stopped it. I could have and I didn't.
I have to live with that and the guilt of it eats at me every day. Let me at
least see her, speak with her once. I will give you the location of all Roose's
tapes and notes that I know of, just let me have even ten minutes with my
little bird."
Robb stood half hidden by a large tree, watching as Jeyne's parents quickly
moved away. The house stood empty and dark so soon, as if Sansa and Jeyne never
played on that large front lawn. As if they didn't make lemonade stands to
raise enough money for some movie tickets. As if they never ran around dressed
as princesses while Robb rescued them from Jon who always played the evil
wizard. He was terrible at it, but his pouty face and black clothing sort of
decreed the role be played by him. What happened to those kids? Guilt clawed
through him again and Robb walked away, kicking through the dead leaves. Today
was Jon's day to see Dr. Bolton and Sansa was visiting with Petyr again. Being
with his siblings was terrible with his guilt and their silent condemnation,
worse was to be alone with his thoughts. Sansa has Petyr to talk with and be
safe with, Jon has the doctor, Robb has no one. He did not like Petyr and he
was afraid of that cold doctor. Robb was always polite to him and did try to
comply during his sessions. It made him uneasy to take any pills or shots.
Worse was having to have everything he said, every thought exposed and Robb was
resistant.
Whatever benefits Sansa and Jon might be getting from treatment, it wasn't
working for Robb. His guilt and suicidal tendencies were growing deeper. Roose
made him go over and over every thing he had done, everything he watched his
father do. Why he never told on his father, why he wanted so badly to join him
in it. "The likelihood of you becoming like your father is great. If you have
children, you may fall to the same temptation." The doctor had told Robb this
just yesterday at the last session. Now it wouldn't leave Robb's mind. What if
he sought out a woman like his mother for that sole purpose? Was he going to be
the same? He entered the house quietly, remembering the baby was sleeping. Arya
and Brann were watching a cartoon and he headed upstairs hoping to avoid his
mother. As Robb passed by his sister's room, he saw his mother in it. Warily,
Robb stepped in the doorway then gasped. Cat was standing frozen, holding
something at length from her. It was a pregnancy test and judging by his
mother's pursed lips, it was positive. Robb wondered if it was his or his
father's. What have we done? He didn't even know that he said it out loud.
Petyr held the crying girl and inwardly seethed. "Hush now, love. Crying won't
stop this problem, we must use our heads now. We must decide what is best for
you." Smiling, he lifted the girl's face up and assured her, "I won't let them
do anything you don't want to do. We shall work together and solve this, trust
me, Sansa."
***** Rituals of Young Killers *****
Chapter Summary
     With the mercy of Damon and his resources, Theon is able to enjoy the
     rest of the ritual night.
Someone's phone was attached to a speaker and Sympathy for the Devil played.
Around the bonfire, these costumed hunters danced. Jeyne's hair flew into Ros's
and they laughed, high and shrieking. Mryanda was spinning around Skinner while
Ben swayed, arms extended. Damon had been walking past each of them, putting
something on their tongues. He already has something sweet melting on his own
and a huge goofy smile shined on them all. Theon knelt and stared at the
lunatics dancing around the fire.
He flinched closer to Ramsay when Damon approached. "Please, Ram, don't let him
hurt me. No more hunting, please, I am your pet, I promise." Theon's face was
red with shame at his pleading but he couldn't take anymore. His mind felt like
it was tilting, he was terrified of another hunt. Pleased with how Theon was
clutching at his leg and begging, Ramsay soothed him. "I won't allow them to
hurt you, scared little pet. Damon just wants to share something with us. It
won't hurt at all, you'll like how it feels, I swear it."
Damon knelt down in front of Theon and gave a lovely, relaxed smile. Theon has
never seen Damon act like this before, or look happy, not ever. "Hey there,
pal. Don't look at me like that, I ain't gonna eat ya. Little dude, hunt is
over, you are family now. One of us and in this circle, all is good, no one
will hurt you. We just want you to come join us, celebrate becoming part of our
family. Here, put out your tongue, this will help you understand us, have some
fun." Theon hesitated, but then Ramsay ordered, "Do it, pet." The paper was
sweet and poison tasting all at once as it melted. Damon gave some to Ramsay
and then said, "You two come dance when it kicks in." He floated back to the
others as Motely Crue began to play Helter Skelter.
"Do they all scare you so badly, too much to go dance with them?" Ramsay
whispered in Theon's ear. He shivered and nodded. "I am sorry, Ram. I don't
meant to be-" Words were strangled when Ramsay put his hand on Theon's mouth.
"Hush now. I just wanted a yes or no. No need to be sorry, pet. I want you to
be a scared thing, unless I tell you to be a scary, killer thing. My dogs only
attack on my command or when they feel I am in danger. That is what you will do
too. We can talk about all that later though. Tonight, I want you to be part of
everything. Part of the ritual and that includes dancing. We all are a family,
Theon, pet or predator, it doesn't matter. You are part of the pack here and no
one wants to hurt you. They want to include you. Watch them dance, look at
them. They are your family, your pack, tonight we are all part of each other."
Theon noticed that Ramsay's voice was somehow thicker as if melting taffy. As
if he could reach out and grab those words, pulling on them. He watched the
group dancing and they seemed to become ethereal, lovely and deadly around the
fire. Ramsay began to rub his chest and the hand on his mouth went to play with
his neck. Gently nipping at Theon's ear, he spoke again. "You have stopped
shaking, good boy. Are you feeling better? They are part of our family, let's
dance with them now." Nodding, Theon allowed Ramsay to lift him to his feet and
guide him to join the wildly dancing creatures.
Somehow Theon found himself dancing and grinning along with them. When Ros and
Ben started to howl, everyone joined in, including Theon. Ramsay spun him
around and gave him a biting kiss that left blood on Theon's chin. Uncaring, he
continued to feel the music within him and found himself moshing with Skinner.
Around the fire they went, until Ramsay caught his wild rabbit again. Then he
was grinding against Ramsay, who has wrapped the red cloak around them both. As
he was put on the ground, he saw everyone seemed to be switching to sex.
He found himself momentarily distracted by Jeyne. Theon has noticed that until
tonight Jeyne has always been passive but closed off. When one or more of the
boys trap her and begin to feel her up or make her pleasure them, she never
fights. Jeyne will make tiny sounds of distress and has to be moved like a
doll. Tonight the girl was savage and in control. When Ben approached her,
Jeyne attacked him, snarling, driving him towards the fire, until she was
pulled back. Glaring at him, Jeyne shook off Ros and approached Damon. Skinner
scoffed as she passed by him and Joff without a glance. Damon grinned and said,
"Hey there, Jeyne, you want to play with me?" Before long she had the large man
on his back and her gloves cut deep grooves in his flesh as he filled her. Ros
consoled Ben and rode him against a tree, both of them howling still. Myranda,
Skinner and Joff looked like some fucked up demonic shadow to Theon as they
joined together frantically.
"Pay attention only to me, pet. Do not ever make me feel jealous. Even here in
our circle, do not forget you are mine." Ramsay's soft whisper made Theon gasp
and the sharp teeth sinking into his neck made him whimper. "I won't forget,
Ram. Please, be gentle with me. I have never-" Ramsay's mouth covered his then
and his body writhed. Every touch was rippling pleasure and Theon was nearly
begging for it. When Ramsay became rough, Theon clung him him and whimpered. He
was reeling in feeling and unable to think enough to decide if he wanted this
or not. It no longer mattered that others were there that they could see. That
he was a pet, owned like a slave, it didn't matter not while it felt like this.
Ramsay and Theon used their tongues, their mouths and hands. Ramsay would let
them both reach a fever pitch, then stop. While his pet whined and tried to
keep going, he would hold his body still. "Not yet, shh...don't move yet. I
want you to come when I fuck you."
In spite of the fear and pain that crept through the haze of drugs, Theon did
not fight it. He begged Ramsay not to be too rough and then he just made
sounds. He screamed but he did not know if it was because of the pain or the
pleasure. Ramsay used his hand to stroke Theon's cock hard as he pumped into
him, licking and biting the whole time. As the others were peaking, all making
different sounds ripped through the air, animal pleasure rising and Theon was
swept away with it. Ramsay and Theon came hard, violently, like the other
creatures.
***** Huge Jagged Giant Shards Of A Shattered Boy-Man-Beast *****
Chapter Summary
     "It's a bad one this time, our big boy is on a sobbing kick again. I
     sent down to the cafeteria for all his favorite things. Cross your
     fingers, I think this will be a rough one. Poor guy, ever since those
     bloodsuckers came sniffing, he has been getting worse. He was doing
     so well, trying so hard. I know what he did but damn it, you can't
     help but feel sorry for him. It's like being mad at a two year old
     for a bad tantrum while his little hands are holding a loaded gun."
Damon was having one of his bad days. He cried and cried and they even gave him
his favorite jello. And his favorite pudding. The nicest one, he even tried to
rub Damon's back but it made him cry worse. When he had to rock, had to hit his
head to spill out those rotted ghosts, they gave up. The doctor came to see and
Damon tried to tell him, to explain how it was but all that came out was a
scream. "I didn't mean it! I didn't understand, please, I just want to take it
back! Please, help me take it all back!" "It is alright, Damon. I am going to
give you a shot, stay calm. We can talk all about it later when you are calm.
Breathe, son." Three orderlies held down the thrashing pleading giant, sobbing
so hard he was turning blue. The injection worked fast but wouldn't last very
long. Damon was wrapped and restrained. An I.V. was attached to administer more
sedation if a button was pushed. The kind orderly sat in a chair and waited to
see if he needed to push that button.  
Jeyne. Fucking Jeyne Pool. A freaky fucking ghost girl who would rip your
throat out if you touched her hair. That hair could hide her away, could scare
the shit out of you in the dark. Those eyes were blank, she was a broken
mannequin come to life. Sometimes Jeyne terrified him, even managed to hurt him
a few times. Many times Damon bullied her, chased her, beat her and raped her.
He practiced his whip on her and held her down for Skinner to flay. Every hunt
was a tradition, it was family and drugs and love and hunt and fuck. Every hunt
he wanted Jeyne and she wanted him. It was sick and pain and poison and horror
and he still gets hard thinking about it. He can feel her, oh it is so
terrible, she feels like death, like bones, it was like fucking death and her
dead eyes showed such hate, such strength and it scared him and Damon arches,
coming inside his pajamas, asleep. Whimpering, the pleasure changes to angst,
to a haunting flashing movie playing gleefully in his head.
The fucked up thing is it is his own voice, his own voice, but with Ramsay's
manic joyful taunting. Hey there buddy! Hey there, how are we feeling you piece
of shit? You know what, this seems like a great time to take a look at some
things! How about this one, oh look, too bad we don't have popcorn, huh? Damon
moaned and clenched his teeth. OH SHUT UP JUST STOP DON'T JUST SHUT THE FUCK
UP! Why, why Damon when we can just look, here I will keep quiet, just watch!
Damon groaned as images flashed by. Hunts, the woods, Jeyne screaming, she
looks like one of those Japanese ghosts, oh gods! Why is her jaw like that, HER
MOUTH OH GODS, HER JAW ITS HANGING OFF OH DEAR GODS WHAT HAVE I DONE? The
screaming is endless, it is anger, rage and such agony and Damon just wants IT
TO STOP, JUST STOP SCREAMING JEYNE, MY GODS, JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Damon wasn't aware of the soothing voice or the button being pressed. He did
not know that he was howling in a way that reminded the orderly of a werewolf
movie. The large shaggy sobbing wreck sounded like the werewolf when he was
wounded and dying.
Think of something else, anything else, what about a good time, a time that
felt good? Theon's hunt, that little scrap of tough prey. He was a killer, he
was a predator but Ramsay was stronger than him. Turned him into a little pet,
called him Reek. That hunt was the best, it was so exciting, to let out a
little more steam. They didn't really go too far but it was fun to go a little
further. Not like the ones afterwards. Don't think of that, it is a bad thing.
But Damon, buddy, pal, you fucking moron, how was that okay? You whipped the
poor kid and held him for Skinner. Then again, you did that too many too count.
Hey, do you feel guilty about those large hands crushing that skinny throat?
That black hair wrapped around you. Jeyne had hair that wrapped around you so
tight and you loved it, didn't you? You had an orgasm when that throat crushed,
remember that Damon? Huh? NO NO NO NO NO THINK OF SOMETHING ELSE!
So Damon went backwards he tried to find a good day, a very good day. It was
full of laughter and yeah, watching Ramsay train Theon was hysterical. That
first day was everyone laughing at the poor kid trying to understand his rules.
Watching him wrestle his own pride to follow every rule, every order. Ramsay
didn't really hurt him much, it was mainly abusive to the boy's mind. He was so
humiliated, so startled by learning with a harsh, fast uncompromising method.
It was fear that kept the boy trying, but Ramsay was being so damned patient
with this one. Damon was friends with Ramsay then, real friends. They could
talk, they could relate and liked the same things. Having a friend was good, it
was family and it was a form of safety. Damon held onto that with both arms and
his soul. There wasn't anything he wouldn't do for Ramsay and if Ramsay loved
this pet, Damon would support him. He was the only one that Ramsay confided in.
Ramsay spoke of Theon and what he wanted from him all the time, he complained
when Theon was taking too long to learn things. Damon was the only one to
handle the pet if Ramsay had to leave him.
Because Ramsay TRUSTED you, Damon! Hey, did you think I left or something, ha
ha! Oh, don't you fucking get it yet, YOU DO NOT GET A HAPPY ENDING! I will
NEVER leave you, I am here forever, so get fucking comfy, asshole! Let's talk
about how you watched a boy become a creature! How Ramsay turned you into his
fucking puppet, how Roose had his hand up your ass to make you talk and twitch
the way he wanted! NO NO NO NO NO NONO I AM LOYAL AND I WOULD NEVER TELL AND I
WON'T THINK OF THIS YOU CAN'T MAKE ME I HATE I HATE I HATE MYSELF I HATE YOU
AND I HATE HATE HATE HATE oh what that black hair felt like, she was a
nightmare that he couldn't stop having,he wanted to find a way to make that
sick twisted thin death ghost into his pet, his own horrible creature and that
is when he was told to kill her, oh, how mad how sad and you can't tell the
father no, you can't tell the son no and so the ghost must be hunted and must
die. The guilt tore through him like a blade and Damon fell into a deep dark
well. He thought of heavy secrets to bear, disloyalty, bitter longing and black
hair. Then he thought of nothing for a little while.
***** I Name You Mine, Now Bleed For Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Theon painfully and with shame learns new rules. Petyr and Roose find
     interest in an odd couple...more odd in their minds than Ramsay and a
     new human pet.
Theon woke up sweaty and stuck against Ramsay, skin to skin. Fuck. Then as he
tried to get up fast, Ramsay grabbed his arm. It all came back with an
explosion in his fuzzy head and he moaned. "You remember last night, don' you?
I can see that you do. You promised me something, what was it again? Tell me,
Theon." Clearing his throat and trying to speak with a large tongue made of
cotton, Theon muttered, "I promised to be your pet." Ramsay sat up fast and
Theon couldn't help it when he flinched back. "Easy, pet. I am not going to
hurt you yet. Only when you need it, if you do something wrong. Or if we are
playing a game that I want to try out. Right now we are only talking and you
have not done anything bad. But I don't like you flinching away from me, you
want to work on that. I am going to be patient, you are new pet. You have no
training yet, but I want you to try very hard for me. Try hard to please me, to
learn what I want." Theon stared at Ramsay and he saw the insanity now, he saw
himself being pulled down into it.
Too weak, shaky and nerve wracked to do anything but obey, Theon complied with
everything Ramsay said. He showered and dressed as he was told to. Numbly,
Theon used the soap and shampoo Ramsay told him to, he wore the clothes set out
for him. When Theon went to brush his hair, Ramsay issued a very sharp no.
Theon jumped and dropped the brush as if it were on fire. "I"m sorry!" This
reaction seemed to please the now so dangerous boy and why does that turn Theon
on? Or is it the fear that turns him on? Either way it's wrong and Theon buries
it down. "I didn't give you permission to brush your hair, did I?" Shaking his
head, Theon nearly whispered, "No, you didn't. I..I won't do it again, Ram."
Tilting his head, Ramsay gave a tiny smirk. "You know I love hearing that
nickname from your mouth. The other day you told me only your friends get
nicknames. And you would never use it again. You denied my friendship and that
really hurt me, Theon. So I think it's time for you to have a nickname instead.
Actually a pet name, permanently. It is a good way for you to always remember
what you are, pet."
Theon began to sweat, his pulse raced and his eyes dilated. It was
overwhelming, this whole thing. Ramsay was not just taking control, he wanted
to even have his name. To erase him, to take away all that made Theon Greyjoy.
Miserable or not, he at least always knew who he was, even if he hated who he
was. Ramsay sniffed at the air and then gave a wolfish grin. "Prey has its
scent..intoxicating stink for the predators. You reek and I love that about
you, pet. That can be your new pet name. Reek." The arrogance and indignation,
that dangerous pride flooded his face as Ramsay knew it would. He was ready for
it. "No fucking way. You won, alright? You don't need to be a dick about it."
The punch came so fast, Theon was already down before he felt the pain radiate
in his face. Before Theon could wonder if his face was broken, there was worse.
Ramsay was on him, flipping Theon over and there was a blade in his fist. "I
don't like your attitude. I told you if you were bad I would hurt you. Just
told you that, how did you already forget?"
"I am sorry. I am really sorry, don't cut me. You don't need to cut me." Ramsay
caressed Theon's face with the blade until his pet whimpered. In a whisper,
Ramsay spoke as his blade began to slide inside those trembling, swollen lips.
"You will not tell me no. You will not call me names. You will not be
disrespectful to your Master. And you will call me Master while you learn your
place." Theon whined in terror as the blade was now inside his mouth, he had no
choice but to open his mouth. "If you continue to speak to me that way, I am
going to split your tongue a bit. Each time I will add to it's length. Now,
what do you have to say to me?" When the blade left his mouth, Theon instantly
responded. "Sorry, Master. I won't say no, I won't be disrespectful or call you
bad names, ever." Gently patting the bruised side of his pet's face, Ramsay
asked, "What is your name?" With a sob of humiliation and suppressed fury, he
forced it out, that hateful word. "Reek." Ramsay smiled and said, "I know how
upset you are but you will learn to love this. Now, do you think you can behave
for me while we go downstairs and have breakfast?"
Nodding, Theon followed Ramsay down into the cafeteria. Locke hollered at them
from the kitchen, looking sweaty and pissed. "YOU TWO! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE!
WHAT DOES THAT VACATION ROSTER SAY? THEON GREYJOY AND RAMSAY BOLTON FOR MORNING
FOOD DUTIES! SO NOW YOU CAN GO EAT COLD EGGS THEN EXPECT TO WORK LUNCH AND
DINNER!" Theon hid behind Ramsay and Joff peeked over the angry teacher's
shoulder to poke some fun. "Aww...nice doggie hiding behind his owner. Poor
scared little fucker, you really should be called Rabbit or Bunny." Locke
elbowed Joff hard in the stomach and said, "Get back to cleaning those dishes
or you'll miss all the fun today. I will see to it." Ramsay grabbed the last
two dishes with eggs and fruit on them and told his pet to follow.
Theon wasn't even sure what happened at first. One minute he was settling into
a chair then he was on the floor. There was his very angry Master, staring down
at him. "Did I give you permission to sit, Reek?" Flooding with shame that
everyone heard his new name, he looked away. "No, Master." He muttered. "I
couldn't hear you, speak louder, Reek." Theon swallowed then said it again,
louder and clearer. "Should you do anything without my permission, Reek?" "No
Master." Theon actually had many questions about that, but he felt too scared,
too ashamed to bring it up now. Ramsay reached down and pulled his pet up to
standing, even gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. "Until classes start
again, you will go under the table like a real pet would. A reminder while
training, you are kind of dumb, sweet but dumb. And stubborn. So get under the
table like a good boy, Reek. Now."
And Theon couldn't do it. He stared at Ramsay then tearfully said, "Please,
don't make me. Just at least give me time to get used to this stuff." Tilting
his head, Ramsay gave his pet a pitying, amused look that somehow made it
worse. "Stuff? This isn't stuff, it is going to be your life. Our lives
together and how I will make you the most obedient, loving and loyal pet there
ever was. It will be grand and I bet my father will put us in at least one full
book. You need to get under that table, pet. I am being very patient with you
but you understand what I want. Under the table right where I sit, Reek. I
won't tell you again, I will punish you instead." Theon shuddered at the
warning and crawled with misery under the table. The laughter above stung but
he tried to ignore everything but Ramsay. "Good boy, Reek. I know that was
really hard for you." A soft understanding voice and a large hand tousling his
hair somehow took the worst of the sting out of it all. After a moment, Theon
leaned against Ramsay's leg and earned another small patting session on his
head. To his own disgust, he found himself yearning for this petting. When
Ramsay put a small dish of diced fruit down for him, Theon thanked him. He ate
the meager breakfast and then gratefully sipped at the water Ramsay tipped into
his mouth.
Roose stood in the shadows and watched with an eagle eye. A silky whisper into
his ear from Petyr, "Which ones are you watching? Then I'll tell you which ones
I am watching." With a fleeting glance at the man who is much too talkative
sometimes, Roose nodded towards his son. "Look at how Ramsay already has him
cowed. Not just that, but look how the boy is already succumbing to affection.
He wants this as much as my son, he is just trying to fight it. I think we are
seeing a perfectly wonderful beginning of Stockholm Syndrome. Highly
suggestible in that condition." Mused Roose as Petyr rolled his eyes. "Yes,
yes, that is true. But it isn't exactly an original sort of thing, is it?
Practically common nowadays. A woman burns her husband in her bed, a rich
little girl gets locked in a closet and becomes a robber or a killer." Yawning,
Petyr goes back to watching two others. "I managed to get a look last night at
the end of the ritual. Same as always, they drug, they dance, they have sex.
Every time, Jeyne goes on her own to Damon. Now look at this Roose. Our blank
little doll is sitting right next to our hulk. They don't talk, they don't
touch but each day they have moved closer. In class, while eating, even just
walking around the grounds. That is what I am watching." Roose narrowed his
eyes, watching the odd pair.
***** Those Poor Boys, That Poor Girl *****
Chapter Summary
     The world rushed past the windows of the black limousine. Stannis and
     Davos sat opposite of Petyr, who stared at the world beyond glass,
     beyond his reach. "It is a long drive, tell me something else."
     Snorting, Davos commented, "Yeah, because I don't have enough
     nightmares from your weasel's tales." With a smirk, Petyr said, "As
     tough as you act, Davos, you are too empathetic and blindly loyal.
     That is why you never rose any higher, why you will always be at
     Stannis's beck and call. Ever since you were a teen, isn't that what
     your speech is to those kids at that military school you both fund?
     Roose and I were at least equal partners." Davos leaned over
     menacingly and opened his mouth to retort when Stannis gruffly said,
     "You are both pretty, girls. Now talk, weasel or you won't be seeing
     that poor girl you helped ruin."
Petyr winced at that and then agreed morosely. "You are correct. I helped ruin
Sansa, I admit that. I am wracked with guilt over it, it gnaws at me. It is my
greatest regret and I can never make up for it. Poor girl needed a hero and I
could only pretend to be one. The fights I had with Roose and I spent every
moment trying to persuade Cat, but the dried up cunt wasn't budging. She needed
control over something, anything at that point. We had control over most of her
husband's ventures by then. Cat was receiving half the profit she should have.
Roose and I did try to be fair, in spite of our greed. We calculated exactly
how much she would need to feed, shelter and clothe all those kids. I made sure
there was even extra when their bills were all paid. Roose didn't charge her
for any of the therapies and medications he used. We even paid our local house-
calling fraud of a doctor to continue visiting their family when needed. Like
for a pregnancy examination. In Cat's case, she was hoping he would perform an
abortion. The doctor told us that Sansa was actually five months pregnant. She
had hid it quite well, acting normally and wearing large clothing. It wasn't
abnormal for a raped girl to deliberately cover her body more than usual. None
of us suspected it was to hide a stomach.
Cat had just snarled that she already raised one of Ned's bastards and she
won't raise another. I offered to take Sansa and the child, Cat refused. Roose
suggested he take her to the school and was also denied. "I want you to arrange
a private adoption that will happen directly after the birthing. Sansa can go
stay with my sister until she has this thing out of her. I will come up with a
reason for the school and she can go back after she comes home. Or maybe I can
have her home-schooled when she returns." And with the stiffness of a queen,
Cat dismissed all of us. I drove Sansa to her insane aunt's house and it nearly
destroyed me. I had such urges and fantasies of turning off the highway.
Driving far away with this sad little girl that was turning into stone in front
of me. I wanted to save her so badly, I wanted to give Sansa the love and care
she deserved.
But things were unraveling for us and I needed to keep it all together. I saw
how Jon looked, he was ready to crack, maybe not the way that Roose wants him
to. Roose already had told me how close to suicide Robb was. He also expressed
concerns about Jon. I had to stay and help when bad things hit, I knew they
were coming. So I fave Sansa what comfort I could as I took her to a crazy
unstable, unsympathetic woman. Who would make this little girl's life another
kind of hell for the next few months. I promised to call and visit as much as I
could. I gave her a private cell phone to call me if she needed me. To text me
as much as she wished to. When I hugged her goodbye, Sansa cried into my neck,
it broke my heart. Then I so gently pushed her away.
It was only two weeks later that Jon finally cracked. When it happened it was
very explosive and dramatic. Thank all the deities everywhere that I was there.
Otherwise it would have been very messy for us. Roose and I had figured that
any day would Robb would kill himself. Roose had assured me that if Jon did
recover his memories, the chances were high he would commit suicide himself. In
fact, the man was half hoping for a double suicide and half hoping to still
play with Jon. He was rather fond of his long black hair and pale skin. Those
sad eyes just lured the doctor in. With Sansa gone and Robb so resistant to
therapy, Roose only had Jon to work with. Sansa had been helping Jon spy on
their mother without knowing it. Both had been also fed a severe amount of
bitterness and anger at the woman. It needed very little urging for that part,
I will tell you. Cat had no one really to blame but herself that her children
betrayed her so easily.
Roose mainly lectured Robb on what life will be like as a sex offender, on the
desires he will feel. One day a bee was in the office and Roose moved fast,
Robb thought the bee had stung him. Roose took advantage of the fast acting but
not long lasting drug he injected and gave Robb suggestions of young girls in
their neighborhood. Using his amazing recall, Roose described the park near
Robb and the young girls that always play there. Then the man did something I
consider unforgivable. I am still angry over it. He made the boy recall how
exciting it was with Sansa. Each time he did this, Roose would caress the boy
nearly to orgasm then make him remember his mother's stern face. His father's
throat slit and what a monster he saw when he looked in the mirror.
I made it a nightly habit to listen or watch any sessions that Roose had with
the three Stark kids. All Roose's other clients were private, but once we had a
deal we had transparency. I made sure Roose knew every word and movement with
Sansa or the boys or Cat. That night's taping was almost enough to bring a tear
to my eye, if it were not Robb Stark. He raped Sansa, would he have raped
others or been like his father? Who knows? Roose was making sure he would
though, if Robb didn't kill himself, he might go after my Sansa again. I
couldn't allow that and I informed Roose of that. I could not save Sansa from
Ned, Cat or her aunt, but I could at least save her from her brother! We began
a rather heated argument right there in his rented office.
I had left school early and went to figure I would hear the usual tapes, I was
planning to invite Roose for a drink. Instead here we are glaring at each
other, snarling like beasts over our individual prey. "I won't let that boy
touch her again! She has been through enough, Roose! We can't wait to see if
Robb will commit suicide, put another needle in him. Instruct him to kill
himself. Make sure it is a very final method, nothing he can screw up. Or I
swear, you will never see Sansa in this office again. You will only have one
puppet left. I mean what I say."
"How dare you try and threaten me! You have no right to keep that girl from me!
You are becoming paranoid, Petyr. Robb will commit suicide before Sansa
returns. And if you ever dare threaten to keep her from me again, maybe I will
stop my efforts to get her into our school. Perhaps I will speak to Cat about
how unhealthy it is for Sansa to see you so much." To even dare say he would do
such a thing, that is how upset we were!  What we never thought of was how
upset Jon and Robb were.  Roose had implanted suggestions for them each to stay
close yet distant. To not have any urge to speak things through, they only felt
compelled to speak with Roose and myself. Maybe Roose had forgotten that they
were siblings before victims or puppets.
The boys had found a way to speak. Jon was already starting to know something
was wrong with his memories. The incredible stress he was under weakened his
mind even to Roose. All it took was one good shock and then it would flood
open. Finding Robb trying to shoot his father's pistol into his head, Jon had
screamed for Cat as he lunged for the pistol. He knocked the gun just in time,
the bullet only grazed Robb's head. It was the sound of the shot I think that
did it. Cat ran in and clung to her bleeding crying son while Jon's mind ripped
itself apart.
That boy just opened his mouth and it spilled out as he was discovering it. I
believe later I was told that he screamed out most of it while ripping his hair
out. Jon knew it was Roose that put those thoughts there, that had truly been
molesting him. He also recalled that it was a compulsion to go home that
fateful night. That he had been speaking on the cell phone to Roose just before
he went home. Jon remembers that a voice in his head had told him to kill his
father. You know who else we didn't count on? We didn't count on how vengeful
Cat was. What lengths she would go when fucked with. Who would think that a
mother would send her small, victimized boys off to the predators lair with
orders to kill Roose?
With a twisting smirk, Petyr looked at the horrified men across from him, as
they approached the hospital road. "Cat tried to slit her throat because of her
guilt. She sent those boys off to die and Cat must have prayed nightly that
Sansa would just die in childbirth or by her crazy sister. Robb's body she
could at least mourn over and bury away. She could soften her memories and love
him again that way. If only Cat hadn't needed to be punished, if only she had
just let us have the kids in the first place. Stupid, prideful woman.
She started to drink heavily by then and would call me, begging me for Jon's
body. "I know you killed him, or Roose did. I don't care, that is fine, just
give the fucking body. They all stare at me, they think I murdered him! Please,
Petyr, I..I will do whatever you'd like..I remember what you like. Just give me
his body, or make Roose give him back. If..if he is still alive..then make him
come home...or give me a corpse. Please!" I would always hang up after telling
her that we didn't know where Jon was. Had no idea.
Davos glared at the vile man and sneered, "But you knew where he was all along,
didn't you?" "I will tell you more after I visit my poor little Sansa." Stannis
told Davos to send the recording of the story to Dany, Tyrion and Podrick. Then
with a cringe of disgust, he led Petyr inside the dreary hospital.
***** A Princess and The Goblin King *****
Chapter Summary
     Jeyne has the only type of romantic relationship someone like her can
     have in a school like this.
The Princess looked lovely today as her ladies have assured her. Spinning
around, hair braided with flowers, exotic materials flowed about her. Maybe
today there will be a new guest at her castle, he has been coming by more often
than ever. Her girls tittered about it and the court was abuzz with gossip over
it. Such a large knight, in such fearsome attire, yet, something about him. It
did not matter that this was no courtly nice lord, it was many a time that he
has hurt her. Many a time has the Princess cowered before him and his friends.
And on occasion her Warrior side has caused him pain as well.
When they had sex during the seasonal hunts, it was wild and wonderful. Jeyne
chose Damon to fuck after every hunt ever since she burnt him. She loved to
claw at the marks she left upon him and would think, mine. I did that, he is
mine at least this one night. Then the next day things would be normal, she
would ignore him, he would taunt her with his friends when they were bored.
That was a lie Jeyne would tell herself, because the next day after a hunt was
vacation. During vacation times, the students tended to bond better. Rarely,
has she ever been attacked or bullied during their time off. They all tended to
share the same needs and got along well. Staff was also relaxed and there was
no testing or therapy, so the kids were all less tense.
With so many chances to blow off steam, enjoy rare privileges and just fully
relax was enough to calm their beasts. Maybe there was no one real day to pin
point when it became more than just casual vacation friendship. After all, it
mainly meant that Jeyne remained near Damon. That instead of the stiff doll,
she became pliable and enjoyed him playing with her. They would attend the same
field trips into town, do the same classes and seminars Roose would set up.
Sitting side by side to watch a movie in the tv room, hunting or hiking in the
woods. Any words said were by Damon, he spoke for the both of them. Nothing of
any real importance usually, though sometimes Damon would tell her how he felt
about Ramsay and Roose. It did not bother him that Jeyne rarely spoke. As soon
as classes would start up it really did go back to normal.
Then one day, it was a bad day for Jeyne. It was the day after Ramsay had them
give an extra hard hunt for his new pet. Watching Ramsay at breakfast with
Theon, it reminded her of what he did to her. Ramsay was never as patient or
kind as he was with Theon. Today was her favorite of vacation days because this
was a seminar that happened every year. They all looked forward to this man
Petyr hires to spend the day with the students. Jeyne loved this rare day of
something she was told she has talent in. But seeing Theon crash to the floor
and then go under the table, it made her shudder. It made all the castle very
on edge and Jeyne quickly stole her fork. Standing up, saying nothing to Damon,
Jeyne left the cafeteria. Maybe if she could poke some of this upset out, she
can still make the seminar. Jeyne did not want to spend the day in her room
cutting herself. She wanted to stand near Damon and pay attention to her
favorite instructor. Even though Jaqen did not work with them except on
vacation time, she considered him her mentor.
So Jeyne had gone into the ladies room hoping to discreetly let out some blood.
Before she could make it into the stall, the door crashed open. There was Damon
and he stormed forward till Jeyne hit the wall with her back. "Give it to me
right now." He snarled and held out his large hand. With a tiny whimper of
irritation more than fear, Jeyne put the fork into his hand. "You were watching
Ramsay with Theon. Are you jealous of Ramsay's new pet, still wish he had you?
Do you miss it so much you had to poke holes in your body?" Damon growled right
into her face, using a rough fist to hold her hair tightly back. A flash in
those blank eyes of rage and a hiss. "I hate Ramsay. I pity his pet. I want to
put the fork through Ramsay so I put it through me instead."
The snarl of rage turned into a wide sadistic grin. "Maybe Ramsay just wasn't
the right Master for you. You are a very sick little girl, you know you are.
Someone should watch out for you, take care of you. Maybe you need to be a pet
for your own safety. I think you should be my pet." Jeyne seemed to consider
Damon's words for a moment then stunned him with her next move.  Her small hand
came up and rested gently on his wide chest. "Call me Master when we aren't
around the adults. I want to hear you say it, Jeyne." A small voice said it as
Damon began to shove her legs apart. "Lift your dress up for me, pet." Jeyne
did and found that she was ready, wanting it even as she was scared. What would
a pet be for Damon? Would he hurt her as much as Ramsay did, be as cruel? It
didn't matter anymore, not while he was lifting her up and plunging into her.
Jeyne wrapped her arms and legs around him and began to whine into his
shoulder.  When they came, she felt him bite hard into her neck and it sent her
screaming a second time.
Jeyne followed Damon into the small tv room where the others were. They were
all waiting for the seminar to start and had on an old movie. It was one of
Jeyne's favorite and she let Damon pull her onto his lap. The comments of the
others had no effect as Jeyne curled onto him and watched Labyrinth. When Damon
sang the songs with the movie, Jeyne whispered something into his ear. "Yes."
Raising an eyebrow, he looked down at Jeyne. "Huh?" "Yes, I will be your pet,
Master." With a snort Damon yanked on her hair and muttered, "I wasn't asking.
You don't have a choice." Jeyne did not bother to speak again, just watched her
favorite movie and saw herself in the dancing ballroom scene.
***** How To Be A Perfect Thief Or Assasin *****
Chapter Summary
     No one could ever really describe what Jaqen is. Ramsay did not
     bother to try and explain to his pet, he just told him to pay
     attention.
 Joff leaned over and said, "It's a kind of magic show. Entertainment mostly."
Yet even if he thinks its all fake, Joff is eagerly waiting along with the
others. They all stood on the lawn, watching the makeshift stage in front of
them. "He is a con artist, a really good one." Ros told Theon who stared up at
the stage, watching the still purple curtain. Shifting jerkily, Jeyne's ghostly
voice floated over them. "Jaqen is not magic or a common thief. He can change
into anyone, he can steal anything, make you fall for anything." "No one asked
you, cunt." Joff spat and gave her a shove into the grass. Within seconds Damon
was there and his fist was breaking the spoiled rich kid's nose. "I said
earlier to everyone, she is mine now. My pet. And not to fucking touch her
without my permission." Damon glared at Jeyne until she moved next to him.
Styr sighed and yanked the bleeding cursing Joff out of the group. "Let's go,
looks like you'll be missing the show. You can spend the day with Qyburn. See
if he can fix that nose of yours, though let's hope it needs plastic surgery. I
like it when your mom sends extra fat checks to Roose, we all get a little
cut." Even Petyr and Roose gave smirks at that one. They stood at the very
back, like waiting vultures. Every year they watch Jaqen's performance and work
with the students with great interest. They watch to see which students excel
at the skills he teaches them. Jeyne is always the best at Jaqen's games but
the others fluctuate. Only Ramsay ever seems to excel nearly as much.  When the
man seemed to appear on the stage without any of the kids seeing him, Jeyne
screamed. "Jaqen, I see you!" Not used to hearing Jeyne's voice so loud, the
kids all jumped. Including Damon. Then he couldn't be bothered getting angry
with his pet because the show has already begun.
Theon was fascinated within moments. At first it was magic somehow, they
watched distractions and impossible things happen. All the while a hypnotic,
calm voice that seemed to come from right next to the ear explained. Jaqen
explained that most folks could be easily led. They could be easily passed by
without knowing they had brushed against potential death. How easy to fleece,
to distract or be invisible, to be nothing, nobody at all. Or perhaps, being
something, someone else that never has been. To know you could have silt this
trusting person's throat, such power. Each word was dragging him closer and he
watched trying but never seeing the deceptions. Not until Jaqen invited them on
stage and showed them exactly what was done.
The best part for them was the second half, which was participation time. First
the staff all stood around Jaqen with smirks. For this act, Jaqen is wearing
several layers of clothing, all with small bells. He asks the staff to start
putting their donations into his many pockets. The kids watch eagerly as each
person put something interesting into a pocket. Roose took out one hundred
dollars and stuffed them deeply into the most inner pockets Jaqen had. Petyr
waved about several kinds of tickets for things in town. Then he moved to hide
them so fast that few saw which pockets he went for. Locke added small bottles
of liquor and Styr threw in some joints. Tormund came up last and the kids all
began to roar, ready for this challenge. Every year he offers the same gift and
none of the students, ever manage to pluck it. It's a key to the tiny
punishment cabinet they all have been squeezed into at some point. Whomever
gets the key, gets to offer it in place of that punishment. They are allowed to
hold onto it for up to one month. For some of the kids, a month is at least
five times of getting out of that damned cabinet.
One by one, each student tried their hand at snatching a prize without jangling
any bells. If the bells jingled or if the student was felt or was too obvious,
Jaqen would hit them with a stick. They each got five minutes and Theon,
Skinner and Ben got nothing but pain for their efforts. Ramsay came back with
all the bottles of liquor, Ros with a good wad of cash. Myranda got a joint and
a ticket for the movies. Damon got the rest of the cash, tickets, joints and
money. Jeyne went last and barely walked around Jaqen before holding up the
key. "Oh that isn't fucking fair!" shouted and enraged Myranda. "The bitch
never does anything wrong! She can't even use the key!" Jeyne gave a momentary
curtain for her eye to glare out from. "I can use the key. Whoever finds the
key can use it on the cabinet for a month." Damon laughed, catching on. "Looks
like I will be rescued from the cabinet this month." Jeyne allowed the tiniest
nod.  Tormund shrugged and Jaqen praised Jeyne and Damon for doing so well.
Theon was near to tears in pain and humiliation. Failing that test and being
hit should not be any worse than Locke's teaching methods. Hell, in front of
the whole class last week, Locke had whacked Theon into a screaming fit with a
ruler. That wasn't enough to make him tremble and feel this ashamed. It was
that they all saw what Ramsay has done. They all saw him under that table, saw
that he seemed to even enjoy his Master's touch. To have his world already so
fragile, this took him down. He couldn't stop shaking and crying, even when
Ramsay hugged him. "Hey, puppy, what happened? It's just a game, I am not mad
at you." This made his pet cry harder and Ramsay gave Jaqen an apologetic
smile. "Sorry, Jaqen. It is his first day as a pet. It has rattled him a little
bit." With a tilt of his head, Jaqen decided not to address that one. "Why
don't you take your little pet to calm down then? Let the others go first and
you may go last. The pet can wait until next vacation to take any more tries at
my games."
Jaqen has dragged out some very large chests and set them up. He then shows
them all how to morph into another person. His most impressive ones are him
becoming a woman and becoming an elderly man. Showing them how to dress to be
invisible or to charm all around. He showed them how even just the smallest
amount of effort can drastically alter your appearance or personality. Then
with every chest from complicated prosthetics to plain black jumpsuits, Jaqen
invited the students to try. He gave them several different situations and let
them choose how to look for it. As expected, Jeyne was always perfectly suited
for every scenario he painted for her. The other contenders were Ramsay and
Damon. Then Jaqen put them into pairs or trios and had them act out the
situations in their new outfits. They were given a time limit to find the right
script with their partners and to find the right clothing. The only pair that
got it right every time was Damon and Jeyne.
Ramsay was always correct but his partners were not. Next year they will be, he
muttered. "Reek, wait till you see me at this next game of Jaqen's. This next
one involves dulled blades. We shall see who can kill the fastest, the
quietest. I always win this one." Yet Ramsay must have been overly distracted
with his new pet because he didn't win. Damon was the fastest this year, and
Jeyne was the quietest, also, only a fraction slower than Damon. Ramsay glared
at his pet in a huff and said, "You distracted me." Theon had no idea how to
react to that since he did nothing but watch. "I..I am sorry, Master." He
turned red and apologized rather than risk further public wrath from Ramsay.
This seemed to please Ramsay and he roughly pulled on his pet's hair. "We have
been brought low this year, Reek. We shall train and you will be as good as me
by next vacation." Ramsay said this with a smile but his eyes were very
serious.
Petyr and Roose looked at each other and back at the pair of oddly matched
killers. "I think it is time to start those two on some tests, don't you?"
asked Petyr, smirking. Roose nodded slowly, amazed he didn't catch on as
quickly as Petyr did about them. "They are perfect for it. And to think they
paired up naturally, not even with a single suggestion." Damon and Jeyne were
too busy worshiping Jaqen to even notice the vultures had found their prey.
***** To Never Meet Again *****
Chapter Summary
     His broken bird. Sansa had gone so pale and thin the only way to tell
     anyone was in the bed from a distance, was the red hair. "Oh, my
     little bird, can you hear me? It's Petyr, sweetheart, I am here, I am
     with you" Petyr held the fragile hand, the limp white hand and
     remembered a tiny trusting hand.
     Davos watched in revulsion as the con man gave a kiss to the dying
     girl. Before he could sneer at Petyr to stop touching the poor thing,
     his cell phone beeped. Leaving Stannis to watch this disgusting
     display, Davos left the room to return the call.
"Davos, it's Margery. We have the results back from the bodies you found. It is
a nightmare and Renly says that he is thinking on murdering you. I haven't
slept in three days, haven't seen my children in two. Renly says he doesn't
mind playing house husband but he does mind playing single parent. Want me to
send you the results or are you coming back soon?" Davos leaned against a wall
and sighed heavily. "We are letting that fucking weasel visit with Sansa Stark.
Doctors say she won't last much longer. I hate this deal, Marge, I am telling
you it was a terrible idea. Let me see if Stannis is almost done with this
damned farce. I want out of here and away from Baelish as fast as possible.
Thank you for providing me with an excuse. And tell Renly that this next long
weekend, I will pull out the grill, buy him that fancy champagne he likes."
Tyrion, Podrick and Dany sat pale as Marge finished speaking. "Did you hear
that one, Tyrion? Did you hear that Jon was raped so badly that if he lived he
would have needed reconstructive surgery? Did you hear about all the markings
on him, of countless tortures? Wires sticking out of his head, hear that part,
or should I send you some recordings of it on your phone?" Dany taunted unable
to stop herself, pale and shaking. "DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE BITE MARKS? WHOSE
DNA IS IN THOSE BITE MARKS?" Flinching now, Tyrion roared back up at her, "Yes,
you screaming bitch, I heard it! Do you think I like Dr. Bolton, that I condone
anything he has done? He is a client. That is all, I can hate a man and still
do my job! If I didn't, then I would be a pretty shitty lawyer, wouldn't I? So
are you pissed that I am a good lawyer, or pissed at him? Because I am pretty
upset with him myself right now."
It was with pure unfiltered joy, that Davos gave Stannis's order for the arrest
of Roose Bolton.
"I was never one to leave things to chance, if I could truly help it. Roose
played his games with those little minds, but I did visit with them too. I had
no games to stick in their heads, just an order. A concrete one word command,
it would give me access their heads and I gave it to all of them. Roose and I
were arguing, never hearing those two boys coming back into the office. I had
just moved over to the far window when they opened the door. "I know what you
did, what you made me do!" Jon screamed as Robb aimed the gun at Roose. I will
admit, I had just a moment, where I almost let him shoot Roose. I see now, that
might have been best. Instead, I said my word and both froze. I took the gun
from Robb and after I locked the door and Roose handcuffed them, did I give the
release command."
Petyr had seemed delighted when Stannis told him Roose would be arrested. He
had been quiet as they left the hospital, and Petyr was never without a story
before. Hearing of the impending doom of Roose seemed to perk the man back up.
"They fought like wolves, we had to muzzle and sedate them to get them to
listen. Once Jon was under the sedation, Roose got him under control. The boy's
eyes rolled with fear and submission as Roose always made him for their "fun"
sessions. However, Robb was harder to force into suggestions, orders and
several times he slipped out of them. Eventually, Roose got it right and
decided to get some revenge on Robb before killing him. This was not my idea
and I tried to talk him out of it, but when he feels slighted, there is no
stopping him. Revenge in the Family is quite a real thing, Stannis." He smiled
and took a large swallow of his drink. Davos sighed, lightly hitting his head
against the car window, Stannis just grunted. "Continue."
"Roose gave Robb the equivalent of today's Viagra then began to touch him while
suggesting the boy had sexual thoughts for his brother. He made Jon undress and
lick his brother nearly to orgasm. Then lean over Roose's desk while he made
Robb fuck him. He made sure Robb heard every scream and plea Jon made to him,
made sure that it turned him on. Made sure that Robb was as violent as possible
about it. Then he made positive that Robb would remember every single detail of
this, mixed with Sansa. Implanted this all so deeply that when reminded of it
about ten minutes after he came in his brother, Robb dropped to his knees.
Furiously, with horror and shame, the boy ripped open his pants and
masturbated. I was appalled but Roose thought it was wonderful. He made the boy
give him a blow job while he did it. After that Roose ordered Jon to put the
gun in Robb's hand and hold it to his head. But Robb pulled the trigger
willingly."
Davos yelled for the car to stop, then lunged out the door. The sound of his
retching was muffled when Stannis shut the door lightly. Looking with barely
concealed disgust at Petyr, he asked coolly, "What happened to Jon?" "We took
him back to the school. Tried to let him be a student, an anonymous one. He was
too broken, but we did try. When it didn't work out, Roose brought him into his
basement labs...and he never came back out."  
***** Sometimes You Fall To Fly *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa was somewhere else, it was like lemon cakes, sweet icing but
     there was something bitter too....pictures flickered through her mind
     so fast, there now gone. Jeyne in a badly fitting princess dress and
     a little plastic coronet. Rob and Jon holding her hands when they ran
     through a long awaited fun house at their yearly carnival trip.
     Holding warm crying love in her arms, tiny bits of love, Ramsay
     laughing as he pulls her close, praising her. Petyr's soft whispers,
     as he pulls her into his safe arms, over and over through time. All
     becomes forgiven and Sansa feels so light. She remembers HIS promise
     to her and it is alright to let go now. It's so beautiful that it
     hurts.
When the call came it was expected, what was not was Petyr's reaction. "Sansa
Stark has breathed her last. Never again shall she sing, never again will she
kill." Petyr muttered and then threw his glass hard against the wall. A fist
smashed into the wall, breaking skin and Petyr did it again. He might have
broken his hand if Davos had not grabbed him then. "Stop, it won't bring her
back. She is gone, Baelish." With a sound that was almost a sob, Petyr pulled
away, nodding.
Stannis gravely spoke and his voice was harsh with the truth. "I won't say I am
sorry for your loss. I didn't know the girl very well, I wish I had. Every time
I did see her it was for troubling reasons. I only knew the woman, a dangerous
criminal. Yet, I believe the stories you have told about her past. We can tell
in our records she needed help. That she was abused and our system utterly
failed her. I am sorry for that. I don't like you, I think you were just using
her for your own means. Yet, for whatever sick reason, I do believe you cared
for her. You are entitled to your pain of loss. Perhaps if you did more for
her, Sansa wouldn't be dead."
Petyr spun and snarled out, "EVERYTHING I DID WAS TO SAVE HER! I TRIED AND I
TRIED! ONLY I KNEW HOW TO HELP HER ONLY I COULD AND THEY ALL KEPT BLOCKING ME!
THEY TRIED TO KILL HER OVER AND OVER AND IT WAS ONLY THROUGH ME THAT SHE LIVED
THIS LONG!! SHE WAS MINE SINCE I MET HER. SANSA SHOULD HAVE BEEN MY CHILD, MY
DAUGHTER, NOT THAT MAN'S! CAT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MINE! THEN I SAW THIS CHILD, MY
CHILD AND I KNEW IT WAS UP TO ME. All along, Sansa was mine, no matter how far
from me, no matter who she was with, she was always mine first."
Lysa received the news and coldly thanked that nosy bitch Margery. Dropping the
phone on the table, she watched her lovely son walk in the room. "Who was it,
Mommy?" Smiling at her precious boy, her only child, she spoke sweetly. "Well,
we have some sad news, Robin. Cousin Sansa has passed away. Poor child, we did
try to help her." Tilting his head, the boy asked, "I thought you would go to
the execution and tell me about it?" The threat of a whine was in the boy's
tone and he was gearing up to tantrum level. Robin was not used to being denied
anything by his mother. "Oh, baby, I would have too. You know mother always
does. No, Sansa died in a hospital. She wouldn't eat because she felt guilty
for what she did. The guilt killed her. Poor dear child." A tiny note of
satisfaction soured her sentiments. Robin sat for his dinner but was thinking
hard. He has heard all the tales of what his cousin has done. She was much
older and he never really saw her up close much. But Sansa has done things that
fascinate him. It was sad that she was dead because Robin can never ask her how
it felt to kill. To have that kind of power over someone.
Tyrion went to tell Ramsay and Podrick was sent to inform Theon. Both went as
badly as expected. Within hours after Tyrion left the prison there was a huge
riot created by Ramsay. Ten officers were badly injured and three killed.
Ripped to shred and their heads jammed atop broom handles.
Reek cried and allowed Podrick to comfort him. He was trembling, barely able to
cope and even the guards felt some sympathy. "Oh, Sansa, she was nice, she had
a good heart, it wasn't her fault. It really was never her fault, I swear to
that. And Ramsay..oh Gods, Ramsay...he'll be so angry, so hurt. I need to call
him or write him, something please! You don't understand what he can do! Please
he needs me to calm him, to let him get rid of his pain, please!" Podrick saw
that they sedated him and put Theon in the secluded hospital ward. He remembers
last time what happened to the poor kid. After a few well placed threats about
such things Podrick left.
"I went to visit her as often as I could. Sansa had no contact with her family
or friends for four months. Every time I would show she was bigger. The first
few visits, she ran to my arms, the rest of them, she waddled. Dark circles
under her eyes and she had a trembling smile, but she was healthy. Lysa may
have driven her mad with lectures and curses, but she saw a doctor often. She
was given vitamins, anything she required, she had. I payed for every cent of
it and fucked Lysa a few times to keep her happy. Of course near the end, the
crazed woman changed her tune. Suddenly, she was pampering little Sansa, who
was confused. So desperate the girl just accepted it and enjoyed it. I was
there when she delivered and it was a sight I will never forget. Lysa had Sansa
sitting in a low back chair. She was brushing that long red hair and I was
sitting on the couch. I had been telling her the news of the town, just random
things to amuse the girl. She cried out and grabbed her huge stomach." Petyr
did not seem to be aware of the tears trekking down his sallow cheeks.
"I carried her to the small birthing room, Lysa had set up in her pool house.
Lysa called the doctor I had hired for his discreet work and he flew to us.
Sansa was in so much pain, sitting on the birthing stool that Lysa got from who
knows where. She had read about these things and decided Sansa needed one. A
contraction hit my little girl so hard that she nearly tore the arms off the
thing. I couldn't stand to see her in such agony, so I whispered into her ear
until the doctor came. Sansa relaxed as she always does to my whispers and
every second was forever til the damned doctor showed. I stopped whispering and
the doctor gave Sansa an epidural. The birthing was long and dangerous. I
cursed Lysa for not allowing me to pay for a private hospital. I regret
allowing Sansa to hold the boy she had. It was a mistake and when Lysa ripped
him out of her arms, my sweet girl cried. I held her and whispered to help."
Davos groaned and said, "Oh, you fucking bastard. You worm. Robin is Sansa's
biological son, isn't he?" Petyr nodded. "It was the only way to keep Lysa's
mouth shut, she hated her sister that much. She was delighted to take Sansa in
because she had planned to expose Cat. I took care of that by offering Lysa the
one thing she couldn't have. A child. Instead of her dead husband's dusty
pictures and her fifteen cats. Her crypt became a home and Lysa kept her mouth
shut for her own sake and her son's. That very night, while Sansa was still
fuzzy on medication, I took her away. For the next five days, she stayed with
me. It was the best five days of my life. So needy and I could supply those
needs. I gave her all my support, I cared for her, bathed and dressed her. Gave
her food and medications. We read all her favorite stories and I told her tales
that she loved to hear. I brushed her hair and she would hug me close like I
was her hero. Then they made me bring her home. I should have ran away with
her. Why didn't I just run away with her?" Petyr's face crumbled and he sobbed
into his hands. There would be no further stories this evening.
***** Father, Show Us The Way *****
Chapter Summary
     Our Father Who Art In Hell,
     You took us with you when you fell
     I fucking hate poetry.
     (Found on a ripped piece of notebook paper in the wastebasket of The
     Bolton/Baelish School)
Whistling a jaunty tune, Roose got out the gasoline cans, all full and ready
for use. The newly privately purchased van was packed with what Roose felt he
had to take. Arrangements had been made for the school to explode into flames
later on. His home, Roose felt it was only he that could destroy it. So many
memories in both places, but this was where it all started.
When his family allowed him to work from home, rather than in an office. They
felt his profession was an embarrassment, so better to hide blemishes at home.
Those first ones, it brought forth Ramsay, the first of true treasures. All the
tests, Ramsay was his greatest and best project, even beyond Jeyne and Damon.
There was an actual attachment with the boy, there had to be, it was his son.
Every bit of triumph with the boy was sweeter and every disappointment sharper.
Splashing the gasoline through each room, trying to ignore the pungent fumes,
Roose feel nostalgic. He listens to the whispers of memory, so many things were
begun here. Not just here, what of the school? What of all his hard work, all
the accomplishments? Only some were known through his books. So much had to be
kept hidden, he should have been impressing the world with it not hiding it.
Tyrion told Roose that Petyr had struck a deal and was singing like a bird. Now
that Sansa finally did the right thing and die, he was talking faster. Roose
was not angry about it, he would have done the same. They each held a balance,
once it has tilted, there was no more loyalty, just a desperate need to not
fall off the seesaw.
Still, so many things, so much he could have told them about, imagine their
faces.  Roose found himself standing on his lawn and the empty cans were next
to him. In his hand was a book of matches that he has not lit.
Staring down at his hand as the police cars pulled up, Roose felt a thin smile
pull at his face. Yes, he has so much to tell, let them have the house and
school. Let them all see what he was capable of, what he has done. It is about
time his research was allowed its full glorious report. 
 
The word spread very fast even where there was no media about Roose Bolton's
arrest.
 
Within a three day period after Roose was taken into custody:
 
Skinner found an unlocked door to the roof and jumped, dying on impact.
Locke had his throat slit on the way to the mess hall.
Tormund was found dead in his cell with a heroin needle sticking out of his
arm.
Damon was reported missing from the mental institution.
Theon had a seizure that has put him in a near comatose state.
Ramsay was found in seclusion stabbed and bleeding out. He was rushed into
surgery and recovers in ICU. 
And Jaqen was so tired that he slept all the fourth day.
***** One Hell Of A Way To End A Vacation *****
Chapter Summary
     i ran and ran
     i ran so far
     i ran so fast
     that i ran back to the start
The last day of vacation the teachers and students remain far apart. It was fun
during their free time, they even enjoyed their company off school grounds.
However, tomorrow every line must be in place for all. A day of building up the
needed hostility was taken. This also went for the students, the easy
camaraderie is over. Divisions were made again, light taunting, all were too
tired to do much else. Between classes with Jaqen, field trips to town and
partying all night, they were wiped out.
Locke was forcing each student to help him rebuild the library. It had been the
only chore they all had during vacation. This last day it was all completed.
His unlucky catch of the day was Ben and Ros. Locke had them making sure every
last book was in order. He had made them all learn the dewy decimal system if
it killed them. It nearly did kill Myranda and Joff. Locke beat them till they
cried. Two of the most stupid, savage kids he has ever met. He looked about
with satisfaction at the new library. Now if he was lucky, the damned students
will stay out of it, so it stays nice.
Roose stood at the front doors, firmly holding Jon's shoulder. "This is my son
Ramsay, he is a student here too. He will show you around, explain how the
school works. Ramsay, since it isn't a school day, don't leave him unattended.
Jon is fragile, son. I don't want him injured before he even starts classes.
Understand?" Ramsay nodded and Theon looked past his shoulder to see this new
boy.
Jon looked even spacier than Jeyne did. "Ram..Master...I think he is already
broken." He whispered and Ramsay grinned. "Yeah. He is...but we do as father
says. Oh, I should warn you, I am going to punish you later for calling me Ram.
I didn't give permission for you to call me anything but Master, did I?"
Lowering his head, Theon said, "No Master. Sorry." Giving a tiny affectionate
tug to his pet's hair, Ramsay stood in front of Jon. "Hey there, Jon. It's nice
to meet you."
It seemed to go well for the first few minutes. Ramsay was giving his usual
charm even though Jon seemed to barely listen. Theon, who was still trying to
not be Reek in his head at least, followed silently. He was becoming a bit
nervous, Ramsay didn't care for being ignored. Jon was angering his Master and
he was already in trouble. This week has already taught Theon that when Ramsay
was angry he hurt so much worse. They had made it past the classrooms and now
the other kids were following.
Even though Theon knew none of the kids would dare hurt him for fear of Ramsay,
it made him jumpy. Yet, Jon was barely noticing the predators closing in.
Ramsay was in no mood to protect Jon, but his father had ordered it. With
noticeable annoyance he looked at Skinner, Joff and Myranda. "This is Jon,
father just brought him here. He said to leave him be till tomorrow. So fuck
off." They kept their distance but followed asking Jon questions and taunting.
The boy ignored them as much as he did Ramsay.
Around the corner came Jeyne and Damon. That is when all hell broke loose. 
The kids all grinned at first, even Theon, they knew how terrifying the couple
must be to anyone. Huge Damon, looking like the hungriest evil troll and well-
ghost Jeyne with her hair obscuring all features, she is creepier than ever
next to Damon. They all waited for Jon to piss himself or try and run for it.
He did both to the great delight of all except Theon, even that was too much
for him. Too close to his own fears during the recent hunt. What none of them
expected was Jeyne's reaction. Ramsay had grabbed Jon when he screamed and
leaped backwards.
A scream followed it, tore through the air and even Damon jumped then. Jeyne
jerked forward and with outstretched arms launched at Jon. "YOU! YOU! YOU!
KILLER, TRAITOR! YOU!" She screeched out each word as she attacked. Ramsay
decided his father's word wasn't nearly as exciting as this could be. He let go
of Jon and backed up, pulling Theon with him. "Oh shit, Jeyne's got fresh
meat!" Myranda hollered out, laughing. Jon tried to get the girl off of him and
keep running. Damon grabbed Jeyne by her hair and waist, yanking while snarling
at her. "Jeyne! Stop right now! Obey me."
Damon pulled her away and pushed her. Jeyne staggered and caught her balance.
The rage in her face was terrifying and even Myranda went dead quiet. "He is
mine to kill! You have no right!" She yelled up at the giant who seemed shocked
that Jeyne was even yelling. "I said no. Now shut the fuck up and put your face
back inside your hair. No one wants your opinion." Jeyne went to her full
height, her anger seemed to thin out her face, make her eyes glow. In a
malicious hiss, unthinking words meant to hurt, to demolish flew out. "Oh, fuck
you. You are just Ramsay's goddamned puppet. Find another pet. One that can't
kill everything faster than you."
Every jaw in the room dropped low and Theon hid behind Ramsay. Jeyne's face
seemed to slowly work its way into understanding what she has said. Damon's
face seemed to fill very fast full of a terrible wrath. He roared, she screamed
and flew into into the library with Damon right on her heels. "If he does the
killing, do we have to help with the burying still?" Asked Skinner, wincing as
they heard a loud crash. "My back still hurts from wrestling with Styr. I don't
want to do any heavy lifting or shoveling." A holler from Locke of, "What the
living fuck are you doing to my library?" had brought the staff. "What is going
on in there?" asked Petyr, hurrying forward. In a very casual voice Myranda
answered. "Damon is killing Jeyne. Skinner says he won't do any burying."
 
***** You Poor Crazy Fuckers *****
Chapter Summary
     "Don't tell me truth hurts little girl, cause it hurts like hell."
     David Bowie, Underground~
Ben leaped from a ladder onto a large table and scrambled to a deep window
embrasure just in time. Seconds later, he was reaching to pull Ros up next to
him. Locke was actually weeping in rage at the sheer destruction of his new
library. His screaming had no effect on Damon or Jeyne and Locke wasn't stupid
enough to try and physically stop them. Ros and Ben watched as Damon flipped
each newly created and polished table up in the air. They would crash down,
shattering legs and corners. Jeyne would make her freaky crab crawl underneath
the next table and Damon would throw that one.
When they ran out of the tables, the girl dodged behind a bookcase. "OH NO NO
NO! DAMON DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE! DAMON, I WILL GIVE YOU ENOUGH BEATINGS AND
HOMEWORK TO LAST A YEAR! DON'T YOU-NO! NO, JEYNE, RUN AWAY FROM THE BOOKCASES,
PLEASE! DAMN THE BOTH OF YOU!" Locke had now decided he has taken his limit and
was yanking the damned button for help. The students nearly tramped the staff
to see what was happening and there was no control anywhere. Theon was the only
one still in the hallway. Jon had started to shake and cry, no one seemed to
care. So when even Ramsay took off into the library, Theon tried to console
Jon.
Jeyne had circled around Damon, clambering atop a demolished bookcase. Finding
the largest books she could, she began to throw with great accuracy. Damon
roared and turned, taking War and Peace to the head. He staggered before he
started to climb the broken furniture towards her. The books started coming
faster and Damon had to shield himself several times. Ben punched Ros's arm and
said, "Ten bucks that Jeyne will drop him before Damon lands a single punch."
Rubbing her arm, Ros snipes back, "What good does your money do me? I can get
money easy. If Damon drops Jeyne first, you do my chores for three days." Ben
sighed heavily, but nodded.
A large fist crashed into Jeyne as she was in mid throw and she rolled off the
bookcase. Ros yelled yes, ha and Ben grumbled. Damon leaped down to the floor
almost landing on Jeyne. A flurry of kicks curled her into a ball before the
men grabbed him. It took Tormund and Styr a good five minutes to get Damon on
his knees. Roose had quickly cuffed Damon's hands behind him and showed him the
syringe. "Do I need to use this, boy?" This brought the same result from every
kid here. Because when Roose used a needle you could wake up strapped to a
table receiving shocks or worse. "No..Sir. I'm calm." Damon panted out, no
longer straining against his captors.
Petyr had tried to help Jeyne to her feet, but she was in battle form still.
She pulled away as she stood then spit full in his face. The look on her face
was a mix of extreme fear along with wild rebellion. "YOU! YOU! YOU! SNEAK!
LIAR! EVIL FOX VILLAIN AND THE VOODOO DOCTOR! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID! YOU LET ME
KILL JON YOU OWE ME YOU OWE ME!" Tilting his head, Petyr took a single step
towards Jeyne, who then cringed away. Damon suddenly lunged again and yelled,
"Don't you touch her! Don't hurt her!" Roose absentmindedly held the needle
against Damon's skin and simply said, "Hush."
In a very soft silky voice Petyr asked the girl, "What do you think you know,
Jeyne? Do you know bad things, my dear? Are bad voices cluttering your weak
little mad mind again? Should Dr. Bolton do some more testing, digging for more
bad things? The basement labs are so quiet, remember? Maybe you need to go back
there for a rest? I promise, the same as before, I will visit you often. Dr.
Bolton has always enjoyed working with you, you know that." Jeyne's face moved
in a way that made Damon suddenly want to cry. "Please no, not there, don't. I
don't remember what I said, what I meant. I..." Jeyne's body and face went
slack, only the living doll was left. With a satisfied smirk, Petyr told Locke
to take the girl to Student Support. "And stop that crying, Locke!"
While Tormund and Styr wrestled Damon down the hall, as Locke led mannequin
Jeyne away, Jon cried on Theon. He was hugging him tightly, Theon just
awkwardly patted his back. Theon was trying to explain that these kids were
just very sick when Ramsay appeared. He stood in the doorway,staring at his pet
in the arms of another. Theon looked up at his angry master's face and paled.
"Jon, please, you need to let me go. Jon, stop hugging me." He pleaded trying
to get out of the other boy's grip. Ramsay came forward and ripped his Reek
away. Then he flung Jon into a wall, gnashing his teeth in his face. "MINE.
REEK IS MINE."
Only the appearance of Petyr and Roose made Ramsay back away from the scared
boy. Luckily, they were more concerned with discussing what just happened to
care. They walked onward and Ramsay looked at the others. All the students have
gathered to discuss what the fuck just happened. Ramsay glanced at each of them
and said with a very malicious smile. "We are very lucky this year! Usually we
only get one hunt but Jon did show before vacation ended." Ramsay glared at
Theon when he said, "Tonight we celebrate a hunt with our newest member, Jon.
This time Reek can be just as active as we were for him." Theon did not dare to
do more than nod and look at the floor.
Tormund and Styr had just finished shoving Damon into one of the hated
cabinets. They had not cared that Locke just shoved Jeyne into the room and
left. No one wanted his weepy ass around anyway. Besides, Jeyne was just
standing there like she had always done before. Just then, the girl came to
life and with a vengeance. It took Tormund and Styr to get her into the cabinet
next to Damon's. She screeched over and over, "Wait! I have a key! You
bastards! You liars! I have the key, you said so! I have the key!" Shoving her
into the tiny space and locking the door, Tormund grunted, "You have the key,
yes you do. And you can use it in two hours." Damon started to laugh as Jeyne
cursed and Styr shut out the light before slamming the door. "You poor crazy
fuckers."
***** A Last Good Party To Feel Better About This Horrid Mess *****
Chapter Summary
     Three days of intense questioning of Dr. Roose Bolton created more
     drama than the other full trials. Never mind media actually stealing
     uniforms to get inside, Roose was his own circus. Every now and then
     Stannis gets stupid and listens to his mistress. He likes to call her
     his red priestess and have her take away his control. On rare
     occasion she uses this to have him do her favors. As a drag queen she
     usually has few requests. This trial has effected everyone, even his
     priestess. So Stannis allowed those involved in some way with a
     victim or criminal to attend. And permitted two media stations to
     record the sessions. It was a profound mistake. A two day recess was
     called for licking seeping wounds.
A huge fire pit crackled and burned the dark away from Tyrion. He sat drunkenly
in a lawn chair, clutching ice to his eye. One fist held tightly to a chilled
bottle of vodka and he groaned out. "Podrick?" A shuffling sound and Podrick
stopped flirting, coming over to the slumped dwarf. "Yes?" "Have I fired you
yet?" After a small pause Podrick shook his head. "No, not today at least." "If
I am not dead drunk by the time this party is over, you are fired." Podrick
smiled and said, "Yes Sir. I can see to that." "Good lad. Now go away and fuck
one of those pretty friends of Margery while I finish this bottle. When your
cock and this bottle are empty...bring me more vodka."
Davos settled down next to Tyrion, grinning his head off halfway to oblivion.
"You work that poor boy too hard then offer too much bad advice." "How is
telling him to fuck someone pretty a bad thing? Chances are all of us will die
soon by nefarious means, might as well enjoy himself ahead of it." Flinging his
arm up dramatically Tyrion drinks down half the bottle of vodka. "That is
bullshit and you know it." Grumbled Davos. However a minute later when Tyrion
traded the ice for the chilled bottle, the man got his humor back. "Holy shit,
man! Did you have a doctor look at that? I think she fractured your eye socket!
Wow! Who knew that elegant, tight ass society sister of your could pack such a
right hook!" Davos chuckled and finished off his ale.
With a grimace, Tyrion muttered, "I could have told you how well my sweet
sister can beat the hell out of someone. She didn't dispense with that until a
few years ago when she stopped finding my addresses. So glad that Cersei was
able to find me and offer her usual tender affections." Davos shook his head
and said, "She did have a point. That was a horrible way for her to find out
what really happened to her son. And you knew ahead of time. I know that
legally you were right to say nothing, but she is his mother. Regardless of the
monster he was, she deserved to hear it another way."
Tyrion gave a frustrated howl and threw the ice into the fire. "I called her
the night before. Asked, no, fucking begged her to stay away from the trials
and media for three days! Told her that I wanted to tell her about her son but
needed to do this first. I told her I would come to her and give her whatever
details she needed for closure. But no, the cunt has to be in the media at all
times. So she went...not my fault, dammit."
"Oh no, uh uh. Stop the work talk, it isn't happening at my party." Margery
forced both men to their feet ignoring their moans. "Oh, Tyrion, sweetheart, we
need to get that looked at, love. Dany! Hey, you aren't drinking, right? Good.
Look at Tyrion's face, I think he needs to get that looked at." Dany burst into
laughter at how disgruntled her friend and adversary has become. "Come on,
let's go visit the E.R. and don't worry. If your sister comes by again, I will
try and protect you." Cursing, Tyrion was forcefully pulled from the party by a
giggling, teasing Dany.
Davos found himself propelled forward towards Renly, Margery's husband.
Grinning widely, the man caught Davos just in time. "Wife, you don't need to
actually throw the guests at each other. It's just a figure of speech." "Ha,
ha. Well this guest needs to discuss something other than the damned case. Tell
him about the kids. Tell him about their way too expensive and taking away from
their education, ballet careers." With those snarky orders, Margery left the
two men. She has just seen Podrick sneak away with one of her cousins. "For the
love of..." Davos and Renly watched with amusement as the small Hostess from
Hell flushed out embarrassed and yelping  twenty somethings. With raised
eyebrows, Renly and Davos observed it was actually three cousins and Podrick.
Both of them gravitated towards the flushed boy and they found conversation
after all.
Margery's two little girls came running out then, laughing with pure joy. They
carried sparklers that leaped and made the two look like fairies from some old
movie. Davos watched the girls twirl about and thought two things. First was
that those ballet lessons Renly takes them constantly are paying off. His
second thought was that any second their long red tresses would catch fire.
Just as he managed to rouse himself enough to say something, Renly had
intervened.
Davos wished Stannis could have come to the party. His daughter Shireen was
here with her ice cold mother. The girl was in medical school, graduated high
school at fifteen. She specializes in cosmetic surgery which still never made
her mother happy. That woman was a piece of work and Stannis bore her no love,
she was not capable of such things. He steered clear of her and wished his
friend were here to share the alcohol and burdens. The judge was with that
fucking weasel Petyr because he didn't trust him with just a bunch of guards.
No, he was doing it himself. Until this was all over, Stannis would make sure
Petyr was close by.
Dany was almost at the hospital when she thought of another thing to needle
Tyrion with. She has been merciless all the ride. Tyrion is nearly snarling at
her, but Dany was actually worried. He might have a concussion or real socket
damage and he is drunk enough to go unconscious. Taunting him was a sure fire
way to make Tyrion stay awake and somewhat alert. "Here is something
interesting, Tyrion. You warned me that if I pursued this I would get hurt. Yet
which one of us is injured and needs a hospital?" Laughing, Dany almost missed
Tyrion's grumbled, slurred response. "No, I never said they would hurt you, I
said they would kill you." Scoffing, Dany replied "Well at least-"
The first bullet burst the windshield and went through Dany's neck. Losing
control of the car, it spun out of control, heading for a brick wall. Tyrion
screamed, bracing himself for impact, then alcohol knocked him out cold. The
black, sleek car that Dany called her Dragon crumpled like an accordion.
***** Jailed Warriors *****
Chapter Summary
     The darkness brought more howling, more cursing, enough for Tormund
     and Styr to turn down the volume on the intercom a bit.
"I HAVE THE FUCKING KEY LET ME OUT! TURN ON THE LIGHT THEN, AT LEAST DO THAT
YOU FUCKERS, YOU..YOU ASSHOLES...I CAN'T BREATHE!"
"IF YOU COULDN'T BREATHE YOU WOULDN'T BE SO FUCKING LOUD!"
"SHUT UP DAMON SHUT UP I NEED TO THINK AND THE FUCKING VOICES ARE TOO LOUD IN
HERE!"
"I AM GOING TO WHIP THE NEAR LIFE OUT OF YOU, BITCH! DON'T EVER TELL ME TO SHUT
UP AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME? STOP YELLING AND JUST BREATHE, JEYNE."
"Sing. Damon, sing."
"Oh fuck you, Jeyne. Just breathe, okay? Shut your eyes and breathe."
"Damon. Sing!"
"No."
"SING DAMON!"
"YELL AT ME AGAIN AND YOU WILL SPEND A MONTH IN THE INFIRMARY!"
"Sing, Damon."
"No. Breathe and shut your eyes, dammit."
"Master, sing?"
"No."
"Master, sing? Underground is the first one."
"JEYNE, I AM NOT SINGING THE ENTIRE FUCKING LABYRINTH SOUNDTRACK FOR YOU!"
"MASTER, THE VOICES ARE REALLY FUCKING LOUD IN HERE! SING!"
"WHAT DID I JUST FUCKING SAY ABOUT YELLING?"
"JEYNE, JEYNE ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW!"
"Voices. I need to bleed now, it's okay. I am just gonna bite enough to stop
them, not very deep."
JEYNE! NO BITING! NO BLEEDING! LISTEN TO ME, HEY, WANT ME TO SING?"
Tormund and Styr were kind enough to wait until Damon had sung two full rounds
of the Labyrinth soundtrack before releasing them.
"Don't get any more relaxed yet, kiddos. Both of you are to report to Dr.
Bolton's office immediately. Petyr himself is escorting you so don't think you
are running off. Good luck. Oh, and if I hear any ruckus from either of you
later on, it won't be the cabinets. It'll be a nice beating with my club, now
get the fuck out." Styr shoved both of them towards the door. They couldn't
help but move slowly and stiffly after their confined quarters. As Petyr came
closer to them, Jeyne grabbed Damon's hand hard. He squeezed it nearly to
breaking then held on firmly. They followed Petyr to Dr. Bolton's office with
apprehension.
It turned out to be just the usual intense questioning of their actions. Just
Dr. Boltons's soft measured words and Petyr's whispers. When they had sat down,
terrified, Petyr had assured them it was just speaking, promised them no
further punishment. Both of them answered honestly, neither of them could
remember a time before saying anything before another was not normal. When
there was no more words to be given, they were released. Damon grabbed Jeyne by
her hair and dragged her fast up the stairs. Snarling, he pulled the now silent
and unresisting girl towards his room. Ramsay blocked him and said, "No. Not
now Damon."
 
***** There Are Sacrifices For A Spotlight *****
Chapter Summary
     If you play me and I play you, how do we know who wins?
Chapter Notes
     this chapter contains a character I dearly loved while he lived.
     Season four; Karl, a Black Crow slays Lord Mormont and seizes
     Craster's Keep. I loved his angst and angry injustices perpetrated
     for injustices. He fascinated me. So I made him Roose's prison guard.
     Enjoy!
"Roosey Goosey, you have a phone call, aren't you the luckiest duckie here?"
Sighing with the deep frustration of a gentleman trying to tolerate a caveman,
Roose stood up. He reached out for the cell phone, trying to ignore the
disturbingly happy mess that should have run down his mother's leg. "Oh, stuck
up goosie, you don't even want to thank me properly? Come on, give me
something, a kiss, a ruffle of all your feathers, come on. Roose Goosey,
thought you loved games, play mine, you cold, high society cocksucker. You want
this phone, you best say thank you, Dr. Quack Quack." 
With barely controlled impatience, Roose looked at the slack jawed grin. It
reminded him of younger Ramsay when he was torturing something or someone. That
was the only favorable comparison though. This shambling Great Westeros wreck
had rotted teeth, probably had a fourth grade education and his eyes showed
nothing but a feral dumb accusation. "Wanna thank me now, Roosey Goosey? Gonna
be a good boy or you wanna try some VooDooHooDoo on me, huh? The girl you
talked about, did you forget? You had so much shit spewing from your mouth, you
probably just forgot. Jeyne Poole, you told us that she would scream that
Voodoo was done on her. Thank me or you don't get the fucking phone, Dr.
Voodoo." Roose tightened his fists then said in a soft courteous voice, "Thank
you for bringing me the phone."
"Hello?" It was not the voice Roose was expecting and he wished the repulsive
guard had left him alone.
"Jaqen fucked up, Doctor Bolton. I am going formal for now on, I feel sick
saying your first name as if I in any way ever wished to befriend you. I have
hated you from the moment I was told by my father we represented you. You must
have enjoyed that, watching a conflicted drunk dwarf with family issues trying
to balance personal disgust with loyalty and duty. Did I become boring or was
it too bothersome to simply ask my father for another lawyer? Tell your killer
that a drunk dwarf in a car crash is rarely a good kill. My limp little body
slid right underneath the seat and rested in a safe metal ball until they pried
me out. First time I have ever been truly grateful for my size. I wanted to
tell you that because I know you like to hear all the details. I never saw poor
Dany's mangled body but I do know she died before the impact. I hope that is
enough for you now. The Lannisters will no longer represent you, Dr. Bolton.
Surely, you see how awkward it would be for us. Good luck with your situation
and I hope you rot in hell. I hope they bring back the electric chair for you.
No, I think I would rather see them stake your heart, cut off your head and
burn you to ashes. Just to be sure the devil is dead."
Click.
Roose stared at the cell phone for a moment, blinking. "Aww...did Roosey Goosey
get a bad phone call? Are you sad, do you need a good cry? Come on, tell Karl
all about it, Dr. Quack. I like the stories about the girls, wanna tell me
about them? Just me, or if you want, I know you love the attention, I can get
the other boys too. Wanna talk with us about it? No? Then give me the fucking
phone and go sit your ass down. Fucking piece of shit. All your pampered
spoiled life and all your money wasn't enough..had to find crazy kids and turn
them into some fucked up voodoo killer zombies. Aren't you a piece of work,
Roosey Goosey? Hey which was the best fuck for you? Not the boys, the girls.
Was it Ros, Myranda, Jeyne or that ginger cunt? Who was the one who's cunt
actually got wet on purpose?
To Karl's delight, Roose threw the phone at him and launched. With the savage
utter glee of someone who takes all oppression on as his own due, he beat the
everliving shit out of the prisoner. If he gets fired, so be it. It will have
been worth it.
***** Stone Cold Killer *****
Chapter Summary
     Pale skin, flaming hair and a face so composed, a statue. If the
     stone crumbles, what will come out?
Sansa sat on the couch, holding Rickon on her lap. Arya had arranged a
sleepover in the living room for all the siblings. Since mother was spending
most of her time sleepwalking on Valium, or drunk, no one bothered to ask her.
Most of the time, they just steered clear of their sharp tongued and quick to
strike mother. She grieved over Rob and Ned, but worst was the obsession of
their missing half-brother, Jon. They all heard agonizing phone calls begging
someone. Offering to do anything if he would tell her or give her Jon's body.
The whispers, the newspapers and media are focusing, wondering if Cat has
murdered her stepson. Or perhaps was Jon involved somehow in Robb's death?
There was no proof of course, and no sign of Jon anywhere. If Cat goes out she
comes back enraged every time. "How dare they? How dare they judge or even
question me? The filthy disgusting things they come up with. A family has more
money than others, goes to the one percent and suddenly that gives them
permission to pry into my private life? To make stupid accusations about my
husband or son...as if Jon was driven crazy by me enough to wander about
murdering the family!" The smallest children would be quickly ushered out of
the room by Arya who would come back to eavesdrop.
Calm as still waters, Sansa would look at her mother and say, "None of that
matters, mother. Why should we care what others think? They have no proof of
anything they say." Cat would begin to drink and take a handful of pills. Sansa
sincerely and with true religious devotion would pray that her mother would
overdose and die on the expensive kitchen tiles. The help moves around them,
putting away or cooking whatever they must do, as if Cat and Sansa were not
there at all. Cat has a completely new staff, compliments of Petyr. She had
protested it at first, but Petyr held her hands like he used to, then whispered
to her. "It is a gift from me to you. The house is a wreck and with everything
going on, you need the help. They are handpicked by me, they are silent, they
are loyal and they are blind and deaf to what may happen around them. Please
accept this gift, Cat." Numbly she had nodded then did something she hadn't
done in years. Looking up, she moved to kiss Petyr. He pulled back slightly,
then kissed back. It wasn't a passionate kiss at all, it was just trying to
take comfort.  She had coldly told Sansa to watch the children and taken Petyr
upstairs. He covered her like a familiar security blanket and it was the best
orgasm Cat ever had. She fell gently to sleep and it was a nice dream, not a
nightmare like she lives in. It was a dream of marrying Petyr and they had
children. A little girl with Sansa's features sat and cuddled on Petyr's lap.
Other children played in the large fields as Cat nursed a new baby. So happy,
so sunny and Cat never wanted to wake again.
When Petyr had come back downstairs, put together nicely again, Sansa was
sitting on the bottom step. "This is where my father raped me once. He was
filthy drunk, just like she gets every day. At least I don't have to fend off
Robb and father anymore." Her voice was so clipped and cold that Petyr winced
slightly. He sat down next to her and put his arm around her. Anyone who didn't
know her would have found such a lack of emotion in those terrible words, would
think she was a stone cold bitch. Petyr knew better, she has told him stories
with tears running down her face, she screamed out the worst parts while Petyr
held her close. That week they spent together she was his entire focus. Petyr
had whispered and soothed. He also coaxed Sansa into speak of everything that
has happened to her. Her emotions on it, how she has coped with it all. When
Sansa sobbed hysterically over her son, it nearly broke his heart to hear it.
Once there was nothing left to explore, Sansa had calmed herself. Numb with
relief, having released the out of control feelings surging through her, Sansa
had not cried since then. She has been a perfect student with cheer leading and
student council. Honor Roll was secured and her friends dared not ask about her
vacation. Or about her dead family members or Jon. Sansa led her click, they
didn't lead her. At home Sansa obeyed, spoke and did chores when she had to.
Did homework, interacted with her siblings. However, everyone from her family
to her friends all would whisper about one thing.    
The girl they all knew had left for a few months was not the one given back.
Behind her back at school, Sansa was referred to as "Stepford Girl" by the
girls. The boys had a less interesting name for her, "Stone Cold Bitch." At
home, Cat was perfectly happy with her daughter's behavior though she couldn't
touch her yet. She could not speak with her with ease nor be in her presence
without feeling her skin crawl. Cat tried to use what logic she could pull from
her fuzzy head, logically Sansa was not at fault. A grown man made her do
things, she had not just heard the crying and begging, the screams while her
husband grunted and growled filthy things. And even dear Robb was manipulated
by his father to do things to Sansa. Of course the girl didn't seduce her own
brother. Of course not. Sansa had no idea that adding Jeyne to the mix would
lead to such tragedy. No. It was not her fault that she became pregnant. Who
would have thought to teach an eleven year old about birth control? She did not
kill Ned, she did not kill Robb or make Jon disappear. Yet Cat had such a
twisted misery eating through her that Sansa just looked like the target. Cat
has never imagined a day coming where she would contemplate killing one of her
own children...until now.
So she is blackmailed and her home is a prison now. Petyr and Roose own
everything, even this damned house, just so Cat could have enough money to
maintain her place in society. Even if they are all assholes now, they will
come around again, she knows is. Someone else will have a tragedy and the
spotlight will move on. So she takes her medication and drinks heavily trying
not to think of bloody things. Cat drinks enough to drown out the voices,
Petyr's whispers, Ned's authoritative deep, tinged with guilt, toddler Robb
calling for his mommy and Sansa's whimpers for her mother to help. That one
night that Sansa had said no, Cat had no choice but to break down the door. The
screaming was so loud and the sounds of the belt was nearly painful. It had
gone on too long now and all the children had woken up from it, terrified.  Cat
had run in and her little girl, all that blood on her buttocks. Ned didn't even
register the door bursting in nor his wild shocked wife. He brought the belt
down again, his tongue between his teeth, anger giving him extreme focus. Cat
had to pull Sansa away, the sobbing girl clutching her mother, just chanting,
"Mommy please, please Mommy. No more, no more, please make it stop." It made
her drop the girl to the ground, it hurt, every word sliced and it was
overwhelming. Cat slapped Ned hard and yelled at him for causing extreme injury
and for waking the whole damn house.
Then she led Sansa into the little bathroom to treat her wounds. Two spots
needed a bit of stitching and Cat gave Sansa three codeine tablets before she
stitched them. The whole time Ned sat on the bed calming himself with the
whiskey that Cat had added a Valium to. When she came out with Sansa, Ned
grabbed each of them and pulled them into the master bedroom. Arya had just
gotten the children back to bed and Cat dared not make a scene that could wake
the children again. Tight lipped, Cat was thrown into the bedroom with Sansa
and the door was locked. Then it happened. Ned was not calm and sleepy as she
had hoped. Now his eyes had a new glow to them and he was calmly focused on
what he wanted. He had to hit Cat several times to make her comply. He
threatened to use his fist on her face until she couldn't be in public without
stares. So Cat had opened her legs and let Sansa lick her there. The only one
who ever made her come that way was Petyr. Cat tried to pretend it was Petyr,
that they were in that lovely hotel they used to use. She found herself
grabbing that lovely red hair and pulling it like reins. New grunting began but
it was softer, deeper and filled with longing and lust.
Cat flung upwards and over the face as she pulled the girl flat and face
upwards. Not saying word, she began to rub herself on that lovely face, it no
longer mattered. The feelings were intense, it was shocking and terrible and
what if anyone knew? But then Ned pulled those legs open and thrust inside
hard. Sansa screamed and her tongue was not giving licks anymore, but the
feeling of her mouth screaming....the muffled sound of pain and surprise felt
so...Cat rubbed harder and snarled at Ned, "Fuck her harder. Make it rough, you
son of a bitch. You owe me. You make this good for me, little whore, or I'll
let him spank you again." So Cat spent the next hour making her daughter wail
harder than before. She had drowned in the sadistic hedonism of what was
happening. Cat's nails dug deep into Ned, ripping his flesh in angry lust.
After Sansa was released to go to bed, Cat turned to stone again. "We never
speak of this. It never happened, or I will kill the both of you. I promise you
that." Ned and Sansa had agreed. So Cat pops pills and drinks hoping to forget
that happened. So many reasons to drink and drug, but all of it seem to point
to that little red headed tart.
Sansa watched her mother stagger into the kitchen to refill her drink as the
kids all stared at the movie. Not all, RIckon was already asleep, so Arya had
pulled out an old horror she found. It was about a girl named Sam who was alive
and having some troubles. She died and a boy turned her into a robot version of
herself. Sansa became fascinated and paid attention to the movie. At the end
there was a jump scare. The metal skeletal frame of the robot burst from her
body. Sansa wondered when her frame will burst free. Bran had made it almost to
the end of the movie before falling asleep. Arya was still awake but already
was moving to the next movie. "Which one sounds better to watch, Sansa? Carrie
or Interview with a Vampire?" Sansa chose Carrie and regretted it. The movie
was fine, but the emotions of Carrie really got to her on a deep level. She
wished those powers existed and oh, the mess she would make. Just after the
blood soaked worst-prom-date ever flipped the car, Arya fell asleep.
Calmly, quietly, Sansa went upstairs to find her drunken weeping mother. "Why
won't they just give me his body? If he is alive, then fine, send him home.
They just don't understand what I am going through." Trying hard not to sigh or
roll her eyes, Sansa sat on the bed with her mother. Cat looked up with eyes
full of drugs, alcohol and defeat. "Everything I have done is for this family.
I have tried and tried and you...Robb and fucking Ned...I should have married
Petyr. You would have been his lovely little girl and I could love you then.
Sansa went so still for a second as if she were a statue. Cat didn't even
bother to notice, wrapped in her own drunken misery. "I hated Jon, still hate
him, worse now. He is always making things worse..but I would never kill him. I
took him in and cared for him as a mother. Not once did I ever kick him out. I
offered for him to go to boarding school and away camps, yes, but never just
toss him out on his own. How would that look? Well, know I now, because they
think I either killed him or made him run away. It is not fair, Sansa. They
don't know what I must do. Roose and Petyr help and take then pretend its
really help when its not. I sent the boys to stop him and now here we are.
Robb, my lovely baby boy is dead...where is Jon? I just need to know."
Sansa gave a tiny smile and whispered into her mother's ear. "I know a way out,
a way to be at peace. An answer, mother." Cat stared down at the knife the girl
offered and without knowing why she clutched it tightly. "I..I can't do
that...the babies.." She mused as Sansa wrapped her own smaller hand over her
mother's. Sansa waited patiently as her mother gave excuses and moans, then
started to pass out. That is when Sansa guided her mother's hand smoothly
across her throat. As Cat gurgled, awake now, Sansa walked out of the room.
Rubbing distasteful at the spatters of blood on her nightgown, Sansa went to
call 911. Her face changed and her voice was trembling, panicked. "My mother
needs help! She..she cut her throat, please hurry before she dies! Yes, I am
pressing down to stop the blood flow." Sansa watched the ending of Carrie while
waiting for the ambulance. Sadly her mother was still alive when the medics
showed.
Cat kept saying she didn't understand why she wanted to slice her own throat.
Must have been too drunk to remember. After the surgery came suicide watch
which became a trip to rehab. Petyr and Roose took turns staying with the Stark
children though Sansa mainly cared for them. She had a knack for dealing with
children.  Roose had questioned Sansa over and over about it. Petyr had kissed
her gently on the forehead, then the lips and told her softly, "You had every
right to do that. I am not mad, I am proud how you are growing, learning. Good
girl Sansa.  I think it's time you came to our school. Cat doesn't have any
objections to it anymore. Soon as she is healed enough to be home, you can pack
and leave with me." 
***** Roose Bolton's Three Days of Questioning (Day One) *****
Chapter Summary
     Three days before a dragon ate Dany and Tyrion was glad to be a
     drunken dwarf:
     Stannis stared at Dany, Tyrion and Podrick. "The press, the families
     of victims, its going to be very tense. You have exactly three days
     to question him. No more. I want nothing that will cause a circus in
     there. Understand me?" They all nodded.
     Davos shook his head. It would be a circus.
It was pure sweet pleasure coursing through his veins. Oh, here it is. His
greatest work laid right out before him. Of all the accomplishments, this might
be the finest moment of all. He lifted his chin as he entered the courtroom,
ready to show them all, let them revel in the shock of all that one man can do.
If only they even comprehend the beauty that comes from monstrosity. Time to
let the stupid sheep bleat.
 
Stannis entered the room and slowly sat down, staring out at the faces. There
was Tyrion looking better than he has ever seen him. He idly envisions Tywin
forcibly grooming his son. Podrick looked like he hasn't slept in weeks and
Dany glowed like she has been made queen. Petyr's smug face lurked in a shadowy
alcove and here was Cersei Lannister. She looks like she has perhaps had a few
drinks to bolster her courage to hear about her son. Wonderful. Even better was
the half insane Lysa, Cat's sister, she was only two seats over from Cersei. To
his extreme disapproval, his wife and daughter were there, right next to his
mistress. He glared at each of them, just because they all knew about each
other doesn't mean public events should be shared.  This is what he gets for
being an honest man. With great reluctance, Stannis allowed Roose Bolton his
spotlight.
 
You want to know where the bodies are. You want to know where all the poor
missing children are. I am trying to tell you things that are important. It is
important to start with the how and why first, you know. Oh, spare me your fake
mercies for my students. I gave them more care than this entire society did!
When these children became an embarrassment to their parents, an awkward
situation when you don't want your child anymore...they all turned to me. They
all were grateful for taking care of this little problem, and your judge signed
each of those papers with just as much gratefulness. Where was all this concern
for these kids when they were still with their families? When abuse, trauma or
lack of mental health care was happening before your very eyes? Better to not
see until the bigger tragedy occurs, then you have a reason to give away this
problem child? They were all flawed by others before I got them. But I am the
one on trial. You gave them to me and I am the only one on trial.  I fed them,
clothed them, sheltered them, gave them medical care, mental health care,
educated and entertained them. Not a single parent or relative ever asked to
see them, not once. Not a single parent or relative ever minded signing any
form I handed over to them. Most never even read them or showed them to a
lawyer. So its insulting for you all to suddenly pretend concern. Just be
honest and say you want true closure.
Fine. Let us start with the bodies. Myranda and Joffrey are under that lovely
cement pavilion I had put in our student made gardens.  Both were not very good
student, true evil little bullies with rotted cores from the start. I could
name several diagnosis for each if you'd like but I will put it simply for you.
They were killers waiting to happen. True sadists to the core and nasty little
pieces of shit. I regretted taking each of them, but I couldn't be bias at the
time. I had to show I was really willing to take any violent child....even
trash like them. The boy's mother was quite rich and I could suck her dry. The
girl, well, her family was piss poor and the same folks that are now so sad for
her...they didn't want her around. Too violent and shameful to let run away,
too troublesome. So services dumped her on my doorstep and I pretended to be
grateful. I used them as tools to instigate the other students into different
situations so I could study them. That was about all they were good for. To be
honest, I was surprised they lived as long as they did. I had thought either
the counselors or the kids would kill them much quicker. Might I point out that
the parents still thought their children were alive at school until you raided
and closed it. Since they never once called or wrote or contacted any staff
member or their child since the day they left home.
Joff died first. He had begun a relationship with Sansa Stark and it wasn't
surprising really. They were of the same class, both very rich had gone to
private schools. The boy's own sadism did him in. He couldn't resist hurting
the girl and Sansa was no longer allowing herself to be victimized. It was a
slow process, at first the girl allowed it, almost seemed to be comforted by
it. I helped her reason through why she would allow Joff to treat her like a
victim. Petyr coached her in how to become more assertive in dealing with him.
The girl chose to not fight back, not injure him or seek help against him. She
simply chose to murder him. Sansa waited until it was her kitchen duty and was
serving the lunches. She made Joff a special favorite pot pie of his and mixed
in a poison, a concoction. Taught to her by our lovely Jaqen as she told me
later. It was a slow gruesome death. Joff took a bite of his pie and was
beckoning Sansa to give him a drink. He turned red, then near blue, then a
crimson purple color. For ten minutes he frothed at the mouth, clawed at his
swelling throat, whining like a dying animal. Joff's throat was nearly ripped
open by the boy. All our staff is trained in first aide and our staff doctor is
quite good. They could do nothing for him and even the students, the hardened
killer kids,were horrified. Theon cried for a week and had to be sedated for
two days over the sight of it. The boy kept saying he thought Joff's eyes were
going to explode. Tears of blood had come pouring out and his ocular nerves had
swollen then exploded.
Myranda was only a week later. It was as if they had been breaking through a
limit and must explore it further. Ramsay had all the kids under his thumb by
creating a family. Well, I helped perpetuate that myself. These children has
families that failed them, we were the one that understood and it worked for
them. Now it has changed, you can kill a family member, loyalties can be
divided after all. She was a whore, a bully and an all around pain in the ass.
It took very little to set off her death. Skinner had been having a very bad
day. He had fought with my son all morning and was in battle mode. Skinner had
been sent to speak with Petyr as I was unavailable at the time. Apparently,
Skinner was beyond the help of words and needed medications. By the time Petyr
got me and I had a sedative ready, it was too late. Myranda had been taunting
Skinner about losing his fight with Ramsay. We all came running when we heard
the screams but it was just too late. He had skinned the girl fully. The only
reason we heard her at all is he had finished her body and took the gag off so
he could flay her lips. I had been gone all day so the boy had hours to work on
her. The only part that was not flayed was her face and her heart gave out not
much long after. Qyburn had offered to put her to sleep with an injection of
morphine into her heart. She did us the favor of dying before we had to do it
ourselves.
Ros was a sad case. Joff had used his crossbow to put arrows through every
piece of her body. The last one went through her heart. Poor girl was found
pinned to a wall naked, looking like a pincushion. Joff had been constantly
raping and hurting her at that point, then he saw Sansa enter the school. That
was the night he murdered Ros. You will find her body..I actually don't know.
Styr or Tormund might know, or not. I left her disposal to the staff, as I was
preoccupied at the time. Jon was still alive then and I was finally doing some
real work in my private labs....I was stunned to hear you found Jon's body and
not Jeyne's. I really thought I knew where every body was. I would LOVE to
expound upon Jon.
I had thought the perfect most exemplary test subject I could ever have was my
own son. I had a blank slate to play with, clay to be molded and oh, I did. So
many tests, so many wonderful results and he was also quite my type. There is
no feeling like taking apart a moving, talking piece of yourself, inside and
out. I am proud of my son and I stand by my work with him which I will explain
later on. But Jon...he was truly my favorite of all subjects, in spite of the
ending result of failure. This was a boy that was inherently good.  He even had
cried on my shoulder about how he needed to try harder with his step mother.
Cat was cold and abusive with no real reason and the boy had done nothing. He
was truly a good boy. Smart, honorable and he would have gone far. With the
right upbringing, this was someone who could have become a great leader. I
wanted to shatter that and create a boy who would assassinate leaders.  This
was taking perfection and perfecting it in a new way that was near impossible
to do. Those who understand brainwashing and hypnotism will tell you, even
Petyr has told me that you cannot make someone truly go against their true
nature without consequences. A loving Christian mother will not follow an order
to murder her children with hammer. It would create such a turmoil in her that
should would commit suicide first. I hoped to prove this wrong.
Jon was one of the best, most intense sexual experiences I have ever had. Even
with Ramsay it wasn't this exciting. The whole time I would rape and degrade
the boy, I placed in his mind that I was Ned Stark. He would beg his father to
stop and I would have to force myself not to take it too far. Slowly I would
coax him into an orgasm after causing him terrible pain and humiliation, but I
would time it very carefully. He would cry out in horrified unwilling pleasure
to the image of slitting his father's throat. In fact, when I forced his
brother Robb to rape him, I made Jon orgasm to the thought of his brother dead.
Poor little good Jon thought he was a killer, someone who could only orgasm to
death. I still remember how it felt to give him shock therapy as I fucked him.
Jon was not a student I wanted dead. I wanted to keep him forever. It is the
one death I truly am sad and shocked for. He was safely living in my basement
labs when he suddenly was gone one day. We searched everywhere and I assumed
the kids got him and hunted him to death. Ramsay hated the boy, jealousy over
Jon having my attention and his pet's sympathy. I am sure that Ramsay must have
taken him out and murdered him in the woods somewhere. This confirms it.  I
would give anything to see his corpse, touch it and fuck it.
Pandemonium ensued.
***** Tale Of A Dragon And A Spider *****
Chapter Summary
     Speeding past the three days of a freak show circus, blowing past
     that lovely party, spitting girls laughter and red hair out of our
     faces. Avert our eyes not fast enough past the horrific crash, smell
     of gasoline sharp in our nostrils and now somber crows among a lawn
     of stones.
     Let us lay Dany to rest. And watch others endure a new kind of
     unrest.
The casket was bronze, the flowers nearly made it invisible. Blue and white
petals flew about in the gentle breeze relieving so much black cloth on the
ground. The Lannisters all stood in a group, all with faces of an angry jury.
They may not have ever liked the Targaryens, but they respected them. Dany was
also the only one who gave a damn when Cersei tried to break that damned
contract, so she could see her son. She stood against Tywin, Jaime and Tyrion
all her life, fighting them. Dany competed in the private school against Cersei
in every way she could. Dany made anti bullying seminars, directed at her.
Cersei had to admit, those years of cold defiance is what made her beg the
bitch to please help her get to Joff. She didn't care that she was defying
Tywin anymore. It ached and no matter how hard Jaime tried, he couldn't ever
really defy their father. It was because of that Dany discovered so many wrong
things about this school. Her investigation brought it all crashing down,
linking relived detectives that had been dealing with a horrific crime, that
demanded response. Tyrion was standing at some distance from his family with
Podrick. Cersei walked over to her brother and simply said, "Come to me after
this is over. Our war with each other is on a temporary truce."
Tyrion nodded and didn't even feel intrigued a little. He stared at the coffin
that was burying his only true friend in the world. Why didn't he ever tell her
that? Not once. I warned her..yes I did that. But why didn't I try harder to
save her? I could've hired thugs to kidnap her and toss her in a Bolivia with
nothing but her clothes and some water. Would've taken her right out of the
game, of course when Dany got back, she'd probably be on trial for Tyrion's
murder. I could have tried to find a way with Roose, a deal of any sort to
ensure Dany was not executed. I didn't even try because I was so pumped,
wrapped up. Deep down I was hiding the excitement, the fierceness of it all.
When ever would I get such a case, against such a great opponent? She and I got
lost, just like our families taught us to. He looked around to blink away more
tears and observed Stannis standing next to Petyr Baelish. Who was watching
Margery try not to sob uncontrollably as her little girls were collecting the
pretty petals. Davos stood on the other side of Petyr and glared at him. Folks
began to leave and that is when Tyrion saw Podrick was not moving. "Hey, come
on, time to go, Pod." A gentle snore was the answer and Tyrion kicked him
sharply. "Really? Dany is going into the ground and you find this a restful
napping space? I should leave you here, maybe you'll fall in."
Podrick was walking across a strange hot place, long stalks of grass whipping
in a hot wind. There was something really strange up ahead, it looked like
Dany. She was different now, it could be that she was dressed like some queen
or it could be the incredibly large terrifying black dragon she was petting. He
approached carefully and whispered, "D..Dany?" Turning, she looked at him and
smiled gently. "Sit down with me for a minute, Pod. I don't think you get to be
here very long. So sit and let us talk." Podrick sat on a heated rock next to
this amazing version of his mentor and hero. "I can't believe that you are
dead. You were my mentor and I always thought I would always have you there."
"This place I am now, I am peaceful and at purpose. Other places have strife
too, other places need my help now." He stared up at her, light in his eyes of
a young man always wanting a glorious goal. "Truly, Dany?"
The girl looked at him then burst into gentle laughter. "No you idiot. I am
dead, you are dreaming and thank you for making me a queen. Now here is the
important reason you are here. See my very large fire breathing dragon?"
Podrick nodded yes as the nightmarish thing began to eye him. "Oh yes, I see
the fucker alright. Its gonna eat me." "You'd think that, wouldn't you? How can
you not notice such a large thing, cannot even take your eyes off him." Dany
leaned back, allowing the dragon to move his head closer. "What would you say
is more deadly, Podrick? My dragon or say, that little tiny spider crawling
onto your hand?" Gulping, Podrick barely glanced at the teensy black dot before
looking at the dragon again. "The dragon about to eat me is pretty deadly,
Dany. Spider is just crawling around, I could squish it if I wanted to. If I
wasn't busy watching the dragon." Suddenly a tiny sting was in his hand and
Podrick felt poison coursing through him. Falling down, he saw Dany leaning
over him. "The spider was deadlier, it was just the dragon was more fascinating
to see. Stop watching the dragon before the spider kills you all." Then Podrick
woke to a sharp pain in his leg and an angry boss.
Cersei and Tyrion sat together at a nearby bar, each already halfway through a
bottle of wine. Cersei went with a very expensive label but Tyrion's was cheap.
At first the silence was deafening, Tyrion lost in grief, Cersei lost in
figuring out what a truce meant. "Dany was a person I hated yet I always
respected her. Admired her actually. I wasn't close with her like you were. We
all knew you were friends. It made me jealous, after all, she was the one girl
I couldn't get to follow me or fear me. This needs to be given justice, Tyrion.
You know everything about Roose Bolton, what you don't know you have access to.
Make sure that bastard dies for this, one way or another. For my son and for
Dany, you need to see him dead. I will fund it and give you any contacts I have
that would be useful. I need to spit on Roose Bolton's grave, I need to watch
him die. Avenge your nephew and best friend, Tyrion."
Choking back a small sob, Tyrion poured another drink fast. "I am going to say
I am sorry for something. I should have gone against father and not worked for
Roose. It was shitty what we did, to you and Joff. My nephew should have been
in a mental institution perhaps...you and I will never see eye to eye on that.
But he did not deserve what he went through. And you did not deserve a family
that supported the very man who brought your son to his misery and death. I
apologize for what we did." Cersei had a thousand, a million things to say
back, but she kept her mouth shut. A truce could not be kept if she let out any
of her real feelings. There was a possibility her brother wouldn't even have
life if she let loose. So Cersei nodded and gulped deep of her glass. "I have
only Podrick for help. And a few contacts here and there I will be calling.
Some favors that can be pulled." "Good. Call me with anything I can assist
with."
Podrick felt as if his head were exploding as he shoved his way through the
dark bar. He couldn't miss the tall sleek blonde next to the stumpy dwarf. Both
looked nearly reeling drunk but amicable. "Tyrion! Hey! We have been looking at
this all wrong! We started in the wrong place, we looked the wrong way! We have
to start over, look past the dragon, see the fucking spider!" Tyrion and Cersei
stared at Podrick, then wondered exactly how drunk they were.
***** Do Not Fuck With Me *****
Chapter Summary
     Let us talk a walk backwards, lets remember a group of very deadly
     kids, that are just that, kids. As Lord of the Flies taught us, a
     bunch of puberty ridden, screwed up children shouldn't have
     unsupervised hunting time.
There was the very real abyss for a full moment. One whole moment in time where
Damon hulked out and ate Ramsay. A frozen space where Ramsay wondered if he
would be forced to discipline Damon. Then in a low growl, "Why? You can't have
both of them. She is mine now, remember?" Ramsay smiled in such a way, if it
turned onto any other student, they would have complied in submission and fear.
Damon simply stared at Ramsay, waiting for a response. "I know Jeyne is your
pet. I don't give a damn, Scarlett. You can punish her later on. We are using
our last vacation night to hunt Jon. All of us have to be there. She can't be
there if you put her in the clinic, can she?"
Staring at Ramsay like he's lost his mind, Damon protested. "Are you joking?
Your father will kill us. He already told everyone how fragile Jon is, to treat
him carefully for awhile. Do you want us all to be in the basement? What the
fuck are you thinking, Ramsay?" "Don't question me, Damon. I don't like it.
Just make sure you and Jeyne are at the hunt, whole and healthy as can be.
Understand me?" Then an incredible, amazing, horrifying thing happened. "Damon
said no, Ramsay." All three boys turned slowly to stare in shock. Jeyne's eyes
were that glowing look again and her face was thinning. Hands became claws and
Damon had a moment where he just grinned. He had his own attack dog and was
that fear on Ramsay's face?
One large hand played gently in Jeyne's hair. "My warrior princess, are you
defending me?" Damon asked softly, enjoying the uneasy look on Ramsay's face.
"Don't you dare speak to me that way, Jeyne. You will apologize or I will flay
your face, hear me?" For the first time Ramsay can ever remember, Jeyne snarled
at him. "You don't own me. I show you Family loyalty and that is all. Master is
the only one I obey now. And he said no hunting." Ramsay has been pushed as far
as he could today. That momentary loss of control to Damon, worse to a girl who
spent countless months cowering for him was too much.
With a very soft voice, a steely gaze and somehow Ramsay seemed to grow larger,
he got control. "Damon, call your bitch off or I will see her killed. I will
make sure that my father orders you to slaughter her in the most savage way I
can think up. You know if I beg him enough, if it sounds like a good test,
he'll do it. And what a fun test that would be for him, I bet." Damon knew
Ramsay meant it and Roose would enjoy it. "Jeyne, hush. I have changed my mind.
A hunt sounds wonderful, Ramsay." Damon lowered his eyes as much as Jeyne did
until Ramsay was satisfied. "Don't ever challenge me again. Either of you. You
are both very lucky I am having this hunt. Otherwise, I would flay you both for
hours. Apologize."
Ramsay listened to the muttered sorry from both and stormed away. He snapped
his fingers, but Reek was already at his heels. Theon wanted no part of the
creepy couple. As terrified as he was of Ramsay's anger and jealousy, they were
worse. Ramsay would never rip him apart and kill him slowly. They would and
probably enjoy it. Shuddering, he nearly flew into Ramsay's room. "How dare
they? How fucking dare they? They want to mess with me? Everyone wants to fuck
with me today?" Ramsay fumed as Theon shut the door and leaned against it. He
watched his Master pace and began to sweat in fear. The no punishing before a
hunt rule may not extend to him.
A huge fist slammed into the door right next to Theon's face. "Why are you such
a faithless whore? How dare you touch that weakened little slut of my father's?
Answer me, Reek! Did you forget who you belonged to? Did you FORGET YOUR NAME?
DID YOU FORGET ME?" Reek cried out in terror and tried to answer. "No! Master,
please, my name is Reek, I belong to you! I didn't forget, I didn't! He hugged
me, I didn't hug him. I just stayed to make sure he was okay. Then he cried on
me, that was all. I never touched him, I swear it!" Ramsay grabbed Reek by his
throat and cut off his air. Then kissed him hard, while Theon jerked and
struggled for oxegyn. Ramsay didn't stop until he felt his pet start to go
limp.
He dropped his pet to the floor then lay next to him. Pulling the coughing,
half delirious boy into his embrace, Ramsay whispered. "Tonight I am going to
give you your first hunting costume. You will be a hound, a hunting hound. And
I want you to chase down Jon, you will bite him, until he bleeds everywhere. If
I could I would have you rip out his throat, but father would be very upset.
But you will make sure he is brutalized by my savage hound. Or else I won't
believe what you just told me. Then I am going to flay two toes and make them
rot before removing them. Do you understand me, Reek?" "Yes, Master." Reek wept
with shame, knowing he will obey. What is he becoming?
After dinner, the staff retreated for this last night, as always, to town for
dinner. As always, the students have pizza that was ordered from town for their
last vacation dinner. They lazed about until the staff were all gone then led
Jon down to the forest. "No bonfire tonight and not much party time either. The
adults won't be gone more than two hours, so let's go straight to costumes."
Jon stood where he was told to, confused about what they were doing. "Is..is
this part of your rituals?" He tried to ask Theon but received no response. Jon
kept his eyes on Jeyne, her outfit terrified him. Until he saw what Ramsay
looked like, then the others all around him.
Even the gentlest person he has met so far was scary. Theon's face was given a
snarling look with make up. And it seems that Ramsay has applied steel tipped
points on his teeth. Never mind the razor tipped claws on the strange furry
mittens. Jon ran fast, fueled by sheer terror but he was no match for this
group of hunters. Jeyne had to be pulled back twice by Damon who was afraid she
might kill the boy. Ramsay urged Theon until he bit the boy so many times, he
was crimson. By the time that Ramsay pulled them back it was too late. Jon was
beyond their reach, shuddering, foaming at the mouth. And missing some pieces.
Damon winced and yanked hard on Jeyne's blood soaked hair. "You had to take out
an eye? Vengeful bitch." he growled. Of course, it was Ramsay's pet that bit
two fingers off the boy. They were so fucked.
***** Sorry Father, We Have Sinned *****
Chapter Summary
     "It wasn't fair at all. Why should Roose have his star pupil all to
     himself, his own boy plus this other? I had no child, I could only
     watch my star pupil from a distance. I could never have my ginger
     girl to myself. Why should I sacrifice when he did not have to?"
     Petyr sneered as he took a sip of his drink. It took him longer than
     usual to fall asleep that night. Even knowing how Roose pays now,
     isn't enough. Jail and execution might not be enough. Jon's death
     wasn't enough, it didn't pay for the loss of Sansa. He dreamed of
     driving away with a young pregnant ginger haired girl. They married
     and raised children that never knew a day of strife or fear.
They tried everything they could think of, but when the staff got home, they
had to come clean. There was no way to hide the crawling, mewling thing Jon had
become. All of the staff stood in shock and stared at what had become of a new
student.
Clearing his throat, Styr said gruffly, "What the hell are we supposed to do
with that? It doesn't look too fixable for school." Petyr shook his head and
said firmly, "No, Jon cannot attend classes. I think it best if we put him out
of his misery. However, I do believe that we can punish those responsible. I am
sure confident that between student support and Locke, you shall all suffer
greatly for this." Petyr glared at each squirming student and then waved a
hand.
Roose grabbed Ramsay's collar and said softly, "You will pay for this. I want
to know why, before I lock you in the basement." Ramsay paled and stammered
out, "I am sorry father. I never meant it to go this far. He was hugging Reek
and I lost my temper. We just meant it to be a hunt, like Reek's..a little
rougher maybe."
Thrusting Ramsay away from him, Roose spoke so carefully. "Get with the others
and suffer your consequences from staff. Later though, you and I will be
speaking. Do not dare attempt to hide from me, Ramsay. If I have to search you
out, I'll have Styr and Tormund take your own pet on a hunt. Get away from me."
"Roose, let me handle this you are too emotionally attached." Petyr said
softly. "Qyburn, get a shot of morphine ready." Shaking his head, Roose said,
"Set up an IV drip, Qyburn. I will carry him into the clinic for you. I want
him stabilized, I can bring him downstairs when he is ready." Petyr stared at
Roose and argued, "Roose. It's over, the boy is useless to us. He is broken in
every way, not like Jeyne. You got him to kill once and he remembered
everything. It broke him. If its a fuck toy you want so badly, get a new
patient."
Nearly striking him, Roose snarled, "Fuck off, Petyr. I am allowed few
pleasures, at least let me have this one without your interference. You have
always had Sansa, she is even going to be here as a student. I was cheated of
Jon as a student, at least let me have this." Petyr hissed in sudden fury.
"In what way have I ever had Sansa? I have watched helplessly as we tormented
her, as her father and brother raped her! I had to sit through Lysa and Cat
treating her like shit all her life! When she gets here, you know I cannot
touch her then either. Mustn't spoil our plans, mustn't ruin your fucking
research. So don't dare try that with me, Roose. Fine, keep the boy for now,
but don't lose focus." Roose had already walked away, leaving Petyr fuming.
***** A Girl Of Stone *****
Chapter Summary
     Goodbye notes were left for the younger siblings. Cat had taken them
     out on a trip to the park while Petyr took Sansa. The mother and
     daughter never said goodbye at all. Neither of them cared and years
     later, it was only Cat that regretted it.
Sansa let her hair whip into the wind and raised her face high to catch the
sun. It did nothing to truly warm the pale complexion and her face had the
emotion of a statue. Petyr's whispers were like the wind and Sansa cared little
for it at the moment. She wanted just a moment to feel the freedom from her
mother. To never again have to see her mother or think of her was the only
thing that could make her shed a tear. The further away Petyr drove, the
lighter Sansa felt. Slowly, she allowed the world to sink in. Blurred things
became clearer and then Sansa let colors come back last.
"Are you listening to me at all, Sansa?" asked Petyr as he pulled into a small
diner parking lot. "Yes, I heard everything you told me for the third time."
She responded getting out and painfully stretching her limbs out. "No need for
rudeness, dear. We will talk more while we eat." Taking her arm, Petyr steered
her inside. As they ate Petyr told Sansa about each of the students. Strengths
and weaknesses of each.
"The boys are going to attempt to dominate and rape you. The girls will
intimidate and bully you. It is essential that you try and beat them each down
on their own first. Ramsay of course, that is different. He is Roose's son and
you must let him do as he will. However, you may fare differently then the
others for two reasons. You are a predator inside truly, he has no interest in
other predators. Also, he has a new pet, this one Ramsay seems quite obsessed
with. He has eyes only for him right now."
Sansa looked at Petyr and a smile played on those cold lips. "Really? You run
the school along with his father. Can't you just tell Ramsay to leave me
alone?" She blinked with interest as Petyr stiffened then cleared his throat.
"I need to keep Roose on my good side, love. So we just let Ramsay have his
fun. As I said, he won't have any interest right now, he is all about his new
pet Theon." Shrugging her shoulder as if she could care, Sansa went to stand.
Suddenly, her hand was in a crushing grip and she turned to look at Petyr. "And
to answer the question, yes. Yes, I could make sure that Ramsay didn't touch
you. I could make sure that not a single student even looked at you. But then
you wouldn't learn anything would you? You would never have the chance to learn
to defend yourself. This is not you running away, Sansa. This is your chance to
learn how to be the predator, not the prey. You have no idea how much I have
sacrificed so that you may have this."
***** Prisoner Class *****
The next seven days were living hell for the students. Never has the school
been cleaner or more organized. Not a knee remained unbruised and free of rash
while scouring floors with cleanser. Students had burning lungs and irritated
eyes from bleach as they cleaned. They had blisters from chopping wood and
mowing lawns, repairing fences. Allergies abounded as cobwebs and dust were
removed along with fungus in corners no one even traveled.
In between unending chores were back breaking classes with staff. These were
not to learn anything but obedience. Locke would hold a whip, billy club, or
riding crop. He would rapid fire ask questions on any subject they had learned
this year. Any wrong answer and a beating ensued. Since no student learned at
the same rate, no one could answer all the questions. All of them would be
crying and bloody when the class ended. Styr had them picking rocks and weeds,
digging and pruning till the gardens were perfect. Tormund gave them grueling
track runs and different calisthenics until two or more would faint.
Then came the worst part of all. After they were allowed to shower and eat
their dinner, came Petyr and Roose. When they had entered Petyr's classroom, he
was not alone. Dr. Bolton stood there with some items. "Since you have all
enjoyed traumatizing someone to a quivering mass, we might as well make it a
learning experience. So Dr. Bolton has kindly offered to assist me. If need be,
Styr and Tormund can help as well. We shall discuss different forms of torture
and how effective they were. It will be class participation, of course."
From water-boarding to sexual torture the students were reduced to begging
wrecks. It was random who was picked for what but everyone had a turn at the
torment. The two that received the worst were Damon and Ramsay. Both were
chastised in front of all for their actions with Jon. They received shock
treatments, flaying and then the worst thing of all. With Petyr on one side and
Roose on the other, a syringe and some words. Theon watched with horror and
tears, begging them to stop softly. Jeyne's reaction was much worse, it took
Tormund and Styr to hold her down and away from her screaming Master. 
Both were strapped in chairs, both drugged and both seeing a scenario. It was
real to them, so real and horrific as they screamed and thrashed. "DAMON! I AM
HERE, RIGHT HERE! YOU BASTARDS, YOU FUCKERS, YOU ASSHOLES, YOU DEMONS!" Damon
couldn't hear her, well he could but the screaming just went into the world he
saw. The world where he was murdering Jeyne in the woods. Ramsay heard his pet
begging and he tried so hard to stop himself. Wailing in sad horror, Ramsay
ripped his boy's throat out and drank the blood.
For hours after they were roused from the nightmare, they shook and cried.
Jeyne held Damon, who kept begging her to forgive him for killing her. Ramsay
wouldn't let go of his pet, even following him to the bathroom. For the first
time, Theon willingly gave his Master true affection and wanted to soothe him.
"I would never kill you, Reek. I swear it. You would never do anything to make
me kill you. Do you believe me?" Nodding, Theon hugged Ramsay and whispered, "I
believe you. I am yours. Why would you kill what is yours?" Soothed, Ramsay
buried his face in his pet's curls. "I love your hair. Don't cut it, let it
stay long." Without any thought to it, Theon responded, "Yes Master."
One week after the kids finally all healed from the punishments they were told
a new student was coming in. Theon peeked up nervously at Ramsay to see if it
had upset him. Smiling down at his pet, Ramsay gave him a small piece of his
toast. "Don't worry, I am not upset. Eat your breakfast, Reek." Obediently and
without comment, Reek went back to his fruit. Leaning against Ramsay's leg, he
noticed that he was starting to think of himself as Reek. It scared him half to
death. An even scarier thing appeared and at the sight of the shoes, Reek
whimpered. He backed under the table and hid between Ramsays legs. Ignoring the
timid creature, Petyr looked at Ramsay and said, "Can Damon control Jeyne or
should I have her sedated?" Arching an eyebrow Ramsay longed to ask why but
thought better of it. "Yes, I think so. I can have us all overwhelm her if need
be."
Petyr nodded and said, "This girl is very special to me, Ramsay. I know you
will hunt her in your tradition. I am aware of what she must go through in
here. However, if what happens to Jon, happens to Sansa, you will all regret it
dearly. What you dreamed last week will be a reality for you. And that will
only be the beginning of what hell I will wreak upon you. Is that understood?
Make her earn her place but do not dare break her. Jeyne lives here because of
Sansa and Jon. She will try and go after her right away. When she does, pull
her back if she goes too far. Talk to Damon, make sure he understands to
control her or he will have a nightmare turned real as well." Ramsay nodded and
coaxed Reek back out after Petyr walked away. "Don't worry, sweetie. I will
never let him hurt you, I promise." Theon has seen what Petyr can do and isn't
so sure that was a promise Ramsay could keep.
Jeyne began to growl as soon as Ramsay mentioned the name. Damon growled deeper
and leaned over Jeyne with menace. "Shut up and listen." A large hand hauled
the girl against him and she went quiet, but still tensed. "Sansa is under
Petyr's protection. She can be hunted like always, we can give her the usual
new student hell as always, but that is all. Jeyne cannot just see her and try
to murder her. Not if you don't want Petyr to make you kill her for real this
time." Damon turned pale then nodded. "She will behave, I'll make sure of it."
Jeyne made another growl but softer this time. It was enough for Damon to
backhand her halfway across the room. "YOU ARE GOING TO BEHAVE! YOU WILL NOT
MAKE ME GO THROUGH YOUR DEATH AGAIN!" "YOU CAN'T DECIDE THAT FOR ME! ITS MY
KILL, DAMON! SHE IS MINE AND PETYR CAN TAKE HIS VOODOO DOCTOR-" As the whip
cracked, Ramsay dragged Reek out of the room.
Three days later Ramsay waited at the door as Petyr walked a pretty ginger
haired girl up the steps. Next to him was his Reek, pressed against his side.
Since his terrible torture in front of his pet, Reek has been accepting not
just out of fear. Ramsay has responded by allowing his pet to be pleasured
during their sex. It is no longer Theon just meekly submitting to Ramsay and
enduring it. Now the pet was eager to climb into the bed with Ramsay and was
more affectionate in public as well. Ramsay actually was annoyed that he must
deal with this rather than play with his loving Reek. When Petyr introduced
Sansa to Ramsay and Reek, he forced his charm to cover his irritation.
***** Welcome To The Family *****
Chapter Summary
     Alarms rang, fires burned across the moat as the GREY STATUE STONE
     WITCH came forth. Warriors in black onyx snarled, foaming, drooling
     with fury. It took every piece of willpower for the Queen not to
     announce the attack. The looming dark knight over her had his greased
     whip at the ready, waiting for that twitch that would betray her. I
     will not be punished in front of this enemy, I will not let others
     see how this affects me or that I am cowed. Sansa will die by my
     awful vengeance. Just not yet, not while her cruel Lord was watching,
     not while the whispering shadows lurk. Now if only the voices were
     not whispering in her head so loudly, she could concentrate.
Ramsay's charm seemed to be working in a general sense. The girl smiled or gave
a response whenever it seemed appropriate to do so. However, an actor knows its
kind, so does a predator. Normally, this would have intrigued Ramsay, but he
was more interested in watching his little Reek. The poor thing was terrified
to even look at a new student, afraid his Master would hurt him. Sansa greeted
the staff courteously and with extreme grace. Styr and Tormund grinned down at
her and Tormund drawled, "Another fancy one? Make sure to ask Joff if we treat
rich little kids any different than our poorest student." Locke wasn't much
nicer about his greeting and simply spoke sharply. "You will be in class on
time every day. I don't have any problem disciplining young ladies as harshly
as the young men. The library is by permission only." Sansa looked at Ramsay
and asked, "Is this how they usually are?" Chuckling, Ramsay explained, "This
is their normal way, yes, but not on the first day usually. We did something to
greatly piss them off the other week and well, you are paying for it too." "I
see, well what did you all do that I must pay for?" She asked lightly and Reek
made a tiny sound.
Sansa watched curiously as Ramsay spun to stare at the boy walking with him.
"Reek, is something wrong?" The words were asked gently but Sansa could detect
a threat lurking there. Theon cringed low and shook his head. "Then stop
whimpering and be quiet like a good pet." In a near whisper Reek managed,
"Sorry Master." Satisfied, Ramsay led Sansa onward towards the cafeteria where
the students were having lunch. "The dining hall is over here, most of the kids
will be in there. There aren't many of us so you shouldn't feel too awkward."
Sansa nodded but took a deep breath, hoping she was up to this. Upon entering
the spacious but very austere looking room, she saw Dr. Bolton and Petyr. They
were at a table near the wall, both looked up briefly. She recalled Petyr
telling her that they would not interfere with the students socially. Even if
they all beat her down or verbally destroyed her. Sansa must learn the same way
all the students did and suffer in the same ways as well. Since she already
knew Petyr and Roose had already been introduced, there was no need to speak
with them. Allowing Ramsay to steer her towards the group of students, Sansa
looked among them.
Petyr had shown Sansa pictures of each of the students and she placed them.
Only two were not with the others in a loose group of tables. The two she knew
were the most dangerous to her right now. There in a corner was the large boy
and a freakish thin creature. Sansa blinked in horror and incredible sadness at
what has become of her friend. A surge of self loathing and a brighter fury at
Petyr and the doctor for what they have all done. Petyr had tried to delicately
explain that Jeyne was different now. That she was mostly quiet and obedient,
but could have a very dangerous side. That there was a very good chance that
she will not react well to seeing Sansa.  It was hard to believe this was the
little girl that Sansa had tea parties with. That would run screeching to
cannon ball into the pool every summer and jumped on their beds in ruffled
pajamas. This ghost of a girl was wearing a medieval style dress, as if she
were a princess. Her long black hair covered everything, including the girl's
face, only hints of pale skin. And one eye that burned straight through Sansa.
Now it was her turn to make a sound of distress that had Ramsay and Reek
looking at her. Ramsay followed her gaze and gave a bright sadistic smile.
"Jeyne is a little different than the others. I heard you were the best of
friends once. I wouldn't try to rekindle that if I were you. Damon keeps her
like a chained feral bitch, but she slips that leash sometimes. I would try to
avoid her if you can."
A low growl was emanating from that stiff, unmoving doll then another more
terrifying growl came from the large boy. He glared at Jeyne until she went
silent. Then he stared at her until she continued to eat her meal and kept her
eyes down. Sansa silently kept moving with Ramsay towards the group of
students. She would have to trust that Damon would keep Jeyne from coming for
her. Sansa wasn't sure how to deal with Jeyne yet and focused on the task ahead
of her. Ramsay gave his usual introductions, including the telling of their
main crimes. Sansa greeted each of them and then went straight for her target.
Joff was snared instantly, a girl who not only was pretty and noticed him
first, but one that was of his class in society. The others will have a harder
time attacking Sansa if she were on the arm of one of their own. Joff might be
a sadistic little prick according to Petyr, but one easily manipulated. Within
minutes, Ramsay was released from his tour guide duties as Joff walked Sansa
about. Heaving a sigh of relief, Ramsay sat down and pulled his pet into his
lap. "You are such a nervous thing, Reek." Ramsay taunted softly as his pet
leaned against him. "I just want to be good, Master." Theon was relieved that
Ramsay didn't seem angry, he was afraid his gasp earlier would be cause for
punishment. "I know you do, Reek. So I am only going to spank you for that
little outburst earlier in front of our new family member."
Roose idly observed his son causing the whole table to burst out laughing as he
began to spank Theon over his lap. The poor boy cried but Ramsay didn't over do
it. By the time Locke had wandered over to see what the commotion was from the
kitchen, it was over. Damon laughed as he looked away as Locke stood over
Ramsay yelling. Reek was curled crying under the table and Ramsay was staring
up at Locke with shining innocence. That's when Damon noticed Jeyne was gone.
At best she might have gone to bathroom with a fork, at worse, she was after
Sansa Stark. Fuck. Damon was glad he thought to wear his whip today, in fact,
he had been encouraged to by Petyr. He tried to look casual as he left the room
but Petyr and Roose were watching him. Dammit, he was sure that Jeyne wouldn't
have dared anything after the last whipping. He didn't stop until Tormund and
Styr dragged him off her. Once Jeyne had been seen by the doctor for patching,
she had sent her key via Ros for Damon to be released from the cabinet.
Scowling, Tormund released Damon and told him he was keeping the key this time.
It had taken Damon an hour to track down Jeyne, who was hiding. She was
crouched low behind the rabbit hutches, lost in her own world. Damon leaned
over her and made the mistake of startling her. Jeyne reacted by biting nearly
through his hand and Damon had bit her back.
Damon whipped her again then raped her there in the barn. He has kept her in
line since then, far more controlling than ever before. She chafed under it but
had given in for the most part. Anger roared through him that Jeyne had dared
to defy him over such a huge thing, even after swearing to behave. He needed to
find her before she did something that would cause Petyr and Roose to become
involved. A scream full of anguish and fear came tearing down the hall and he
started to run. Yanking the whip out from his belt, he thundered towards the
sound of Jeyne screaming. Fear and fury gave him extra speed and he got there
before the staff and students that followed. Stopping dead at the incredible
sight before him, Damon's fear overcame his fury. "No. No, wait, don't! Jeyne,
I want you to put that fucking thing down right now. Listen to your Master, put
the safety on and put the gun on the floor." The poise and way too cautious
tone from Damon stopped the others.  Petyr looked past the boy and saw Jeyne
with a gun against her head. Next to him was Roose who was coldly smirking,
watching with detached interest at the drama ahead. 
***** Power Struggles Among The Puppets And Masters *****
The impossibly large boy moved as if he were tiptoeing over a mine field.
"Jeyne, I am ordering you to put the safety on the gun. Don't you dare to defy
me." His voice was even but it was still a growl, a threat, a command. She
twitched as if given shocks, contorting herself but her gun hand remained
strangely frozen. "Damon...I can't...the voices...I saw the gun, took it to
kill Sansa but I wanted to obey...I wanted to be good...then the voices took my
arm. Bye Damon." Petyr came closer but Damon was now directly in front of the
girl, staring her down. "NO! WHO AM I, JEYNE? RIGHT NOW, WHO AM I?" Another
small contortion and this time the gun hand trembled slightly. "Master. You are
my Master. But the voices.." Damon very slowly moved his hands, used them to
move the hair out of her face. Then those hands held her face gently and those
eyes clashed. The castle was in full alert, full battle and the causalities
were so high.
"Fuck those voices, Jeyne. I am your Master, I am the only voice you need to
listen to. You only have to fear me. You only obey me, pet. Put the gun down, I
will punish you and then I will sing the whole Labyrinth soundtrack for you
while you cry." Jeyne whimpered and Damon could see her trying to stop herself.
"Obey me." A hitching sob and Jeyne said very softly, "Master, could you please
take this gun away? I..I cant let it go...I am trying to move my finger off the
trigger." Hiding a huge wave of relief, Damon spoke carefully. "Yes, good girl.
Move your finger away, a little more...good Jeyne, now I am going to put my
hand on yours. Stay calm and still, you can do that, can't you?" Damon moved
with extreme caution and wrapped his large hands around hers and the gun. "Can
you move your other fingers yet, Jeyne?" His voice was calm and soothing, his
touch the most gentle Jeyne has ever experienced. Her Master is trying to be
kind, to help her, her large deadly knight was trying to save her. The voices
were becoming like paper and Damon's voice was ripping through them. Also the
other whispers surrounding the castle were back. They were warmer though still
deadly, but they were better than the cold alien voices hissing to pull the
trigger.
Petyr had gone around to stand on the other side of Jeyne, whispering softly in
her ear. Jeyne's hand slid away and Damon took the gun from her. In a second
Styr snatched it from Damon and backed away from the trio at a clipped word
from Roose. Damon slumped against the wall, his forehead resting against it,
just trying to stop shaking. "Jeyne? Where did you find that gun, love?" asked
Petyr, gently turned her to face him. "On my bed, in my room. It was on my bed,
a gift so I could kill Sansa. Damon told me I couldn't kill her though. I tried
really hard, it was a battle, so many wounded, dead even. The castle got
breached and the ice demon got right past the whispers, past the knight. It
took my arm and I couldn't stop, so I screamed. I screamed but it took my arm
and I-" Just then Damon lunged and tore the babbling girl from Petyr's grasp.
Shaking her violently, she looked like a rag doll, flailing everywhere. "YOU
NEVER, EVER TOUCH A WEAPON WITHOUT PERMISSION! NOT A FORK, NOT A FUCKING GUN!
YOU DON'T DECIDE TO HURT YOURSELF OR KILL YOURSELF, I DECIDE WHEN YOU HURT,
WHEN YOU DIE! BAD GIRL!" Jeyne let out a wail of apology but Damon roared
louder. "YOU ARE GOING TO BE SORRY, VERY VERY SORRY BEFORE I FINISH WITH YOU!"
As Petyr tried to get close enough to gain Damon's attention, the enraged boy
twisted hard on Jeyne's arm. The crack was loud enough to make them all wince
and her scream was piercing. "TRY RAISING THE GUN WITH YOUR ARM NOW, JEYNE!"
It took Styr, Tormund and Locke to drag Damon down to Student Support. "Ramsay,
get Jeyne to Qyburn to fix that broken arm. The rest of you all get to your
afternoon chores or your homework! Now!" Petyr glared until the students all
wandered off. Ramsay and Reek helped walk the wailing ghost girl to the
infirmary. Once everyone but Roose had left the hallway, Petyr turned to face
him. Roose simply stared blankly at Petyr and waited, bored. "Did you think
that was funny? Was it meant to be a joke or a threat, friend?" Tilting his
head and giving a cold smirk Roose said, "You threatened my son over that girl.
You threatened him over both girls actually. So it didn't matter if it was
Sansa or Jeyne's head that blew off, really. I didn't count on Damon having
that much impact on her yet. Perhaps I should have questioned him more
extensively on his relationship with her.  After all, why should you be the one
in charge of this test when I am more qualified for it. With chasing your
ginger girl around, you won't be able to focus on your pet project anyway." A
mask slipped away and Petyr was no longer the smooth con man with a great
talent for hypnosis. This was a snarling thing full of dreadful rage and he
slammed the other man against the wall. Roose hit with a thud and his mask fell
as well. It was like two raptors locked in a death embrace, each baring teeth
longing to rip through the others neck. 
Qyburn gave the girl not just painkiller but a heavy dose of sedative. He was
quite leery of her, having seen the damage Jeyne has caused others. "Ramsay,
you will stay until I am done. If she needs restraining, I want both you boys
right here on her." With a sigh, Ramsay stood there, bored. Theon snuggled into
Ramsay's side and whispered. "Was she really going to kill herself?" Shrugging,
Ramsay said, "I don't know. She cuts, but she never wanted to die before. And
she really likes Damon, she wouldn't want to leave him." Reek stayed silent a
moment then offered another thing. "She said it was the voices. Every time
something violent with Jeyne happens, she says its the voices." Ramsay shifted
nervously and snapped at his pet. "Hush right now. Are you already so bored
with your Master that you would rather make up mysteries in your head?" Reek
stared up at Ramsay's angry eyes and stammered, "I am never bored with you,
please. I am sorry Master." He laid his head on Ramsay's chest and trembled.
How horrible must the truth be and Reek knew if it was enough to scare Ramsay,
he didn't want to know.
Ramsay stroked his pet's hair and calmed himself down. The gun was his
father's, he recognized it and he saw the rage on Petyr's face when he saw it
too. Ramsay used to beat Jeyne even worse than Damon does now. One of the main
reasons was because she would talk of those fucking voices. He hated it, it
enraged him because Ramsay knew those voices well. The whispers were bad, but
the voices were like blades of ice slicing through. With the whispers, it was
hard to hear what they were saying, it made it easier. Ice voices ripped you
into it and made you watch. Ramsay stared at the half dozing girl and wondered
how she managed to defy the ice voice. Did the whispers drown it out? Was it
Damon? Or did Jeyne manage it on her own? Ramsay planned to find out, he wanted
a weapon against it. Then he will tell the others how to use it and who will be
in charge then?
"If you ever threaten to kill Damon, Jeyne or Sansa again, I will start with
Jon and finish with Ramsay. Do you understand me, Roose? Don't play fucking
games with me, I am better at them. Remember? Do you need another lesson in
that? I think you do." Petyr flung himself away from Roose and quickly walked
away. Roose was the picture of calm as he walked back towards his office, no
one would know how chilling Petyr's threat of a lesson was to Roose.
Later that night, it was quiet though no one was asleep yet. Joff and Sansa
were sitting in the garden, having paid a handsome fee to Styr for its use.
They strolled arm in arm, speaking in cultured tones of cultured things that
neither cared about anymore. Every now and then they would stop to kiss. Above
them in a balcony alcove were Damon and Jeyne. She curled in his large lap, her
arm in a cast up to her shoulder as he sang Labyrinth to her. That alcove led
into the library where Locke was enjoying a book and scotch. Across the hall
Tormund and Styr were playing a confiscated Xbox game that involved shooting
and screaming. Petyr had observed Ramsay and Reek watching a movie with Ben and
Ros. As he finished doing his last bit of work for the night, he heard Myranda
and Skinner fucking in a closet. After flushing them out and sending them to
have sex upstairs in private, Petyr went to his room.
Roose had taken precautions of course. He had locked every window and door of
every room he would use that evening. Also, ignoring the looks from Tormund, he
ordered him to go over and through each of the rooms. Nothing was baited,
bugged and no latch was undone. He wore his loaded gun and had his blades as
well. Jaqen may take all the pride in it he would like, but the genes for
talent with a blade really lay with Roose. He had locked himself into the
windowless bathroom, that was in his locked lab. Yet when Roose unlocked the
door and came out it was to unwelcome company. A full black bodysuit, black
boots, black gloves, black hood over the strangers head. It became a blur then
as fists and kicks came too fast too defend against. As soon as Roose curled up
the man walked away silently. Groaning, Roose tried to crawl away even as he
knew it would be useless. He didn't even try for the door, he knew the beating
might go closer to killing if he did. Instead, Roose was heading further into
his lab, hoping to hide under equipment while he reached his blades. His gun
was ripped out by one of those fast fists during the initial attack. He didn't
even get too far under the x-ray table before his ankles were grabbed and
yanked. Roose came lunging up with his blades ready to slice.
***** Roose Bolton's Three Days of Questioning (Day Two) *****
Chapter Summary
     LOOSEY GOOSEY ROOSEY! GOOD MORNING OLD FELLA, LETS MOVE THOSE OLD
     CREAKY BONES FOR YA! HERE WE ON, NO DON'T BOTHER WITH A ROBE, NO ONE
     HERE CARES! DO YOU ALL DARLINGS? WE ALL ENJOY YOUR PISS ERECTION
     BOBBING FROM THOSE GRAY PUBES, LOOK BOYS, IT'S LIKE A DAVE MATHEWS
     CONCERT DOWN THERE! TIME FOR A SHOWER, MY DOCTOR QUACK QUACK. SO LETS
     MAKE LIKE A RUBBER DUCKY AND GET YOU YOUR BATH TIME! CAN'T BE LATE
     FOR YOUR SECOND DAY OF QUESTIONING, THE PUBLIC NEEDS TO HEAR, NEEDS
     TO KNOW! AND IF THEY COULD JUST SEE THEIR WAY TO LETTING US ALL SEE
     YOUR EXECUTION, DUDE, I WILL JACK OFF SO MANY TIMES THAT NIGHT, YOU
     KNOW, I MIGHT JUST HAVE IT FALL OFF FROM IT.
There was more than just "The Killer Family" as you have dubbed us! Do you have
any idea how hard it is to train a teen to do anything? Even with drugs,
hypnosis and therapy, it can take years and the results are shaky. It all
starts slowly, so many skills must be taught, thoughts have to be implanted,
emotions suppressed. Each child was better at certain skills and ethics level.
They started to group together as we expected them to. Due to the small social
hostile setting they were in, they already had no natural friends. So they
would gravitate towards their partner in common.
Joff, Skinner and Myranda were good at creeping and killing. Excellent at
torture as well. However, they did not take directions well and were dumb
animals. None of these would ever put a gun against the head of a president.
But they could help a dictator take over a country. See? There was so much
possibility if it had worked out.
The next two were Ben and Ros. They could pick any lock, hack any computer, it
was sad how brilliant they were. Had either had a normal life before they came
to me, they would have been called Geeks, I believe. They would have won
science fairs, loved fantasy, gone to fancy tech schools. Instead I had two
children that someday I would have help me dismantle anything I wanted. And
they could build. You name the type of bomb and they had an answer for you. We
only had a few chances for them to use their bombs, I do regret that. I really
did want them to feel the joy of it. I am not a complete monster, I was their
father and I did care.
(Remember that circus Stannis didn't want and Davos knew would happen?)
I see no point in continuing to talk if I am constantly interrupted like that!
Why are you allowing those people to scream and throw things at me? Your Honor
I agreed to these three days with the understanding that I would get my say.
This is not a monarchy and you are not king! You can't just decide what I
should be treated like! See that man right there, he is the prison torturer
that just now threw that candy bar at me! No, I was not hungry and he was not
trying to feed me! Your Honor, is Mr. Davos even supposed to speak directly to
me? This is unfair, lawyer! Do something, do your damned job! Oh, I'm sorry. My
screaming my rights over your tiny voice to match that tiny body is distressing
to you? Make this stop or I won't speak anymore. Only the reporters will hear
my side then. Fine. Thank you.
Utterly preposterous.
Sorry.
Fine.
Thank you. 
The next two pairs we expected in level but not the way it turned out. We did
not expect to find a level of actual true empathy or love to it. The others
rutted and became companions, but never romantic. Or what these kids could see
as a form of romance. My son Ramsay took Theon as his pet and that was not
surprising. Ramsay was desperate for a connection and owning this boy did that
for him. I was relieved because every child I brought in was subjected to a
"pet audition" so to speak. He nearly broke a few of the students and when
Theon became what Ramsay wanted, it became a little more peaceful for him.
Ramsay was a charmer and an excellent con man. He worked that boy of his until
Theon could use those large blue eyes to hook a person. Between the two of
them, they could con a couple out of their entire savings. They could fight
well, sneak well, rob any location. Both had their weaknesses of course. Theon
couldn't torture, Ramsay tended to take things too far. These could change, we
could have worked on it until they were perfect. However, unlike the other
pairings, they would save each other, think of each others safety first. They
had managed in their own screwed up way to find a real relationship with each
other. Theon was clearly the submissive and did anything he was told or was
hurt for it. However, as Theon learned how evade and kill, he could have tried
to challenge Ramsay's authority over him. He never did, instead the boy seemed
to actually love Ramsay. And my son honestly believed that he loved him back.
I have put them both under many times in a state where they would be incapable
of lying and asked that very question. Do you honestly believe that you love
him? Each of them said yes. We tried to manipulate that relationship a few
times, even by throwing in Sansa eventually. It never mattered, even at
Ramsay's worst, Theon loved him. Even if Ramsay felt Theon had betrayed him in
some way, he still loved his pet. They both allowed Sansa to join their
relationship, but they only loved each other. Sansa was more stabilizer between
them or at least that is what her job was.
I digress, let me have some water please.  Fine. Thank you.
The next surprising pair was Damon and Jeyne. Two very troubled children that I
had made very dangerous. I think we had no idea how truly dangerous we had made
them. By the time we saw what we had created, we didn't have the time or luxury
to explore it. They were very noticeable at the school. I am sure you have seen
that picture one of the students took during vacation time. Terrifying, isn't
it? It looks like the boogeyman and an Asian ghost standing side by side. Give
them the right equipment and orders, the right training. They became anything,
something you would never know. The two of them have wiped out banks,
restaurants and old widows, just for a start. Jeyne could become air, never
heard or seen, hearing everything I would want to know. Damon could become a
college prep student or club bouncer, someone you could ignore. They tortured
with a quiet glee and both would kill you before you saw the blade.
Though when allowed to make their own choices, it is always a bloodbath. Jeyne
was so much more damaged than Damon. He would try and keep her in line but the
girl was full of suppressed trauma. When Ned Stark was done with her, I can
tell you it took my private doctor hours to save her. She almost spent her life
with a colostomy bag. She also needed blood. And then to see his head blown off
onto her face, she never dealt with it. To be honest, I would not allow it. On
her own, she created a fantasy world that I always had to fight to penetrate to
reach her mind.
Petyr actually dealt better with her castles and warriors than I did. He sort
of made Jeyne and Damon his little project. I had Ramsay and Theon. I supposed
we had some competition between us in that way. What we both were shocked by,
was when they became linked romantically. Damon made Jeyne his pet and that
wasn't surprising. Neither were capable of any true relationship, we thought.
Damon was Ramsay's friend, they had bonded. So it was natural that Damon would
mimic Ramsay by making Jeyne his pet. Somehow the boy understood her castle
imagery and got through it. Jeyne wasn't just obeying him, she was talking to
him, arguing with him, truly communicating. It was mixed up, her words
sometimes made no sense, but he understood it. They nearly killed each other
many times, but they truly cared for each other. They saved each other many
times at the risk of ruining a job. Yet, even I have to admit that together
they were a glorious little team and we could've done so much with them.
Then there was Sansa. She was our wildcard. Well, Petyr's other project
actually. He has loved this girl since she was born and I never totally
understood it. I understood the impulse and obsession, but never really
understood why this one girl only? Petyr wanted revenge on the Starks, but he
held back so much because of this girl. And yet for all his expressing love for
her, he has allowed her to go through nightmares for her entire childhood. By
the time the girl made it to our school, I was amazed she wasn't twice as
broken as Jeyne. The girl was an emotionless void by then. She acted fine,
laughed when she should, cried when she should. Every emotion was an act,
underneath questioning she told me she wasn't Sansa anymore. That a statue was
all Sansa was now, a living breathing doll made of stone. Inside the stone was
a girl named Alayne Stone. And that young lady was very very angry indeed.
Inside the good girl was a very bad one and they fought daily for dominance.
You have all seen the results of when Alayne gets loose. Alayne is the one who
took all of Sansa's abuse and is always ready to give the abuse back.
This girl had an advantage over all others except Ramsay. She came into the
school prepared for what would happen. Petyr had carefully told her of the
school, the staff and students. He had given her their weaknesses and
strengths. I would not allow him to actually interfere in the students social
structures or power-plays. We never have. It is important for them to bully, to
cower, to fight for dominance. That is what animals do, it is what predators
and killers do. With the coaching, Sansa was able to hold her own for quite
some time.
She stayed with Joff and his companions. Acting like one of them to the best
she could, taking on challenges from the others. Some she won, some she lost
but most importantly, she learned. Sansa was like a sponge, took directions
well, learned fast it was wonderful. I had to agree with Petyr that she was an
excellent choice. That is really was worth what Petyr allowed her to go
through. Once Sansa killed Joff, she briefly moved to Ben. He was still a bit
lost from Ros's death at Joff's hands. Not used to working alone, the boy was
grateful for another partner. However, Sansa was smart, but she never got to
Ben's level and moved on soon. There wasn't a thought that Sansa could approach
Damon and Jeyne. Not if she wanted to keep herself alive. Deep anger and wounds
were there that Petyr and I were barely able to suppress in them. No, Sansa
went straight to Ramsay and Theon.  As soon as I saw them fumble for a
connection then find it, I was thrilled. I sealed it permanently by making Cat
agree to their marriage. Sansa became my daughter in law and I had the perfect
team. Between my little group and Petyr's couple we could do so much. I had
forgotten something though. I see what happened where it all started to
crumble. Petyr loved that girl and I took her away from him. So he let that
long invisible leash that I should have seen, go slack. He let Alayne Stone
burst free and got some revenge on me.  So if you really want to know how this
all fell, it was my partner's fault. Blame Petyr for what Sansa did to Walda
Frey, my new wife.
I just wanted to have someone to take into society on occasion. She was a
lovely woman and we were having triplets. We had just finished construction on
a house on the school grounds. I was thrilled, I loved being a father and
wanted to see what a husband would be like. Yes, yes, she was heavy set and not
very pretty and we all are aware she was rich. Of course we each a had a life
insurance policy on each other. I will say it one last time, I intended to be a
dutiful husband and raise my children. Are you all just that blood thirsty or
stupid? I used her money as her husband, I had no reason to kill her. She did
not mind anything I wanted to do to her or the children. I explained that they
would be raised according to whatever methods I chose. Walda agreed to it. She
was sweet and senseless, like a child. As long as I gave her sweets, books and
the internet she didn't care what I did. During sex, she was drugged and
thought she enjoyed every second of it. I certainly did. My son didn't like it
at all and fired Sansa up. Then all it took was a push from Petyr. I am
positive that he gave his push with a head full of revenge. The man never let a
go of a grudge. What Sansa did to poor Walda and those babies shocked me.
Truly. I wanted to murder her myself but both Petyr and Ramsay protected her.
Are you happy, Petyr? I see you sitting there, you bastard! Traitor! See what
you have brought us too? Why? I wish you would tell me why you helped me get so
far just to crash it all down. Why don't you tell me since it's over anyway?
Oh, shut up! Don't you dare throw anything, all of you just shut up!
THERE, RIGHT THERE! YOUR HONOR, HE JUST THREW A PENCIL AND I AM GOING TO
RETALIATE! MAKE IT STOP OR I REFUSE TO SPEAK ANYMORE!
I am going to my cell. Petyr, you come see me, tell me!
***** Naughty Children With Good Manners *****
Chapter Summary
     "Listen don't be so scared, just do what he says, okay? My
     Daddy..he..just do what he wants and it won't be too bad. Don't worry
     if you cry or scream, he likes it anyway. No, if you try and run or
     fight, he makes it worse! Please, just be good and do what he wants,
     okay? We will have ice cream for breakfast if you do this for me. It
     is too late to back out now, here he comes! Please, just be good,
     okay? Trust me, it won't be that bad, it happens to me all the time.
     Just go away in your head if it gets really bad that is what I do."
     "Sansa, I am scared, I want to go home. I changed my mind, I..I don't
     want to help you anymore! I don't understand why your Dad wants me to
     have no clothes. Why would he want me to cry or scream? Tell me what
     he is going to do, Sansa? Sansa?"
It was supper and the last of the spring sun was trying to cling to the
windows. Tonight Ros and Ben were on cafeteria duty, the rest of the students
ready to eat. Sansa carried her meal as well as Joff's and thread her way
through the small tables spread about. Most of the time they used the one long
table to all eat together at supper. Lunch and breakfast they are most likely
to eat in smaller pairs. However, when the moon is up, the predators pack
together while eating. As if protecting themselves while they are eating,
because like animals they are vulnerable. Ramsay had insisted that tonight
Damon and Jeyne try to sit with them. The last few weeks since Sansa came here,
Damon made sure that Jeyne kept her distance.  Ramsay didn't like them away
from each other during supper, it bothered him. Joff opposed the idea as did
Damon but as always Ramsay pulled alpha status. That was the end of it.
Sansa was nervous about it herself though she said nothing. So far Jeyne has
done very little about Sansa but this could change that. In fact, the only
times Jeyne has tried anything was in class with Locke. It is a room built with
everything in clusters. The desks in one cluster, the computers in another. Lab
tables in another area. It was a large room that made up for many smaller ones.
Sadly, Sansa and Jeyne learned at the same level so were always in the same
clusters. Jeyne could last awhile but eventually the stress of it wore on her
and she would act out. Mostly, she would throw things, destroy stuff or start
to curse at Locke. He reacted with his usual concern and would beat Jeyne with
whatever weapon he chose to carry that day. One time he had nothing in hand so
he simply beat her with her own book. Of course, if Locke had truly lost his
temper and the beating went on too long, Damon's shadow would cover over him.
Then student support had to be called because Damon threw the teacher into a
wall. It was a circus more than a classroom, when it wasn't a chamber of
horrors.
Just today another thing even more threatening happened. With a calmness that
no one believed, Jeyne rose to walk over to the old fashioned pencil sharpener.
Out of a hidden pocket came several new pencils that Jeyne spent time carefully
sharpening. Myranda started to yell that she couldn't concentrate with that
grinding sound. Locke gave Myranda three sharp whacks on the back with the
willow switch that Styr had brought him. "Shut the fuck up and stop with your
excuses. Try hard and get at least one multiplication table in your fucked up
head, would you?" Jeyne finished and carefully set her pile of sharpened
pencils on her desk. All of them had their points facing Sansa. Jeyne sat down
and opened her work book. With one eye on those pencils, Sansa went back to her
own work. Locke came by to see how far she has gotten and Sansa receives two
stinging blows. "You should be almost through with this by now. You weren't
this slow yesterday. Stop daydreaming of fancy things and get your work done."
The teacher moved and the pencil came hard, the point easily sinking into
Sansa's arm.
With a sigh, Locke snapped, "Damon, handle Jeyne. Ramsay, take Sansa to the
infirmary. Looks like detention with me in the library tonight, Jeyne. Shit,
you little fuckers just can't give me a break." Damon backhanded Jeyne out of
her seat then broke all her pencils while she watched sullenly. Her mouth
opened and Damon got in her face, his growl was fearsome. "Say one word, just
one." Jeyne shut her mouth with a snap but glared at Damon. He shoved her into
her seat. "Stick your face back in your hair and keep quiet. One more thing
Jeyne and it's the whip tonight. You hear me?" When Sansa returned to class
with a bandaged arm, Jeyne was calm again.  Most of the time, she barely moved
enough for anyone to know she wasn't a mannequin. Sansa would watch as Damon
moved her about and when the girl spoke it was usually only to Damon. If she
spoke to anyone else it was usually to curse them in upset, till Damon stopped
her.
Well, Sansa hoped that Damon was up to the challenge of the supper. She laughed
to herself when she saw they were having roast chicken for dinner. Of course it
had to be something that would put knives on the table. Yesterday they had beef
stew with pre-sliced bread, only butter knives on the table then. Sansa put
Joff's food down before him then gracefully sat down next to him. He did not
thank her, that was something he stopped doing one week into their
relationship. His real nature revealed itself quickly, she sort of pulled it
out of him. It was worse to wait for it to happen, Sansa already knew what kind
of person he was. What had bothered her the most about her father was how
normal he had seemed. How normal and happy the family appeared to everyone
else. Better to see the monster you are fighting up front and get it over with.
Sansa's own actions brought forth the demon in her new boyfriend. He took her
hunting and showed her how he liked to torture his prey. She gave wide eyes and
trembled as he wanted. When Joff took her roughly in the dirt, no consideration
given, she was ready for it. Sansa begged prettily for him to use a condom. He
sneered and told her he didn't have any and wasn't waiting to get one. "Please,
Joff, I brought one with me. Just in case..you had wanted to with me. See? I..I
hope I got the right size?"
The condom was a regular lubricated one, but the foil said it was for larger
men. This gave Joff such a boost that he kindly agreed to wear the condom
before having sex. Sansa pretend it was the best thing to ever happen but her
mind was far away. He was rough and liked to smack her while fucking her into
the dirt. The names he called her were disgusting and humiliating. Sansa
pretended to unwillingly get off to the degradation, sobbing in fake orgasmic
joy. Since then, he treated her worse and worse. However, he allowed no one
else to torment her and that is what Sansa had wanted. Just to keep them off
her until she had strategy to deal with each of them. "My lettuce is wilted,
Sansa give me your salad." Commanded Joff and she instantly switched them. "I
am sorry, hon. They should know better, don't they understand who you are?" She
said sweetly and Myranda rolled her eyes. "How am I supposed to eat my dinner
like this? If Lemon Cakes gets any sweeter, I'll die of diabetes." The girl
muttered, glaring at the perfect redheaded bitch. Sansa knew this showdown
would be the first. Myranda needs to get her private fight or this will get
worse. Skinner glared too and Sansa knew if she didn't act soon, they would
gang up on her. Two against one and it was terrible odds for her. She cannot
hide behind Joff forever.
"Sansa! The chicken is disgusting! Bring this back and get me something else!"
As if this is a restaurant, thought Sansa tiredly as she went to obey. Ros
stared at her coldly and said as much. "I am sorry, it's just Joff isn't happy
with the chicken. Can I come back there and make him a sandwich?" Locke poked
his head from behind an oven. "Only workers behind here, it is not your shift.
Tell Joff he can go fuck himself and starve if he doesn't like the chicken!" As
Sansa suffered a lecture and a slap to the head from Joff, she daydreamed. In
her mind, she used spoon to scoop Joff's eyes out. Replacing them with cherry
tomatoes and stuffing his throat with salad till he choked. Joff broke off his
scathing tirade as Damon and Jeyne entered the room. "Oh boy, here we go, this
should be fun!" Exclaimed Myranda, leaning back in chair. Even Reek sat up
straight next to Ramsay's leg, waiting to see this. He was nervous, this was a
bad idea, he tried to tell Ramsay that. Mad that his pet had no faith in his
plans, Ramsay used his belt until Reek cried, his ass on fire. Ramsay needed
his pack, his family to be whole, it has been divided and it made him uneasy.
Jeyne and Sansa had to get past this. He had warned his father, Petyr and the
staff he was forcing them to eat together for now on. No one objected, they
knew it had to happen sometime. So it was no surprise that right after the
creepy couple entered, so did the staff.
The adults got coffee and sat down to watch carefully. Tor and Styr sat at one
table to the right and Petyr with Roose on the left. Damon used a large hand on
the girl's neck to steer her about. He shoved her into a chair then sat next to
her. Jeyne was across the table from Sansa now. Her hair was all Sansa could
see. It looked as if Jeyne had actually brushed her hair over her face as a
style. "Reek, go get dinner for Damon and Jeyne, please." He stood at Ramsay's
words and went to the food counter. Locke, Ben and Ros were all there, now
pretending they weren't watching. He took the food and placed it silently
before the two. A small thank you came from behind the hair and Damon nodded at
him. Reek nodded back and quickly got out of range, just in case. He sunk back
down next to Ramsay, but his other side was eclipsed by huge Damon. Thinking to
be safer, he scooted under the table between Ramsay's legs. If it goes the way
Ramsay wants, he will gloat later and make Reek apologize for doubting him. If
it goes badly, then Ramsay will take that out on him. Best to look extra weak
and helpless, it pleases his Master. Sometimes it makes him kinder and Reek
loves him when he is being kind and caring.
Damon took Jeyne's knife away and cut her chicken himself. "Eat now." The hair
seemed to magically part to only allow food to go in. She moved like a robot
and Damon seemed satisfied.  Myranda and Skinner seemed disappointed as the
supper continued peacefully. "I like this, all of us eating together again. It
will be this way every night from now on." Decreed Ramsay and no one opposed
him.  Sansa delicately picked at her dessert, amazed it all went so well. It
was nice to know that the girl won't try and kill her at least during supper.
Then as she continued to swirl her pudding and cream into patterns, Sansa lost
herself in thought. Poor Jeyne, she went through so much, no wonder she is the
way she is. Jeyne was set up by her, raped by her father then they all pointed
at her for murder. Poor Jeyne, of course she would want to kill Sansa after all
that. Sansa thought again how sad it was as her fork rammed into Jeyne's arm.
She never even felt herself climb across the table to attack. Jeyne shrieked
and yanked the fork out of her arm. They leaped for each other and it was an
embrace full of teeth, screeching and terrible empathetic anger. It was on and
heaven help them all.
***** War And It's Victims *****
Chapter Summary
     Bells clanged, smoke poured and the Warrior Princess was at full war,
     attacking with all her strength. No dark knight, no whispers, no icy
     voice to stop her this time, it was the greatest enemy they have been
     waiting for.
     The monster growled, it was her turn and she scratched hard, bleeding
     stumps until the wall crumbled. Alayne the evil demon broke through
     the mask that hides the ugliness the real girl. This monster needs to
     make something else hurt and they have been waiting long enough for
     this.
There was just no real way to get a hold of either girl. It was as if they were
one horrific piece with too many limbs that hurt. Damon has just received a
split lip and a huge scratch on his neck. He has no idea which girl did it and
kept trying to find a way to detach them. Yelling demands and threats was a
waste of time.  Ramsay almost got knocked unconscious by a random kick and Joff
has now jumped in foolishly. A high pitched screech later and Joff was nursing
bite wounds. He isn't sure which girl needs to be beaten for that. He thinks
both bit down at the same time. Myranda was laughing along with Skinner and Ros
and Ben were betting with Locke on a winner. Petyr and Roose stood up stiffly,
watching carefully, as did Tormund and Styr.
When the human freak-show rolled under the table Theon screamed and flew out of
the way. Ramsay grabbed his pet by his collar and yanked him to his feet. "Keep
your distance, Reek. They are dangerous right now. Stay out of the way."
Nodding, Reek dodged behind Ramsay as they heard an unearthly shriek. Petyr
raised his voice to be heard over all of them, it was smooth but they heard the
strain in it. "Did you get the knives and forks away from them?" Both Damon and
Ramsay said they did, while they nervously watched the girls entwining in a
death grasp. "If they have no weapons, let's leave them to fight it out for a
bit longer. They need to get it out of their system. We are all ready to
intervene if needed. Styr and Tormund will help us restrain and sedate them if
needed. So let us wait and see what happens."
It was teeth and claws and choking and hugging and hating and memory and
jealousy and anger and sadness and pain and guilt and accusation and loss, so
much loss, loss of princess dresses and tea parties, loss of all the silly
things girls are supposed to have and do, so much loss and pain and anger and
they squeezed and sobbed and strangled and tried to kill each other to erase it
all because it was pressure it was pain it was all so unfair and it was too
much for mere humans but these are monsters and so-
and it broke. it shattered. it became a million zillion pieces of glittering
painful daydreams that never will happen and it became acceptance of this. it
became smaller things that can be swept up and put into a dark corner to not
look at. but it had to be acknowledged, otherwise you'll step on that jagged
shard and bleed out memory again with those feelings. here under the table,
twisted so tightly they were one and it happened.
They screamed every word, as if it was like being flayed on the inside to utter
every syllable. Jeyne's howl was agonizing and Damon found himself in tears
alone with Reek. Sansa's returning scream made Petyr catch his breath as it was
the desperate cry of a little girl lost and scared.
WHY? WHY? WHY ME?
I HAD TO! I COULDN'T TAKE BOTH OF THEM AT ONCE! I COULDN'T DO IT! YOU WERE MY
BEST FRIEND, WHO ELSE WOULD I ASK FOR HELP?"
YOU CUNT YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU COULD HAVE ASKED FOR HELP ANOTHER WAY! YOU COULD
HAVE ASKED MY PARENTS TO CALL THE POLICE!"
"NO, NO IT WOULDN'T WORK! MY FAMILY CAN GET OUT OF ANYTHING AND THE PUNISHMENT
WOULD HAVE..IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO BAD!"
For a moment there was nothing, just heavy silence and the girls strained
against each other.
"I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME WHAT TO DO. YOU DIDN'T EVEN
TELL ME WHAT WOULD HAPPEN! I SCREAMED FOR YOU AND YOU NEVER CAME TO HELP ME! HE
HURT ME SO BADLY, I COULD FEEL THE BLOOD AND HIS FACE, OH GODS HIS FACE! HE
GRUNTED AND IT WAS DISGUSTING AND IT HURT SO MUCH!"
"I AM SO SORRY! I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOU I JUST COULDN'T DO IT! I AM GUILTY,
I SUCK, I KNOW WHAT I AM, JEYNE! I CAN'T CHANGE WHAT HAPPENED!"
"JON KILLED HIM, NOT ME! NOT ME! NOT ME! BUT I WANTED TO AND I AM GLAD HE DIED,
I WAS SO HAPPY HE DIED! YOU ALL BLAMED ME AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT. I WENT
CRAZY, IT DROVE ME CRAZY, SANSA! YOU CUNT, YOU FILTHY TRAITOROUS BITCH, I HATE
YOU!"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM JEYNE? I AM STONE COLD AND I WOULD FUCKING KILL YOU IN
A SECOND! I AM A MONSTER JUST LIKE THEY ARE AND I CAN'T HELP THAT. WE ARE CRAZY
AND YOU CAN'T CHANGE THAT!"
Another moment of silent straining and then they just went very still as if
considering their final move. Everyone became tense and the staff prepared to
leap in. Then a voice.
"Damon?"
"Yes?"
"She started it. You saw her put the fork in me, it is not my fault. You can't
whip me if its not my fault. I want you to sing for me tonight please."
"I saw that she started it. I won't whip you for it if you come out here right
now. Come over here to me right now. And if you don't come over here right now
I won't sing for a week."
"Yes Master." Jeyne detached herself somehow and began to crawl away from
Sansa, who just lay there, staring at nothing. Jeyne stood up, stretching out
her muscles and cracking tightened joints. Myranda shuddered and called her a
praying mantis. Ignoring the taunt, Jeyne walked calmly to Damon and put her
forehead on his chest. "I am very tired and want you to sing me to sleep."
Damon silently counted to ten as he wrapped his large arms around the thin girl
and squeezed till she squeaked in pain. "There will be no more fights with
Sansa. Hear me?" Jeyne muttered a response into Damon's chest and he just shook
his head.
Joff pulled Sansa out from under the table and gave her a sharp slap on her
cheek. "Hey! Come on, there you are! Thought you might faint for a moment. I am
very displeased with you for that! Jeyne is dangerous and you were told to stay
away from her! Look at the mess you caused, everyone is watching us!" Joff's
anger grew as he spoke and his fists started down on her. "Get upstairs now
before I just beat the shit out of you right here!" A voice cut through his
temper tantrum and Joff looked up at Petyr. "I am sorry to disturb your little
spat, but I am taking Sansa with me. She will be speaking with myself and Dr.
Bolton for this behavior." Joff was left sputtering in rage as Petyr and Roose
escorted Sansa from the room.
It was very unfortunate that Ros had too much homework from Petyr. The new
computer classes he has put Ben and Ros in wasn't fooling them. They knew damn
right well they were helping Petyr and Roose in criminal work, but they enjoy
it at least. Ros had a code to crack and didn't feel like having Petyr whack
her for not having it done by morning. So she slunk down the hallway, sucking
down a Red Bull and never saw Joff till it was too late. Her last thought as he
choked her out was that she has red hair like Sansa and she was fucked. Waking
up tied to bedposts, seeing Joff with a crossbow, her heart sank. This was not
the way she expected to die. Considering the life she has had so far, she
survived so much and now this.  Not gagged, that was hopeful, she hoped to talk
her way into just being injured. Joff lifted the crossbow and smirked. "Oh,
Sansa, you little bitch. This is what you actually deserve from me." Ros knew
there was no talking her way out of this one but she tried until he pierced her
heart.
***** Monster Memories *****
Chapter Summary
     Roose lay on his cot in the darkness, gently stroking himself to
     memories he is allowing to just flow. He has long ago learned that
     even the worst things can be good if you try to make it so. So he
     lets them all flow through, in a kaleidoscope of moving pictures some
     making him rub harder, others making him stop, whimpering.
So small that the couch he was hiding behind would only show half his head if
he had stood up behind it. Peeking around the couch, Roose had watched
something scary, exciting and confusing. His father had his pants down and was
hurting his new nanny. Barb was real pretty and just graduated high school, she
had told him. Roose liked her so much better than the older mean bats his
parents always hired. She laughed a lot and made all the chores and homework
that must be done fun. Now she was crying and leaning over the coffee table.
His father was plunging himself inside of her over and over, saying things that
sounded bad. Words that if Roose had said, his mother or father would nearly
kill him for. When Barb begged Mr. Bolton to stop, he started to choke her.
Roose became very concerned when she turned blue. His father made a terrible
sound and pressed into her really hard. Then he released her throat and didn't
even care that she was coughing. He just pulled up his pants told her to tell
no one and to see him tomorrow evening. Roose sat hidden as his father left the
room. In fact, even after Barb had left the room, he stayed there. Replaying
what had happened and trying to understand why it felt so scary good.
 
Now it was Roose's turn to be leaning over and he was naked as well. Clenching
the hard cherry wood desk for support, Roose tried so hard to not scream. His
father was angry and his son's flesh was giving away before it. How many
strikes with the riding crop? The asshole had come straight in from his hunt to
beat his son. Everyone was downstairs, knowing what was happening. So
embarrassing and fuck them.  When Roose had dared through the miracle of
puberty to defend himself, right on the hunt in front of all, he ensured this
would happen. "Who cares what I did to that girl? Father, her mother is a maid,
her father collects trash off the damned road. She should be happy I chose her
at all. Maybe you shouldn't care so much what others think for once!" Roose had
countless lashes on his back, legs and buttocks before he began to scream.
Worst was when his father stood him back up and the saw the ejaculate on his
desk. "You sick little boy! You filthy whorish thing! Look what you did on my
desk!" A large hand grabbed his hair and shoved his face into the cooling mess.
"Lick it up, Roose. Every bit of it." Roose had never tasted himself before and
found it wasn't that bad. It was similar to his blood which he has tasted many
times. Even as his father continued to berate him, Roose was already thinking
of tests to run on blood and semen.
 
A large twinkling tree and sharply dressed servants had a crackling fire going.
They served Roose hot chocolate and a croissant for breakfast. Roose has long
ago stopped expecting his mother. One day he came home and was told by his
father that his mother was gone. Just gone and not a single relative or family
friend would speak of it either. He waited reading a book until he heard his
father enter the room and sit down. "Happy Holidays, son. You may go on and
open your presents." Roose quietly walked over to the glittering professionally
wrapped gifts.  He looked at new clothing, briefly admired a new set of skis
and the keys for a new snowmobile. Without a word, his father watched his son
and grunted whenever his son would make the appropriate thank you for
something. Another large gift was pulled forward and when the box was revealed,
Roose stared. Now his thanks were genuine as he carefully looked at the full
forensics lab kit he wanted. The next box were the medical supplies he had
tried to steal. His father had left him chained in the basement for two weeks
over that. Only visiting to give water, crackers and beatings. These supplies
were even better than the ones at that college he broke into. The last present
was a bow and arrow set. Stunned at the perfect gifts, Roose nearly jumped at
his father's voice. "I can't stop what you are or what you will do. So I will
control it, contain it instead. You may hunt wild creatures and feral cats. You
may experiment on them all you wish, in the basement only. No more stealing
pets. No more incidents with students at school. Is this understood?"
It was a perfect day at least on the outside. Trees bloomed with leaves,
flowers everywhere perfuming the air. Roose was with his father's handpicked
pals for him. Some more tolerable than others, it was the night Roose always
hung with them. He preferred his own company but understood the social order of
things. His father had beaten proper-ness and social skills into him for years
till they are perfected. Roose mainly saw the kids that were involved in
science during school hours. And during contests, fairs and again, socially
acceptable things. He despised playing sports or student activities, but his
father forced it upon him. So he runs track, he is on the debate team and
student council. Tywin Lannister is on the debate team and the only one as good
as Roose at it. Stannis Baratheon and Ned Stark are on the council, both are
football players.  All are of the same social status and their parents all
mingled in business and pleasure. It was expected that they would all get
together sometimes. So once a week to appease their families they all go out
and do something. Dinner and drinking seem to be what they all do together
best.
This night was different then the others, no one could say why. Stannis brought
his best friend Davos who gave them all some sort of pill. The world became
different and instead of dinner, they drank and roamed the parks. Then they saw
him. His name was Varys Spyder and his name wasn't the only odd thing about
him. They have all been part of bullying him in school, the kid was very
flamboyant and actually admitted to being gay.  The pale chubby boy saw them
coming and tried to run away fast. It was too late and soon they circled him,
taunting, shoving. But it didn't stop there, tonight it couldn't and they all
knew it. Tywin tried to stop it, told them to let him go, then he ran off
before anything fun happened.
Stannis and Davos beat Varys until he couldn't move. Then made sure his bones
were broken. They spit and pissed on him. Then Roose, and Ned lost control as
well. Ned raped him and Roose made the boy use his mouth. As they spit roasted
this bruised and bloody piece of meat, Stannis, Robert and Davos jerked off
onto the shuddering, whimpering body. They left him there after threatening to
kill him if he told who did this. It was never spoken of between the teens and
the boy never told. He just stopped coming to school and the rumors filled in
the needed answers. The boy was having plastic surgery as his face was ruined
was one Roose believed. After Varys used his mouth on him, Roose had let him
fall to the ground. He dared to grab onto Stannis's boot for mercy and the
enraged, drug fueled boy went nuts. He had kicked the boy's face till Roose
restrained him, afraid he would kill him.
Another time they all went on a hunting trip where they ran into a lost couple
of girls. They had no drugs in their system to explain their behavior. Like
ravaging animals, they hunted the two girls down and used them like whores. To
make sure they understood to never report who did this, Roose flayed both of
them. Only one hand each but it was effective. And it made him fuck them while
licking the blood and peeling just a little more. The boys never spoke of that
trip either.  
 
College was full of knowledge, full of wanna be's, and professors with their
heads firmly up their narrow asses. Roose got excellent grades and even though
his major and minor were disapproving to his father, he paid the bills. He had
a few drunken nights, a few one nighters but mainly he worked and learned. He
still saw his so called friends on occasion but now had good reasons to beg off
many times. Petyr was a student, but was also teaching, graduating this year.
Roose enjoyed speaking with him and working together on projects. They had many
interests that matched and had some great debates and ideas. As Roose got
students to participate in different experiments and tried to prove theories,
Petyr had a stone cold romance with another rich chick there. After being blown
off too often, Stannis and Ned showed up at his school to hunt Roose down. He
had been sitting with Petyr and Cat when they approached. One week later Cat
dumped Petyr for Ned. Luckily, Petyr did not seem to blame him. Roose knew that
Petyr was as cold as he himself was. They would never have that warm romantic
love that poets wrote of. Roose feels it might not be a real emotion but a
socially manipulated one. He would prove that someday. Someday everyone would
know of him.
 
Roose arched and came hard into his hand. Just then the lights blinded him and
a terrible voice came forth, booming into the room as the lock opened. "OH
NAUGHTY DOCTOR QUACK QUACK, DID I CATCH YOU FLAPPING AWAY? LOOSEY GOOSEY
ROOSEY, IF YOU WANTED SOME FUN, SHOULD'VE JUST TOLD ME! DON'T WORRY DARLING I
AM HERE NOW AND LOOK! I BROUGHT SOME FRIENDS TO PLAY TOO." He tried to fight
against them but it was useless. They made his full hand smear all over his
face and hair before they really got to work on him. 
***** Faces of Stone Hiding Volcanic Fury *****
Chapter Summary
     Rutting beasts are loose and victims scream or turn to stone.
     warning for extreme triggers in this chapter.
Sansa sat in the chair and looked attentively at both Roose and Petyr without a
hint of emotion. Her face was scratched and bruised. There were deep teethmarks
in her cheek and several more on her neck. One eye was swelling and Sansa's
sweet bottom lip was shredded. Icy eyes stared down at her sternly and then
Petyr softly asked, "Why?" Cold eyes and a tone of complete belief that she did
what was best, she answered. "Jeyne was getting more tense and dangerous every
day. She was going to snap and kill me. I had to catch her off guard and attack
first. The surprise of it allowed her to avoid that blind fury. I made sure we
went straight to the pain of it all by hugging her in between fighting her. She
needed to accuse me, to tell me what I put her through. I needed to tell her I
was sorry, I needed to let her know I was guilty and knew it. It doesn't fix
anything between us,but it is enough for now. She got what she needs to accept
me enough to ignore me. And if I can manage to do that well with Jeyne, Myranda
and Skinner will be easy. Then I can get Joff the fuck off of me." Petyr
smirked and fondly crooned, "Good, clever girl."
When Roose and Petyr released her, Sansa dragged her feet, heading for Joff's
room. She almost wished one of the others would come along and challenge her.
Petyr's words were in her mind like smoke, reminding her of this distasteful
job. "Remember, you have to take the beating and cry well for him. I am
concerned for his rages though. Sansa, sweetheart, if he tries to go too far,
break your bones or possibly kill you, defend yourself.  I would rather the
little shit die than you be truly inured or killed. I truly despise this as
much as you do, dear girl." Sansa looked stonily into those piercing, needy and
somehow hateful but loving eyes. She has long ago given up trying to understand
what Petyr felt about her. She is older now, no longer a trusting little baby
girl. Petyr might care for her but he allowed terrible things to happen to her
and only saved her for his own reasons.
So she coldly responded after he gave her a small kiss on the lips. "You
despise it as much as I do, Petyr? You are not the one he shoves his cock into.
He likes to sodomize me because then my screams are better pitched. The sick
monster made me stand naked masturbating while he held a loaded crossbow at me!
Never mind the things he carves into my body, or burns into my flesh. It is
alright though, he never touches my face. He likes me pretty. Do not tell me
you can hate this as much as I do, Petyr. I obey and I play my part very well.
I do thank you for your concern and I hope he won't try and kill me. I
sincerely hope that I kill him first. May I please be excused so I may get back
to work? I would rather get my torture over with while the doctor is still
awake."  Petyr's hand suddenly wrapped around Sansa's throat. "And here I was
so caring and even released you from Roose's questions and needle. This is the
thanks I recieve, a rude little girl who wants to whine and complain."
"Go ahead, choke me then. You only lose a pretty puppet." Sansa and Petyr
stared at each other like two badgers debating whether to fuck or kill each
other. Finally, Petyr yanked her forward by her neck and kissed her again. For
a moment, Sansa seemed to return the open mouthed kiss, then she bit hard. With
a muffled hiss of pain, Petyr pulled away, his lip and chin covered in blood.
"There, now you can at least feel a little pain and blood since I will be
feeling so much of it." Without another word, Sansa walked away and headed
upstairs. Now as she neared Joff's room, her bravado was fading away. Joff was
furious earlier and recently he was getting worse with his temper. Sansa was
having trouble managing it the past week or so. Even degrading herself by
crawling and licking his feet while sobbing prettily wasn't cutting it. Joff
has been burning her during sex. What if Petyr was right and Joff tried to
really injure or kill her? What if Sansa couldn't react fast enough? What if
that crossbow is loaded and pointed at his door? Taking a deep breath, Sansa
knocked on the door and heard a calm invite to enter.
When Sansa meekly shut and locked the door without an arrow through her, she
breathed again. With hurried grace Sansa crawled before Joff and kissed his
feet. Tonight the shaking was real, usually it wasn't real unless he hurt her
enough. "Please Master, forgive your stupid pet." Sansa was surprised at Joff's
sneering tone. "You will have to earn my forgiveness, bitch." She had expected
rage not just his irritated yet sadistic mood. Joff chained her hands then hung
them on a hook. Ripping off her clothing, Joff spit in her face and called her
a stupid savage slut, a disobedient bitch that will have to hurt to learn
better manners. Then he beat her front and back with a belt until Sansa begged
and cried. Releasing her hands from the cuffs, Joff slammed her abused back
against the wall and commanded she wrap her legs around him. Joff fucked her
and told her if she could come when he did, that he would forgive her.
So Sansa shut her eyes and began to move her hips to match the thrusts. Laying
her head on Joff's shoulder, she pictured his cold dead body laying on the bed.
Sliding herself along the cooling flesh and riding the dead face. Moaning
softly, Sansa tightened her grip on his sweaty flesh. Claws lightly sunk into
his flesh, only spurring him faster, harder and Sansa thought of squeezing
Joff's throat as she rode him. Just pressing until he no longer could draw
breath, she would orgasm to his last twitches. That did it and she bit into his
shoulder as she screamed, tensing, causing Joff to lose control and orgasm with
her. Beaten, fucked and forgiven, Sansa was grateful it was so light of a
punishment but she did wonder why. What did Joff do while she was with the men
that made him lose his fury?  
 
Roose was simmering at Petyr's high handedness in the office in front of that
student! Worse was that he held his tongue and simply left without a word. He
was still recovering from Petyr's last little lesson and wasn't ready for any
more challenging. Besides, there were other things to help with his emotions.
Better ways to clear his mind and get back to his old self. He continued down a
darkened hallway heading for the door to lead to the lower basement. He still
shivered remembering that night. He had come up with his blades, knowing it
wouldn't really do much damage,but he couldn't just submit. A steel toed boot
was in Roose's stomach even as he cut a shallow line in the man's leg. A quick
strike in Roose's throat had him trying to draw a single breath. The man used
this time to punch Roose and flip him over fast. Roose tried to stay up even as
he drew in a whistled breath. Without a shred of mercy, the boot stomped down
on the arched back. Roose screamed as brilliant agony flashed up his spine. As
the boot ground down hard enough for Roose to feel vomit surge upwards from the
pain, a small whisper, yet somehow clear. "Drop them. Or I break your back."
With a howl of pain and frustration, Roose opens his hands to let the blades
hit the ground. The boot disappeared to kick the blades away.
Roose started to try and pull himself away even as his back nearly made him
pass out. He felt his ankles grabbed and then he was roughly yanked backwards
until he felt the man sit on his legs. A sharp knife began to cut his pants and
underwear away. Every time that Roose tried to move, the blade would slip into
his skin. Several cuts were made before the pants were removed.  Trying to
steel himself, trying to relax his muscles knowing otherwise will make it
worse, Roose gasped when it happened regardless. The cock speared him harshly
and for a second Roose wondered if his condom was spiked. He was battered from
the inside until he begged for the cruel stranger for mercy. It was disgusting
enough for Roose to wail when the man stiffened and grunted out, "Whore, filthy
sickening whore." It fills him with such a bitter child like hatred and hurt
for some reason. Then the man is just gone and Roose is left with his bare ass
exposed to the air.
A visit to the infirmary got him pain medication and a back brace. He dared not
mention any other wounds and Roose knew the bleeding in his bottom will fade
after a few days. He unlocked his lower labs and went around turning on the
lights. A long terrified whimper filled the air. "Yes, yes, I know Jon. I am
going to give you some morphine in just a minute." Roose gave his little pet a
look of fake sympathy and real amusement. When Roose had pulled himself
together that night, he took his anger out on Jon. Poor boy had both his legs
dislocated and a broken wrist. The bruises on his pale skin were plentiful and
colorful. He looked so sorrowful and in pain, it was just so pure and Roose did
love it. Roose had snapped Jon's hips back and helped the doctor set his wrist.
Now his pet was crouched on it's plastic mat, a thick collar attached to a
chain bolted into the wall. Since he is so injured, Roose has allowed his pet
extra time out of the cage. Still simmering over Petyr but knowing Jon is
fragile, Roose stormed towards his lovely pet with the needle. Taking Jon's
arm, he  plunged the needle into a vein and gave his pet some relief. He then
fucked his pet's face while Jon floated away. As he filled the boy's throat,
Roose growled and nearly yanked some hair out of Jon's head. Then he made a
mental note to begin a new series of tests for Jon in the isolation tank.
 
Petyr was too restless, too filled with rage and lust to stay in the school. He
left and headed for the local town, then went past the stores, taverns and into
the slums. The car sped towards a destination that caused Petyr's cock to ache
and his teeth grit harder. He hit a number on his phone and nearly snapped
every word fast. "I will be there in twenty minutes. You know what what I
require." He hung up confident that what he wants will be ready.  This was
Sansa's fault, that he must stoop to this level. Those he desired the most he
cannot have, so he is always driven to this. At least before, he could be
varied in what he wished for but now that Sansa is so close all the time, he
uses girls more than ever. When Petyr pulled into the driveway of the large
farm house, the porch light was on for him. The large man that lives here and
monitors who comes and goes opened the door without a sound for Petyr. A
disheveled looking woman stood there and gave him a pout. "I hate that you
never give us more time. You are very lucky tonight though, love. A new one
just delivered by a crack addled parent that needed some more money. This one
is perfect for you and she has only given mommy's boyfriends hand-jobs and a
little suck every now and then. Mommy said that no one could afford the price
she set." With a barely controlled voice, Petyr said softly, "Shae, shut up and
bring me to her." With a fiercer pout, Shae led Petyr silently to a far back
room.
On their way they passed an elderly gentleman who had a teen boy on his lap,
kissing his neck. A door not latched correctly had come half open and Petyr
could see a couple he knew very well. They were happily married with four
children and they ran the most prestigious preschool in the area. The woman
who's perfect hair was sweaty and tangled was wrenching the legs open of a girl
young enough to be their eldest daughter who was attending her junior prom in
two nights. She encouraged her husband to plunge into the girl, which he does
so violently that the poor thing screams. "Make her scream louder, make that
little slut feel it." Petyr grimaced and reached in to shut the door fast. Shae
gave an off hand apology and continued him down the hall. A harsh grunting over
a smaller voice making cries and gasps, another room they passed made them both
wince. The sound of the child screaming was very high in pitch but even through
it they could hear the merciless sound of a terrible spanking. "You really
should get soundproof rooms or at least play loud music." Petyr said and Shae
snorted. "No one comes here for anything but what you hear and see. You would
be jacking off in that doorway right now if I didn't already have a girl ready
for you. Only those who are past pretending what they are come here, you know
that." Before Petyr could retort, the woman had opened a door and walked away.
Sitting on the bed was a little pretty thing with such nice thick red hair. She
was so scared and sad, he was gentle, as much as he could be. When she cried,
Petyr kissed the tears tenderly and when he forced himself inside her, he
muffled her screams with his mouth. Petyr told her how pretty she was how
special she was to him and that she was so hot and tight as he always knew she
would be. He gave in to the savage part of himself and began to rut like one of
those grunting beasts he heard and saw. Every wail and scream made Petyr just
sink lower. The bed slammed into the wall, Petyr was mindless now and started
to whisper for the girl to scream for him. He reveled in it all and just before
he began to orgasm. he wrapped the long red hair around the little sad girl's
neck and pulled so hard. She began to whine as the hair cut into her skin and
then Petyr began to fill her. As he gave a final brutal push that made her
scream in a terrible way and turn white, Petyr gave a wail of his own. "Sansa!"
He collapsed onto the now limp little body. When she didn't move after Petyr
stood up, but just moaned and bled, he sighed. Giving Shae double the amount
solved the problem and Petyr drove back to the school. He did have some guilt
for the girl but he was driven to it really. Regardless, it did the trick and
his head was clear again.
***** A Mournful Passing *****
Chapter Summary
     One of the things that had made Dany the angriest, Podrick the
     saddest and Tyrion the thirstiest was the large photo of the smiling
     red head. Giving a large sarcastic grin into the camera, sun shining
     down on a lithe tan girl, taken a year before she died. Roose had
     each person at the school write something about her on it as his way
     of a funeral.
Roose-
Taken from us too soon, I shall always wonder at your potential.
Petyr-
You were far smarter than you gave yourself credit for. I only wish I had more
time to have shown you that.
Locke-
A hard working student. You were always respectful to my library and the first
to offer me lip about using the Dewey Decimal System. I actually will miss our
wagers and arguments.
Tormund-
A pretty lass and I will miss your sass.
Styr-
Always had a good joke and you deserved better than you got.
Ramsay-
You were a good sport, a funny person to hang with and loyal to your family. 
Reek-
I liked your pranks on everyone. They made me laugh even when I was upset. I am
sad that you died so young and badly.
Ben-
Best partner in crime, I am gonna be awful lonely now. Won't miss losing bets
to you though. Rule hell for me till I get there, babe.
Damon-
Best sense of humor in this whole shitty place! I will miss watching you piss
off everyone!
Jeyne-
You braided my hair for me. You always tried to keep me from hurting myself.
You stole stuff and shared it with me when you didn't have to. I am sorry you
are dead.
Skinner-
Talented whore and a pain in the ass with her damned pranks.
Myranda-
Not so pretty anymore.
Sansa-
I did not really get to know you. But you died unfairly and it will be avenged.
There was no entry from Joff and that was probably for the best. 
 
 
***** A Pack Divided *****
Chapter Summary
     Joff screamed louder than Ros did when he saw that they were taking
     him to the basement labs.
Upon discovery of Ros's body hanging wearing Joff's arrows, the boy was dragged
away. They all watched as he was dragged towards the lower basement labs. "Holy
fuck, that may be the last we ever see of him." Myranda purred as she rubbed up
against Skinner, grinning. "Pretty birdie will have no defender then." Ramsay
watched Joff dragged off as he kicked and screamed. "Shut up, whore." He said
absentmindedly, hugging his poor Reek.  His pet has never been down there but
Ramsay has and he was clutching his pet like a teddy bear. Skinner boomed
laughter and in his excitement spoke carelessly. "No, she is right, Ramsay!
Just like that other one they took down there, he never came back out!"
Sansa looked on startled as Ramsay kicked Skinner hard in the balls. Myranda
glared at both of the boys and looked at Sansa. "Don't mind them, they are both
fucking idiots. Skinner was speaking of no one you would ever know. Some poor
little fuck toy of Roose's that didn't fit in." Myranda spoke so sweetly and
Ramsay's voice was deadly in warning. "Myranda, take Skinner and become
invisible for the day. You will regret it if I see either of you." Not daring
to push Ramsay any further, the girl helped her taller pal to his feet. "We
will be seeing you, Sansa." Myranda called in honeyed tones as she guided
groaning Skinner away.
"Cunt." Sansa heard the word spit from behind her and turned to see Jeyne. As
the girl's hair covered all her features today, Sansa wasn't sure if Jeyne
meant Myranda or herself. It was clarified before Damon could finish the
thunderous frown he was forming. "Cunt is coming for your skin, you know that.
If she gets you with Skinner, you won't have a face anymore." Sansa nodded and
continued to hunch over the keyboard, trying to understand the streaming lines
on the computer screen. "I am hoping to catch Myranda alone. Any advice on how
to handle her?" Sansa asked casually as she worked. The silence behind her was
unnerving and Ben sighed, looking up from his desk. "Damon, dude. I can't work
like this, get your freaky Tim Burton nightmare out of here. If this isn't
finished then Petyr's going to have my skin."
Just before the large giant dragged Jeyne away, she answered. "Myranda loves
being so pretty. She hates it if another girl is pretty." Sansa thanked Jeyne
as she allowed Damon to push her out the door. A soft curse and Ben mutters, "I
really wish you did not have her attention. That girl scares the living fuck
out of me more than anyone here. I have seen her in action. Believe it or not,
she once had Damon weeping in terror at her feet, she set him on fire! When she
hunts, or whenever that crazy bitch gets triggered, she contorts like a horror
movie monster. I really appreciate you trying to help me with my work and I
know Petyr wants me to teach you stuff. But unless you are going to score me a
shitload of weed, I can't work like this!" Sansa tried to apologize as Ben got
up and stormed out.
Ben easily left school grounds and hitched a ride into town.  He went and
scored off of a few dealers he has met through Styr. The rest of the day was
spent in stoned bliss and some half hearted sobs for Ros.  They were going to
add Sansa to their little team and expand. Ros didn't deserve to die by fucking
Joff. She also deserved someone to cry for her and feel sad. So Ben drugged
until he felt safe enough to be sad and sob for an awesome hacker and hunter.
Styr saw the boy leave school and understood why the kid was upset. He decided
as long as Ben came back by sundown he would let it go. Besides, Locke was
texting him about a break in at his locked classroom. Why the fuck any kid
would want to break into the classroom is beyond him. Regardless, he went to
shut Locke up.
"REEK! NO! TRY AGAIN! NO, DAMMIT!" Ramsay lost control and backhanded the boy
hard enough to knock him down. Reek didn't dare stand back up but he did give
his master a reproachful look. "Master, I swear to you I am trying!" Sighing,
Ramsay swore and then yanked his pet back to his feet. "I know you are, I know.
I just wish you would learn a little faster for me." Taking a deep breath, Reek
nodded and mentally prepared himself to try again. Ramsay paused to text
someone. "I am having Damon and Jeyne come out to help us. Maybe you need to
see it done by someone else." Standing next to Ramsay, Reek lowered his head
and simply waited, silent and sullen. A hand grabbed his chin and yanked it up.
Reek tried to wipe his expression clear before Ramsay saw his upset but failed
as usual. "Reek, do you understand how important this is to me? If you cannot
manage to pass these challenges before Jaqen comes back, they might partner me
with someone else. We would not be able to do projects and jobs together. And I
cannot stand the thought of anyone else partnering with you. I would kill them,
I would hurt you." Blinking sudden tears away, Reek whispered, "I am sorry. I
understand and will try harder, Master."
Damon and Jeyne showed and it did actually help. At first Reek just watched
each of them take turns on stealing from the other. He saw how with two of
them, one is the distraction, the other steals. When it was Damon and Jeyne
together, they each would cause a distraction, to take everything Ramsay had.
Not a bell rang, not a tiny jingle sounded and Reek was impressed. When he
tried it, Ramsay jangled crazily and he got slapped again. Before Ramsay could
really start much on his cringing pet, Jeyne stepped in the way. "Goddamn you,
Jeyne! Get out of the way!" Ramsay roared but Jeyne just began to remove the
costume of bells and items from him. "You need to show him. You suck at
teaching." The girl muttered as she carried the stuff over to Damon. "Wear it,
Master. I am going to teach Reek. Ramsay's yelling is like a wasp I want to
squash. Wear the costume so I can teach Reek and Ramsay will shut up." Stifling
a laugh, Damon put on the costume, while Ramsay stood there offended. "Fuck
you, Jeyne. Come closer and try to squash me then." Damon grumbled to Jeyne,
"Move one inch towards him and I will break your ankle." Still recovering from
her arm being broken, Jeyne decided against disobeying.
Once Damon was in the outfit and Ramsay was calmed, they began anew. Ramsay was
the distraction this time and Jeyne had Reek come closer. In fact, the strange
girl stood behind him and pressed their chests, arms and hands together. Damon
and Ramsay stared in confusion but it worked. Moving slower than before, Jeyne
maneuvered Reek like a puppet, showing him how she goes about stealing. They
stole from Damon, from Ramsay, without a single jingle. She had them do it
faster each time until Reek seemed to finally catch on. He stole from Jeyne,
Damon and Ramsay by dinnertime. Ramsay allowed Reek to sit on his lap during
their supper as a treat and hand fed him. "I am so happy with you, Reek. Such a
perfect pet." He was so busy giving loving attention to his pet, Ramsay barely
noticed Myranda, Ben and Sansa missing from the table.
Skinner had sent the texts to all three and so has Damon.  Slightly irritated,
Ramsay said, "I think they all can expect some hurt from us later. They have
all been told I want everyone to eat together at supper. Now that Joff has
decided to kill one of us, everyone thinks they can fall out of line. This will
be fixed. I don't care which of the group of us sees them first, they get
harshly informed not to break my rules." Hugging Reek tightly, he says, "That
means you too, Reek. To anyone but me, you can be dangerous." Skinner grinned
and joked, "Does that mean he isn't under your protection? We can challenge
him?" The look Ramsay gave him was as chilling as the growled voice. "Reek can
kill you if I ask him to. He is my pet and always has my protection. If you
ever lay a hand on him without my permission, I will make sure you are the next
student here to die."
Styr and Locke wandered the classroom, looking for vandalism or something
stolen."Why the fuck would anyone want to take something from here?" Shrugging,
the teacher started to head towards the science area. "The last time someone
broke in it was Damon looking for something to heighten the high he was on.
Ahh, I was right, must be him. See? A vial is missing, I wonder what the idiot
took this time. Oh, shit!" Peering closer, Locke then screamed. "OH SHIT! FIND
THAT LITTLE SHIT BEFORE HE KILLS HIMSELF AND WHOEVER HE IS DOSING!" Styr didn't
ask, he just ran while calling Tormund at the same time to find Damon. Three
seconds later, they found him and had him pinned against a wall. "What the
fuck, guys? What did I do now?" He had gone to the bathroom and came out to
being tackled by student support.
Locke stood there enraged and snarled, "Where is it? Tell me you didn't put
that on something and have someone take it? Where is the vial, dammit?" Shaking
his head in confusion, Damon yelled, "What vial? What the hell are you talking
about?" Groaning, Styr grabbed Damon's hair to turn his head to look in his
eyes. "Did you break into the class room and steal something from the lab?"
"No! I have been training with Ramsay, Jeyne and Reek all day! Then had supper
and went to the bathroom! That's it." He seemed to think of something then
offered, "Myranda, Sansa and Ben never showed for supper." Letting go of Damon,
the staff began a frantic search for the missing students and the missing vial
of acid.
***** Evening Out The Playing Board *****
Chapter Summary
     Joff was in hell. It was cold, it smelled like antiseptic and it
     hurt. He screamed and cried, he learned what became of Jon and pissed
     himself like a scared baby. Don't worry, they aren't going to do that
     to me, they can't, he tried to console himself. He was right and they
     didn't do that to him.
     They stopped just short of it.
     In the basement labs, Petyr and Roose were busy and Jon was given a
     much needed break while the monsters hurt Joff.
     Upstairs was a different kind of hell.
Sansa hid and watched Myranda for hours before finally getting the chance she
needed. The girl and Skinner had gone into the woods, hunting with Tormund.
Baiting, tracking and killing was with Tormund. When they lost him twice on
purpose they got a quick fuck and some torture of injured animals in before
being found. After they skinned and took care of their kills under Tormund's
supervision, they left to shower. Sansa took the liberty of borrowing Myranda's
lock picking tools earlier and while the girl showered, Sansa entered the
bathroom. When Myranda pulled the shower curtain open to reach for a towel,
there was Sansa. Wearing thick rubber lab gloves and holding a vial of
something. Pouring a small amount of the vial onto the glove, Sansa flicked her
hand forward fast.
Myranda screamed as small smoking burns appeared lightly across her arms and
breasts. She tried to turn on the cold water and frantically rinse herself.
"Oh, you fucking cunt! I'll get you so hard for that! You think to mess with
me, bitch? You don't even play fair, I haven't done a fucking thing to you
yet!" "Shut up or I am going to splash this whole thing on your face, Myranda.
Oh, now I have your attention, good. Look what it's already done to your skin,
imagine if I pour it all over that lovely face of yours? And really, that is
all you have going for you is looks. I know you and Skinner were going to jump
me later on, I heard you two discussing it. So I will deal with Skinner after I
deal with you. If you want to come at me, you do that. But know that regardless
of what you do, I will heal and come after you. I will take my time to make
sure every bit of your face looks like a nightmare before I stop."
Myranda was indeed paying attention now and gave Sansa a nervous but sweet
smile. "You got me, I will admit it. Smart and pretty, much more clever than I
am. So I will wait for our usual hunt, vacation isn't too long then during our
traditional hunt of the new pack member. That is when I will come for you and
you cannot pour acid on me for that. It is simply part of tradition here. I am
jealous of your intelligence, I am. Of course, being pretty and clever has
taken you so far. A fuck toy for your brother and daddy, Petyr's puppet and who
knows who will hold your leash next? You are only clever enough to be a trained
little killer whore just like the rest of us." Neither girl heard anyone enter
the room and Sansa was about to retort when her gloved hand holding the vial
was grabbed.
Myranda only saw Sansa's hand launch out with the vial, then acid hit her face
and ate through. Screeching in agony and horror, the girl stuck her face under
the cold water and her arms waved wildly. "MY FACE! OH GODS YOU BURNED MY FACE,
YOU CUNT! I'LL KILL YOU! IT BURNS, IT BURNS, GET HELP OH PLEASE, HELP ME
SOMEONE!" Sansa stared open mouthed at Myranda then turned to look at Jeyne.
"She could be blinded or if it got in mouth, she might die. Why did you do
that?" "I didn't. You did." Jeyne flew out the door and started to yell,
running down the hallway. "HELP! SANSA HAS ACID AND BURNED MYRANDA'S FACE OFF!
SHE IS DANGEROUS, HELP US PLEASE!"  Sansa couldn't help it, she started to
giggle, then laugh softly. Well played, Jeyne found a way to give some revenge
and if it keeps her from trying to kill me, so be it.
Sansa was found still giggling, wearing the glove and holding the nearly empty
vial. Styr dragged her off to Student Support while Tormund and Locke rushed
Myranda to Dr. Qyburn. Jeyne wore such an innocent look that Damon instantly
growled at her to get into his room. "Don't say a word and go now before I get
angry." With a small curtsey, Jeyne sweetly said, "Yes Master" and nearly
skipped away. Ramsay smirked and began to shove his pet towards their room. "I
wonder how much your pet had to do with Myranda's accident? Sansa was laughing
like a loon and laughed harder when she saw Jeyne. She also called out, "Even
now, right? At least a bit?" Jeyne seemed way too happy, don't you think,
Damon?" Teased Ramsay and Damon sneered, "So what if she did? It's not like
Myranda didn't deserve whatever she got. I don't think Sansa will rat her out
if she did. Sansa owes Jeyne and knows it."
Ramsay opened his door and gave his pet a kiss before shoving him into the
room. "Damon and I have to go see to Skinner. He will be upset over this, he
likes Myranda. But Skinner has a bad temper when upset and I don't want you
curled between my legs if he decides to attack. Be a good boy and wait here for
me, Reek." With both pets safely put away, Damon and Ramsay went looking for
Skinner. They found him hollering at Locke, who wouldn't let him into the
infirmary. Myranda's screaming was horrible, even from behind the closed doors
and they all winced a bit. Damon and Ramsay managed to force Skinner outside
where he took out his aggression and upset on them. Of course it was two
against one and Skinner was eventually beat down. Then Damon offered some pills
and all three lay bloody and high,staring at the stars in the dark sky.
Eventually they noticed Ben standing over them, kicking at Damon. "Hey, no
fair, share it out man." Grabbing the boy's leg, Damon dragged Ben down and
bear hugged him, nearly crushing his ribs. "Okay calm down, here have this."
Damon mumbled while shoving dirty fingers into the boy's mouth. Gagging, Ben
tried to accept the dissolving pill but lose the thick fingers on his tongue.
"Gah! Do you wash your hands, like ever? Oh Gods, you probably gave me a
fucking disease. Yuck, this better be good shit to get rid of that memory!" Ben
calmed after a second and they all lay like a pile of rag dolls watching the
night. "Did I miss anything today?" Ben managed to say and slowly Ramsay shook
his head. "Not much really. Well, Sansa and Jeyne burned Myranda's face off
with acid. But nothing else happened today." Ben turned to look at Skinner but
decided against speaking directly to him. He seems calm enough now that he is
stoned, but Ben doesn't fail to notice how bruised and bloody the boy is. "That
sucks." Was his only reply as he turned his eyes back up at the cold lovely
stars.
 
***** A Great Kraken Speaks *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa came out from her punishment pale and sore but as dignified as
     ever. Stone cold bitch.
     Joff came out of the basement with some new tics and some nightmares
     that made him pee the bed.
     Myranda came out of the medical ward with a face that was monstrous.
     Her left side was a mass of scars and raw skin. She was blind in her
     left eye and has become meaner than ever.
     Ben started to spend more and more time in the town rather than at
     school, any free chance he could get. There was a cute shop girl he
     has been after, he can talk to her, she listens and never judges him.
     Skinner didn't dare attack Sansa after the acid incident, he just
     tried to harass her, annoy her, humiliate her every chance he gets.
     The way Myranda treated him now, he needed a way to release his
     anger.
     Ramsay is so happy with his pet. Reek was almost as good as Ramsay in
     everything. Reek hasn't had to be punished for a whole three weeks
     this time.
     Damon and Jeyne have been spending so much time with Petyr recently
     and even having secret classes with Jaqen. She has moved into Damon's
     room and Ben has taken Jeyne's room instead. Vacation comes along
     with Sansa's hunt. She has brought knives.
Every student of the school was laughing hysterically at Theon but not in the
usual mean way. They were all in a circle around him, the bonfire high in the
air. Sansa's hunt had ended and Damon had passed out a new cocktail of drugs
along with cheap beer stolen from Tormund. Covered in blood, everyone wounded
and Sansa still shaking, they all were hysterically laughing. Reek was all wide
eyes, starry eyes, anime eyes and wavy arms, oh Gods, just...just.....and that
was the only thing Ramsay could say before he laughed until he almost pissed
himself. A huge goofy smile all white shiny teeth and those toothless gaps in
between. It ate his face until it reached the impossibly open eyes.
After losing two fingers last month, hands apparently were not enough for
gestures. So his long thin muscular arms were moving like tentacles to really
make his words flow and he would watch the words float away. Just then Sansa
managed from her deranged hooting to sputter out, "Tentacles, he
has...has..tentsicles..nono...tentaltaileaasss" That is when Myranda did
actually piss right onto Skinner's leg and even as he shoved her away, he
couldn't stop laughing. Even the rage he has felt since her fucked up face and
attitude came back from the infirmary wasn't enough to stop the humor. Theon
loved that someone could verify what he thought himself, that he was turning
into a kraken. 
"I have risen from the sea and have become a Kraken!" he cried out to the
glorious night and Joff screamed with hilarity, "Did..Did he just say he rose
from the sea as a cracker?" This caused Jeyne to lay curled on the ground in
silent agonized laughter and only her feet kept moving,twitching crazily. Damon
would have checked on her but he was sure he was dying, because he could no
longer breathe, just heave great whooping sounds. I must never mix Tormund's
shit with Styr's shit ever again, we are all going to die. We will die laughing
and it will look like screams of agony and that is exactly what this is. This
one deep down sober thought hit Damon. He would remember that just as clearly
as the very second Reek stopped killing them with laughter and scared them into
violence. 
"Look at everything, can you see what it all really is? I mean, like truly
really see everything? We..we are taught to look...to see but do we really see
it at all? Tonight, we can, I think we can see it and feel it and know it and
talk about it. Because..cause who knows if we can ever like..acknowledge it
until its too late. No, no, listen for real, like totally use all yourself to
hear it." Theon looked at each of them and this was so intense, he was very
close to each person. Even went to his knees, so that Jeyne could see his eyes,
causing her to nearly seizure with laughter. The last person that he stared at
was Ramsay. Tilting his head slowly as far as it could go had everyone in
tears, purple faced, ready to pass out. Now Damon has released his bladder of
beer in uncontrollable laughter. Joff was on his knees, hands in front of him
as if he was begging for it to end and making a high pitched sound. Next to
him, sitting on the ground, sobbing while cackling, Ramsay looked up at his
utterly fucking adorable, fucked up pet. 
"No, no listen to me, Ma..Mas..Ra..Masra...dude. Just..dude. No, really, like,
dude listen." Ramsay slowly slid to the ground like a dying snake, his face in
a frozen tortured face of pure hysteria. His stomach was on fire, his chest
screaming for air and Ramsay knew this was the end of him. "Dude, this is
really like...don't you see it, feel that tonight we can just discuss it and if
we let it into the air..we could..we could at least KNOW that we all really
KNOW what we are...what we are becoming. For real, due, like...its maybe our
only chance to do it. To...to see it and say we know it." Theon has somehow
floated backwards to the middle of the circle again then hunched down. This
made him look like the dog he was dressed as. The same outfit as he wore for
Jon's hunt but that was not important, or maybe it was. Either way that wasn't
what he needed to talk of, to say. Then he lurched upwards with his arms going
and he looked like a kraken to every dilated eye. "Okay, so dudes, here it is!
THE KRAKEN SPEAKS AND YOU MUST LISTEN TO MY WORDS! Let's start with fucking
Locke who is a teacher like I am a fucking pirate! He teaches us academics for
what, like three fucking hours?  It makes no sense anyway because..once Dr.
Mindfuck gets us we go from Shakespeare to Goodnight Moon!" It was at this
point that Sansa actually did faint. Moments later she awakened and was
horrified to find she was starting to giggle again.
"Dudes, he teaches us for three hours! And we aren't really like learning
enough to graduate high school or even fucking kindergarten depending on the
week! And like then there are private classes if you are really good at math,
like Ben and Ros." Ben was in a heap against a tree literally howling, kicking
his feet into the dirt. "So..wait now, think about what we do the rest of our
day! I mean they work us into the ground for gym! They teach us ALL karate,
self defense, weaponry and WRESTLING! Dudes, I mean its fun to watch the girls
wrestle and try to kill each other but isn't that odd? They teach us to hunt
everything, to track everything! Remember when Skinner and Myranda caught that
homeless dude in a trap? He looked like a human pinata, swinging upside down. A
screaming pinata and they beat him with sticks but no candy came out! Just guts
and blood. We all watched and there was a camera right there. They knew about
it and the student support buried the pinata deep. And Locke teaches us how to
make things go BOOM! And, dude, no really, listen, dudes, come on, its our one
chance! Our only chance to really see it all and speak it out loud into the
universe, or maybe into the woods. Doesn't matter its all the same but we have
to really see this! So Styr and Tormund! They teach us to hunt, flay, kill and
torture! I mean, they water boarded us, they put us in tiny boxes, why? If we
truly flip out, they stand at the box and talk us down. They don't mock us or
take us out if we totally panic, they teach us to endure it. I mean, what the
living, breathing fuck?"
Now the laughter is starting to calm, just a smidgen, not much. Damon is
relieved, thank the gods, we are coming down, I think. "Dudes, then..I mean
don't you understand yet what they are doing? They only come after us if we
become truly able of killing ourselves or each other! We can beat the living
fuck out of each other before they stop it! So like..dudes really hear this,
okay? They teach us how to use knives and guns and crossbows! Then Littlefinger
teaches us how to be different personalities." Another wave of unwilling,
tormented laughter rose. Theon had mimicked how Petyr always held his little
finger out when he held his teacups.  He teaches us how to lie and pretend
things we don't really mean. And..he teaches us how to pick locks, how to con,
how to steal off a person's body! How to get into a car or a house or any
fucking thing he wants! We could probably sneak into Jeyne's fucking castle and
steal everything in it!" That set off the last huge hilarity attack among the
group and it was true honest screaming of pain out of their aching, starving
lungs.
"Then Doctor Mindfuck asks us everything, I mean everything. Then the needle
comes and that fucking icy voice is there. And it is so cold and painful and
you fight it so hard but it's still there. The whispers don't hurt, they aren't
as bad but they are there all the fucking time, can't fight them because half
the time you don't know you hear it. What do they say, sometimes I can't even
remember." Gasping and heaving, the students were slowly catching their breath
now. "We are sent out to other areas and we are tested. We creep around, we lie
and steal. Ben can probably break into the pentagon for Petyr if he wants. The
good fucking doctor has sent Damon, Ram and Skinner out to kill already! And
remember when those hikers got lost? We were in a lesson with Styr and Tormund,
remember that?" Now it was calmer and everyone watched with shiny eyes, ears
finally truly attuned. Ramsay wanted so badly to order his pet to shut his
stupid fucking mouth before he got them all killed. But he was still panting,
still tying to pull himself from the last of the heinous laughter.
Theon looked like one of those horrid velvet paintings from the seventies. Like
a huge eyed, sad little boy that just understood why daddy drank and mommy
liked the paper boy's daddy so much. He also looked like he wanted Ramsay to
shut him up but couldn't control his words anymore. "We tracked them, we
stalked them and we baited them. Then we stole everything even their clothes.
Tormund and Styr raped that woman right in front of us. But we pretended it
didn't happen once they told us we had no chance of it. Styr offered us the man
instead, but the girls were already on him. Then we beat them so badly, then
Ra..Master and Skinner raped him. We lied and told them we would let them go.
We are monsters. They are teaching us to be monsters. And Jaqen? He is an
assassin. He teaches us to be assassins. What is it that they are training us
to do? I mean what is the real thing they want us to do for them?"
That is when Sansa spoke in a voice that was quiet as a firecracker just before
it goes off. "They only took us because we were already monsters. Does it
matter what they want from us? We are just monsters learning how to be very
good monsters. So we do what they want, we learn from them, and like all other
evil things, we shall turn on them. I mean, Myranda already looks like a
monster, she is ahead of us all." That tiny smirk caused Myranda to snarl at
the pretty stone girl. The whore turned monster on the outside looked like half
her face was melted one eye was permanently shut now. Between her looks, the
knowledge that she was not as good at anything now because she can only see
from her left eye, it has changed her. That sweet voice she had used so much
was gone thanks to acid that had sunk into her throat. Her voice was a rasp
now, the sound of cloth ripping. No one wanted to hear it for long and would
wince when Myranda spoke. Most of her anger was taken out upon Skinner. He
loyally continued to hang out with her and work with her as a partner but they
don't fuck anymore much. If they do, she must face away from him and stay
completely silent. It was hurtful and Myranda was sure to dish every bit of
that angst back on him. Now this was just another last straw to sit upon the
others. Finally they all fell down and Myranda leaped at Sansa, growling and
hissing like a monster.
Skinner could take no more, this came as a bombshell in his head, his eyes
frantic then focused. The same as the epiphany moment has hit Theon, now it was
passing to others. Myranda's understanding of how her life will be with this
face was her explosion, Sansa had the reality crashed upon her head that they
were all truly monsters now Skinner's turn hit. Myranda will never be what she
was before,ever. She was disgusting, evil and she really was a monster. A
monster that has consumed his life and it needed to end. So he ripped Mryanda
away from Sansa and beat on her until she sagged on the ground. Then growling
and gibbering, he dragged her away to the other side of the bonfire. All could
hear the agonized screams that came next and no one gave the smallest fuck.
Ramsay had lurched forward, his face pale from thinking of his father and that
voice. A backhand that was so hard, that Reek fell down came fast. He followed
it with a kick to his naughty pet's stomach. "Shut the fuck up, Reek! No more
barking, stupid bitch!" He snarled down at his wailing pet. Ramsay might have
just stopped, he might have. Then his adorable, stupid foolish little Reek
looked up and softly said, "They can rip me from you if they want to. You were
probably programed to want me. I was maybe programed to want you too." That
thought was like a blade through Ramsay's heart and he saw red.
Reek's screams mingled with Myranda's though hers were louder and higher
pitched. No one paid any attention really. Ben started to yell at Sansa that
she had to bring everyone down. That the real reason he was shaking and trying
to not think was what she said. Because it was unreal and too scary to
contemplate anything Reek said. However, Sansa knew perfectly well that what
Theon said was true and she was okay with it. And she hated it, bitterly hated
what they have all been taught and manipulated into. So it was easy enough to
take it out on another person. Sansa finally managed to bait Ben into coming
for her and they fought like animals. Damon and Jeyne were not fighting, they
watched the others and fucked until they screamed as loud as the others were.
***** Releasing A Soundless Scream *****
When Reek started to plead brokenly, Ramsay stopped to collapse in a heap next
to him. "Why couldn't you have just stayed funny?" Lamented Ramsay as he
caressed the bloody, battered boy. Moaning, Reek crawled into his Master's arms
to recieve what comfort he could get. "Sorry Master, sorry." He cried softly,
dribbling blood and snot down his face into the dirt. Ramsay registered the
sounds around him, starting with Jeyne and Damon rutting nearby. That wasn't
the alarming sound though, no the alarming sounds were the silence. Joff leaned
against a tree with wide eyes, teeth chattering. Another not right sound or
look at all. Also wrong was Ben dead on the ground with his throat gone. Ramsay
gave hearty kicks to Jeyne and Damon, to Joff. He started to slowly walk around
the other side of the bonfire, it had started to calm but was still high. On
the other side was a red twitching thing that was once Myranda. Skinner was
covered in her blood, wide eyed and his head back. Sansa's blade sliced right
across it and then the girl just calmly walked away.
As Sansa walked past Theon on the ground, Ramsay and the others all tensed to
attack. To their horror, Reek put out a thin hand and weakly touched the girl's
leg. Slowly, Sansa looked down at him, crimson face with eyes as wide as his
but with less feeling. "I am sorry that they made you this way. You had to
accept this before any of us, didn't you? I am sorry they all hurt you, it
wasn't fair." It might have been the last of the drugs but his eyes were
sincere and aching, crying for her. Sansa leaned down and stared intently at
his eyes. "Can you cry for me?" Reek nodded and the tears fell. "Thank you."
Standing straight and tall again, she regally walked away. 
Ramsay assumed that Sansa had been taken to the basement labs for the crime of
killing two students, locked away with Roose and Petyr. "It isn't punishment,
it's a debriefing." Muttered Joff and Jeyne stole Damon's beer as she replied,
"It is probably a mind swipe and reboot." In the past Joff would have said
something nasty back but he was feeling off since the hunt a few days ago.
Sansa was not what she seemed at all. All those times she was beaten by him and
this is what she had been capable of? That can only mean one thing, she was
just like Jeyne. Unlike Damon, Joff never takes chances with his personal
health and having a girl ready to snap and kill is too much of a risk. When she
comes back he is breaking it off with her, fuck that shit. 
The whispers and the icy voice tried to penetrate to see through and yet got
nowhere. Sansa simply explained what she did and said she did not know why.
After two days Sansa had a different explanation. She told them that she
destroyed the most useless members of the pack. Petyr shook his head and said
softly, "My sweet girl, that simply cannot be the truth. If you were destroying
all the useless members of the pack, you would have killed Joff as well." A
tiny smirk came over the pained face of the stone girl. "I had other plans for
him." On the third day, after questions, torture and some reprogramming, Sansa
was released.
One week later the group was having supper when Joff began to claw at his
throat. Reek had been allowed to sit in Ramsay's lap, a reward for having been
good all day. "Oh no, he is choking on something!" he cried out but no one
moved. Sansa's calm demeanor next to Joff's spasms told them all it wasn't just
choking. Ramsay let his pet clutch him tightly as the rich little prick turned
purple. Later on Damon sat in the infirmary while Skinner's stitched throat was
being re-bandaged and told him about it in great detail. When Skinner returned
back to the group it was smaller. He got the point quite well and even after he
healed enough to speak, never spoke to nor looked at Sansa again.
***** Almost In Time *****
Chapter Summary
     Revenge is what he loves, what he tastes and it is so sweet. Better
     than candy, better than sex even. So he follows each of them, watches
     their misery and like a cruel deity, he decides when to crush them.
     He wasn't going to make it so soon for this one, but they were
     getting too close. Too close and yet so far away in their
     discoveries. He will make sure they will learn it all, but not till
     he has his prize. Not until he has sucked up every drop of misery
     from them he can.
Davos showered twice and it wasn't enough. Being near Petyr was damn near
killing him. In fact this whole miserable case is killing him. Roose Bolton and
Petyr Baelish are sucking the life out of everything in this town. Folks have
closed down their business to watch some of the trials, the students and mostly
Roose Bolton. So repulsive and yet fascinating to the public. There are books
and movies out already and Davos is just sick of it all. Stannis was never much
of a joyful person, but now he is downright depressive. Davos is unnerved by
how much time his friend is spending with Petyr. Is it truly necessary for the
judge to be the one watching Petyr? An officer sits at Petyr's building all
night, a detective stays in the rented room with the man. Yet Petyr seems to
almost always be with Stanis, telling his macabre stories.
By the time he met Margery at the little corner bar, he was already a bit
lubricated. Not enough that he felt he couldn't drive, just enough to bear
leaving the house. She glared at him and whispered, "You idiot! You drunken
stupid lovable guy, we could both lose our jobs for this! And here you are
already weaving! Let's go, right now." Grabbing his arm, the young mother
chastised him all the way to her car. "You cannot drive anywhere like this! I
will take the files to the boys myself." Davos shook his head and began to
argue with her. "No, I am fine. I can bring this to them. You have a husband
and kids waiting on you. Go eat dinner with your family and forget about this
freak show." Smiling, Margery gives Davos a big hug. "Are you coming to the
birthday party for the girls this weekend?" "I wouldn't miss it for anything.
Now you go home and I am bringing this stuff to Tyrion and Podrick. Maybe they
will see something we don't."
Davos was sure he won the argument until he saw his truck as he went by,
looking out Margery's car window. "I have to say, you know, like every woman I
wanted to have a child. Made of myself and Renly. I was heartbroken when I
couldn't have children but then we saw those little girls. Little cherubs with
long red hair and dimples. I quietly thank their mother for them before bed
sometimes.  Crazy, isn't it? I was with Renly, coming out of another stupid
therapy session. And suddenly we just walked across the street to the
orphanage. There they were and they were ours. We just knew it. They just
complete our lives. This trial has been a lot of time away and as soon as they
fry them, I am taking a very long vacation. Taking my hubby and girls far away
for some time alone with me." 
Margery parked the car and grabbed the boxes to bring to the boys. Davos
insisted on helping with the files. "Ah, thank you, thank you!" Tyrion said as
they carried the cardboard boxes forth. "You only have about two days, boys.
Move it." Warned Margery as she looked disapprovingly at the once lovely living
room of Tyrion's apartment. Now it was a mess of take out containers, files
everywhere, clothing randomly tossed about along with cups full of old coffee.
They almost out numbered the empty wine bottles and husks of Red Bull. The
walls were covered with silk wallpaper that was now covered in gruesome photos,
sticky notes and diagrams. Both men were red eyes, intense stares, wild hair
and questionably clean clothing. Podrick spoke with obsession, conviction and
pure exhaustion. "We have already found so much more. Just wait till we finish
connecting it all. Did you know, we already have found a huge fucking LIE.
According to the doctor who autopsied Sansa...as well as an obstetrician at the
prison hospital! Petyr and Sansa told us of a son, yet her body tells a
different story! She had more than one child according to her damned insides!" 
The boy was practically dancing as he spoke and Margery gave him a look of
concern. "Perhaps you should lay off the energy drinks for a bit, Podrick. I
understand what you are saying but it really won't make a difference at this
point. She is dead and if she had more children, they are better off now, I am
sure. Could you imagine that poor crazed girl trying to raise children?"
Shivering delicately, Margery gave a last sigh at the mess and left with Davos.
As soon as Margery dropped him off, he started to walk back towards the bar.
Davos was only about two blocks away and wanted his truck back. Plus another
drink or two couldn't hurt. By the time Davos had reached the bar, he was more
hungry than thirsty. A burger and fries brought some sobriety back and he was
sure he could drive home. Another beer was fine and then he headed for his
truck. This fucking case is killing them all and it has to end. Yet, he hoped,
prayed that Podrick and Tyrion found something that they can rearrest Petyr
for. New charges. Because Davos  knew deep in his heart that Petyr was so
guilty that it nearly fucking shined off him. The man was as evil and guilty as
Roose himself. And they not only set him free, but cater to him, let him be so
close to Stannis. Something is very wrong but Davos just cannot put his finger
on it.
He started the engine and stared blankly through the windshield. Fireworks
burst above from the nearby carnival and Davos watched them. Flashing colors
then sparks of brilliant white which reminded Davos of other lights. Sparking
lights on the end of long sticks waved by the lovely twins. All brilliant red
hair and sparkling lights, so charming, so vibrant. Red hair, tresses of red,
blood red nearly, only one other girl ever had hair like that. Oh Gods, what
was it that Podrick said? That Sansa had more than one child. Petyr had said
how the birthing was so long and complicated. He said he never should have let
her hold the boy...did he neglect to continue that sentence? Davos cursed
loudly out loud as pictures and thoughts flew too fast through his tired, drunk
head. Margery a few years back, so depressed telling Davos that she was trying
a new doctor. Holding out Roose fucking Bolton's card to show him. Dammit, no
wait, wait because she left a therapy session with her husband and they just
happen to walk into the orphanage? And here they are the lovely little twin
girls and Davos bet that they looked just like Sansa's lost son. Then the worst
thing, the real concerning thing that hit Davos's head is what sprung him into
action. That hungry possessive look he saw on Petyr's face at the funeral. He
was watching those girls so intently, his face looking like a jackal.
"OH NO, OH, HE KNOWS BECAUSE HE SET IT UP. PETYR CANNOT EVER CLAIM SANSA, BUT
HE CAN HAVE HER CHILDREN! HER DAUGHTERS! HE SET THE ADOPTION UP, ROOSE
BRAINWASHED THEM OR SOMETHING AND THEY TOOK THE CHILDREN! THEY ARE ONLY
DISPOSABLE BABYSITTERS UNTIL PETYR CAN TRULY BE FREE. THEN HE WILL-OH GODS, I
HAVE TO CALL MARGERY! CALL THE POLICE, OH GODS, CALL STANNIS!" He wasn't even
aware he shouted that out loud.  Davos wondered just how much control Roose and
Petyr have with their fucking hypnosis tricks. He fumbled to get his phone out
of his pocket and brought it up fast to his ear. Davos caught sight of himself
in the rear-view mirror. As he started to press his finger to make a call,
Davos wondered in drunken slow horror why he was holding his own gun to his
head.
The spray of blood and chunks of bone, blood and tissue colored the drivers
side of the car. A couple of girls on their first night out at a bar saw it
happen and began to scream. What haunted them the most wasn't the gore, it was
the look on the man's face. He was aware of what he was doing and yet seemed to
not want it. It was a silent scream of denial as the man shot himself.
***** It's Only Forever, Not Long At All *****
Chapter Summary
     Theon Greyjoy's haunting image during that fucking news interview had
     a dart through it. It was faded but still stuck in this old tenement
     doorway. He had been so frail and thin, shaking like a drowned rat.
     Long messy hair, those huge eyes, silent screaming insanity. He had
     to be, that is what everyone had thought, he had to be. Whether it
     was someone who thought he should fry or thought he was a pure
     victim, they all agreed. He was insane, I mean, listen to that
     interview, how could anyone just say that, think that? The reporter
     had asked, "You confessed to murdering a six year and a ten year
     old?" A slow nod and the reporter asked, "Why did you kill those
     boys, Theon?" "Not Theon, Reek." "Alright. Why did you kill those two
     boys?" Then a terrifyingly innocent grin and he acted like the answer
     should have been obvious. "My Master told me to. And his Master told
     him to. And he is the Father who serves the Devil. And the Devil
     serves the Spider. We are being punished now because we broke a rule.
     Me, Ramsay and Sansa, we wanted to be done serving. So here we are
     and we pay."
The man silently sighed as the tall shadow glided past him for a countless
time.
"You lied. Fucking liar, both of you. All of you."
"We did not lie. He will be here."
"You keep saying that. Liars. When will he be here?"
"Soon. He has to be careful and he is probably not feeling well still."
"Because of you! You two put him there! I hate you."
"You can hate us, just obey us."
"We always do and you lied!"
"I did not lie. Stop speaking and upsetting yourself. Talking too much upsets
you."
A quick twitch and the shadow held a blade at the other throat.
"That is exactly what I mean. Now put that knife down and go to your room."
"Fuck you. Liar."
The snarled words meant nothing to the man since she moved the blade away from
his throat, but did not put it down.
 
Then.
A deep grumble, a voice that made the shadow give a thin high pitched sound of
terrible yearning.
"What the fuck have I told you about using weapons without permission. Want
that wrist broken?"
The knife clattered to the floor and the shadow wrapped itself around the large
growling figure in the doorway.
***** The Wolf Pack *****
Chapter Summary
     Theon Greyjoy aka Reek was the first for execution.
     It looked like they strapped a little boy in a chair for lethal
     injection. His eyes haunted the witnesses as much as the thin wrists
     wrapped in straps transported fast from a pediatric mental hospital.
     When asked if he had last words, he did. And not only was it horrific
     to hear in that terrified, lost child voice, but even those who read
     it all over the media were chilled. Many eyes flowed with tears over
     it. "I am Reek, not Theon. I love my Master, he will be with me again
     soon. I know he will and Sansa will be there too. I am only scared of
     Sir following us there. Because there is no way he won't be joining
     us in hell."
     Ramsay Bolton began to scream at the precise moment that Theon
     Greyjoy was pronounced dead. In an attempt to sedate the desolate
     man, he went crazy as if he were a beast. Two guards were in critical
     conditions and one was dead before Ramsay was shot to death. A riot
     had begun when Ramsay started to attack and several prisoners and
     guards were killed before it ended two hours later.
Other kids came and went as students as the years kept on. Mostly they were
learning the same exact things, the same behaviors and got the same treatments.
However, with the exception of Ramsay's traditional introduction to the school,
Roose and Petyr discourage these students from mingling with any others. Petyr
has plans for his team and they have all new schedules and classes now. All
academics are still taught by Locke to them, but only academics that relate to
what they truly need to know. They start classes with Locke when the others
students have finished their classes. Even the eating times were changed so
minimal contact would happen. Roose went as far as to move their rooms to
another wing of the school. 
Jeyne, Damon, Ramsay, Reek, Sansa and Skinner were together most of their time.
To Sansa's disgust and Skinner's horror they were paired together for work.
Jaqen now showed three times a week to work with them, sometimes he will take
them out into the world and test their skills. All medical testing, all
experiments and medications were reduced to small reconditioning sessions. It
was no longer needed and it was just for Roose's own curiousness and paranoia
than anything. Styr and Tormund taught them more than disciplined them now.
They were not seen as dumb brutal counselors now. Only to the Wolf pack (as
Sansa and Ramsay named them) did Styr and Tormund reveal their true talents.
Each student learned how to pick any lock, how to commit arson. They were
taught how to track a person, how to stalk them, how to spy on them and how to
kill them.
From Petyr they learned how to use the internet as a weapon like any other.
They also learned how to lie, how to be convincing at it and how to control all
emotion. Roose taught them how to torture a person, how to get rid of a body
and all evidence. Jaqen taught them how to be someone else, how to assassinate,
how to hijack, how to kidnap and ransom. Locke taught them how to make bombs,
how to make traps, how to avoid the same. How to create and use various
poisons. The kids no longer caused much trouble, though they tended to get a
bit wild sometimes, nothing too huge. They wanted to learn, these were lessons
they enjoyed and if this school had cared about such things, they all would
have been on the honor roll. Blossoming into their teen years, they became more
dangerous, more talented.  Final tests for them to complete before they could
have a summer break was a little different than the ones the other students
had.
They robbed a bank and a jewelry store. Crashed and brought down all government
websites for twenty minutes which was on the news for days. Kidnapped a young
boy from a prominent family and not only received the demanded money, returned
the child unharmed. Strangely enough, the only ones who took care of the boy
was Jeyne and Sansa. The boy was kept blindfolded and sedated most of the time.
When he was reunited with his parents, he told them he only heard angels. That
two guardian angels sang and told stories to him while he sat on a bed. They
would put food and drink into his mouth as if he were a baby. If he cried they
would hold him and pet him, saying he would see his parents very soon. The Wolf
pack also stalked, conned and killed. Each of kills had to be done carefully,
else Roose find fault with evidence he can find. The best and hardest test was
always last. To become someone else, to do it well enough to infiltrate
somewhere they should not be.
Starting out with small things, becoming a waiter or a maid. A security guard,
a receptionist, a medical technician, a child's replacement nanny.  Each of the
kids had great fun getting into country clubs, weddings, charity balls and they
never left empty handed. They started to achieve bigger and better goals,
better targets and at seventeen, they had the greatest contest of all. Each of
them, in their pairs would pull the ultimate con that they could. Sansa and
Skinner did quite well for themselves, they managed to get a couple from a
local hotel drunk. Then they were drugged, stripped and left in the woods,
miles from anywhere. Since they were already in disguise at the bar, the two
men would never be able to correctly identify them. Sansa and Skinner stole
from every single hotel room. They managed to disconnect all alarm systems and
to crash their site to dust. All charges for all customers were wiped away,
gone. A hotel manager and a bartender might not be the best disguises, but they
gave it their best shot.
Ramsay and Reek became sleek gentlemen of the highest order. They started to
appear at the nicest nursing home in the area. Pretending that a poor dementia
ridden stranger was their dear grandfather got them in the door. Every day they
visited this poor drooling soul and the other rich elderly residents liked the
boys. Such an amazing dedication to their relative and the story was so sad and
honorable. They never knew that their grandfather was even this bad, the
parents had lied to them to protect them from too much emotion. And it was
clear that these boys did have emotions, they cried when they saw him,
sometimes.  Oh, they all warmed to these caring souls and when it was mentioned
the boys worked on stocks, they were trusted. For weeks they were invited to
the sensitive information that the elderly residents should never be offering. 
Suddenly, the two handsome blonde boys were gone and so was every cent any of
those folks had left. Not that it mattered to them as they burned to death in
the horrific explosion of the nursing home.
Damon and Jeyne had the most difficult one of all that they could think of.
They stole a church. There was a dead nun and a dead priest found later behind
the church bushes. By then Damon had run two services, gave communion and then
heard some confessions that had him horrified for days. Everyone at the
services agreed that though the large replacement priest was huge and strange,
he was better at making fun sermons. The new nun was a little creepy with her
silence and way she moved was almost floating. Even though she was pleasant and
nice to all, in spite of her running an excellent Sunday school for the
children, many had nightmares. That night children and adults alike had uneasy
dreams of a faceless nun floating after them. Then suddenly contorting
instantly and attacking, with eyes of fire. After the services ended for the
day, Damon and Jeyne took everything. Anything the church had of value, even
the wine was gone. The funds of the church were all transferred elsewhere and
descriptions of the fake priest and nun did not help. A blue eyed girl with
pockmarks and a missing tooth. Her hair under a habit, her body hidden in
black, there was no way to find her. As for the large man, with a red mess of
hair and brilliant green eyes should be a sight. Too bad he didn't exist. No
prints, nothing for anyone to go on.  
This however was not what impressed the staff and other students the most. What
did that was the fact that the church they had targeted was in the South. They
managed to steal a small plane to get there and back.
That night the staff gave them all the permission to finally go on vacation.
Reek was still sobbing on occasion, he had begged Ramsay not to kill all those
old folks. Every time he closed his eyes, he could smell the fumes on his
clothing and hear the screams of the helpless victims burning to death. Even
though Ramsay was upset that Damon and Jeyne managed to best them again, he was
more concerned over his pet's grief. As the Wolf pack lay in a circle around
their bonfire, Ramsay tried to comfort his Reek. "Hush, stop crying over them.
Listen to me, no one else can matter, ever. Do you understand that? If we want
to survive we have to be willing and ready to do anything. The only person you
should cry over is me, Reek. Do I still matter to you?" With a gasp, Reek
rushed into Ramsay's arms and began to assure him desperately. "You matter, you
are all that matters.  I am being stupid, forgive me. I love you, Master."
Wrapping his entire body around the smaller boy, Ramsay he whispered, "I will
always protect you, love you. We will be linked forever, Reek. We are monsters,
my love, total and complete crazed killers. But even monsters can have family
and love. This is our family and you and I have love. So what the fuck else
could ever matter to us? We shall become famous someday, Reek. Someone might
even write a book on us." Laughed Ramsay and Reek muttered, "Yeah, if Sir ever
manages to get these books published."
Laughing now, Ramsay and Reek rolled into the other kids laying in the dirt and
they all started to playfully wrestle about. Damon put back on his priest's
costume and had each of them take communion. Jeyne in her nun outfit gave them
all wine from a chalice while they all agreed she looked scary as fucking hell.
The laced wafers Damon handed out worked very fast and life became magic, wild,
fun and they were immortal. Untouched by society, fierce killers dancing and
howling, biting, fucking, flying into the cosmic universe and they were going
to live forever.
***** Secret Friends, Secret Faces *****
Chapter Summary
     "Damon, are you scared?"
     "No. I order you not to be scared, Jeyne."
     "I love you."
     "I know that. Shut up."
     "Okay."
     "Jeyne? Just in case one of us doesn't wake up. I love you too."
     "I know. Thank you for saying it."
     "If we both live, you will never ask me if I love you again. Now shut
     up."
     "Hold my hand and sing until I go under?"
     "I will sing and you will count, okay?"
     "Damon, when we wake up, who will we be?"
     "I don't know. It really doesn't matter. We will be together."
     Damon sang then it was just blackness.
Shireen sighed and shut off the disturbing dramatics of the news over the
deaths of Ramsay Bolton and Theon Greyjoy. She was glad they were dead, truth
be told. This case has consumed everyone's lives and destroyed a good amount of
them as well. Davos was like a grandfather to her and this case killed him. It
was the closest to a loving relative relationship that she had, besides one
other. Her ugly stern mother and the fire brand lovely mistress got the same
man as Shireen had. A cold stern, distracted blank person full of rules and
goals but no emotion. Work always came first followed by status. A cruel
indifference to the ones who served him or loved him.
Shaking her head, trying to clear her mind of distractions, Shireen moaned. So
tired from it all, now the most important work she may ever do and here she is
thinking of her damned family. And that fucking Bolton thing. It is almost
over, all of it and she just wants it all to end now. The greatest plastic
surgeon in training was just drained. Emotions ran high in everyone around the
lifeless Stannis Baratheon. It never touched him but it was there in all his
women. All week it has been worse than ever. With all the women crammed into
the same apartment that Stannis deemed safe, it has been a hurricane. It is one
thing to all meet for visits and to support each other, living together is
intolerable. Drinking more Red Bull, she tried to focus on the book in front of
her.
Locked in the tiny room she was allotted as her own, she was not concentrating
on her thesis. This was going to be a private success, but it could also become
a terrible mistake. This might cost lives or this might create a sort of
monster set loose for destruction.  Either way, Shireen did not shirk at the
thought of failure. It is worth it, Shireen has spent years learning, hiding,
surviving and she would be damned if anything would stop her now. Years back
she promised this task to someone, her mentor, her only other friend in the
world. Yawning, trying to blink to see the words better, Shireen smiled. He was
everything really. A father, a friend, a counselor, a guide, a muse, the one
person who had ever cared if she lived or died. As her eyes stared blankly at
the words in front of her, Shireen slid into the past.
"Antihelical Fold" The word was said numbly and as her eyes scanned the rest,
her mind wandered away.
She saw that pathetic scrap of a girl getting picked on by three popular little
girls. Cringing, trying to hide her crying face under long messy hair. Pushing
her way past them, Shireen had run to a bench at the last second one of the
girls tripped her. They ran away laughing as blood and dirt covered the girl's
face. "How much longer are you going to let them do that to you? Kind of silly
to just accept the abuse and do nothing about it." Shireen looked up to see a
strange man who was sitting on the bench, watching the whole thing. He was
familiar to her, he was always here at the library. Same time everyday the same
as her for months now. This was the first time he has ever spoken to her.
"Why do you care?" Shireen wiped her face and stood up, trying to salvage her
pride. With a little tilt to his head, the man studied her and Shireen did the
same back. The man was not handsome, not ugly, he was expressionless.  He
seemed to wear a mask more than a face. No wrinkles, no crow's feet, nothing
but pale smooth skin. His eyes were an average brown but there was only blank
intense orbs reflecting back. "Are you done staring at me yet? Go on, you want
to make fun of my skin condition too? Or are you one of those perverts that
mother tells me will kill me one day? Actually, she hopes for that." A sudden
flare in his eyes and then a voice full of hissing joy.
"Ah, see there it is! Now it appears, that venom, that wit you have, its your
weapon! You waste it on me when you should have demolished those girls with
it!" "If I do, they hit me instead of call names. I know, I have made that
mistake. It just makes it worse." The man leaned closer and said, "That is
because you have to learn how to be a little sneaky. You need to learn how to
use your words during the right opportunity. I care because I watch you dance
this pathetic little dance everyday and it irritates me. Why do you abuse
yourself this way? You let your family destroy you. I know because you sat near
me at the bus stop the other day. I watched you cry and plead with your father.
I watched you call and placate your mother. And I saw how angry you were, how
hurt and I know exactly what that feels like. I see you bullied everywhere you
go. And I watch you take it the same way I did once. And I do know how it
feels, to be the freak."
Shireen sat next to him on the bench, intrigued but wary. "You see what is on
my face, right? It will never go away, I can't ever change it." The man gave a
sigh and gently, slowly touched her face and stroked the red rash gently. "I
have never had this, no. But my face was crushed inwards until it was only
meat. I had to have twenty surgeries just to have this unfeeling frozen face.
You think you are ugly? Look, you can frown or smile. I would be the ugliest
thing on earth if it could mean I could show an emotion. Don't you even
understand how lucky you are for what you do have? And do you have any idea how
much more you deserve?" And Shireen was caught, hook, line and sinker. The
thing was, she knew it too. There was going to be an ulterior motive, there had
to be. So when it came she wasn't stunned. By then Shireen had been secret
friends with Jaqen for some time.
Those girls, those stupid bullies, they got theirs first. Shireen had broken
into the ringleader's home and went into her private bathroom. Every single
bottle in the bathroom was emptied and replaced with new liquid. The idiot
washed her hair with the  depilatory  and was bald ten minutes later. She also
suffered minor burns in her eyes causing her to need glasses from now on. Jaqen
assured Shireen that it was not her fault the stupid girl didn't shut her eyes
while shampooing. The second girl had revenge served during a wait for the bus
in front of the library. She always brings brownies, pot brownies with her
after school. Shireen switched them with a new version all her own. It contains
laxative and some LSD provided by Jaqen. By the time they were done at the
library and were at the bus stop, she was tripping, clutching her stomach.
While standing with several other students plus a librarian, a nearby police
officer and folks walking by, the girl shit herself. Filth running down her
spread legs as she screamed about dragons and zombies. Jaqen assured Shireen
that the girl needed to go into rehab anyway.
The last one was the most fun and felt the best. Shireen had found out that the
girl was bulimic. It was easy enough to slip the  hydrogen peroxide into her
food. Along with some laxative and the girl never even made it to the bathroom.
Shireen watched from her table at the cafeteria as the girl seemed to just
explode from every orifice. She agreed with Jaqen that being in the hospital
was the best place for her anyway. After the surgery for the hemorrhages, the
girl was placed into a program for eating disorders. Shireen knew then that she
would never be afraid again. Jaqen taught her everything, he guided and
directed her talents and she was secretly powerful. Even her parents couldn't
really hurt her anymore. Not her father with his cold indifference, not her
mother with her cutting words and abusive blows. It didn't matter to her when
she found out about her father's mistress. Untouched, Shireen had moved away
the second she could, she lived in the same city. However, she only met her
parents on her terms, in public and that made it so much better. Now she didn't
have to hide to meet with Jaqen. He could come to her apartment and inspire,
train and prepare her for a strong, independent life.
It was Jaqen who saw her career, he saw how a scalpel belonged in her delicate
hands. Shireen soon could not imagine ever not being a plastic surgeon. When
Shireen was sixteen, she was already practicing in a lab that Jaqen knew of.
The night security was purposely blind and the medical staff that she saw
remained nameless. They taught her hands on, they let her watch, they let her
fail and succeed at small surgeries.  When Shireen entered medical school she
did things she has already done to perfection. She launched to the top of her
class and then soared beyond. I will graduate early, I will be amazing and do
amazing things, Shireen would whisper to herself. While other students would
party, would have relationships, she studies. Jaqen pushes and sometimes he is
the one to force her to rest. The bigger goal is always in mind, though. It was
always there, that whisper that reminds Shireen that it really a web. Caught in
the spider's web, but it is not a bad thing. Not a scary thing, not at all, he
is there with me always. Jaqen can be miles away, but always with me. Because
he cares, I am like his daughter. I am his daughter, really. He created me. I
owe him everything and this is just one thing. And then...it will be power, it
will be everything I want. 
So in the morning, the scalpel did not tremble, it sang a lovely song on skin.
The blade carved and curved and tucked and changed. At one point, Shireen
paused, thinking again of her father. Poor man, you tried so hard to drown
yourself in justice and morals. As if that can make up for what you did to my
friend. I feel bad for mother and your mistress. I hope to have the patience of
Jaqen someday, I do.
The blade removed Jeyne and Damon.
***** A Tragedy and A Trio *****
Chapter Summary
     Feel something for me because I can't feel anything.
     Cry, scream or even moan. I am drowning. Drown for me, you are better
     at pain and loss than I am....
Sansa knocked on the door as loudly as she dared until Ramsay ripped it open
growling. "What?" In a cold but shaking voice she responded, "I need Reek.
Right now." Ramsay stared at her then softly said, "Excuse me?" From behind
him, in the darkness, a voice. "Master? I cry for Sansa when she hurts. Like at
the bonfires." Sighing, Ramsay nodded and said for Reek to turn on the light.
"Be quick and be quiet. Tormund is still roaming out there somewhere. He has
fucking insomnia or some shit." Ramsay leaned against the door half asleep, as
Reek swung his legs over the side of the bed. Both of them were in trunks but
nothing else. It was getting freezing around here recently, as if Roose was not
filling enough oil or something.  Any colder and Ramsay is buying himself a
heater. That is when Sansa did something that stunned Ramsay and Reek alike.
Before Reek could stand up, Sansa knelt upon the rug in front of him. Her hands
were clasped in her lap and she did not touch him at all. But she was close
enough that he could not stand now. Reek often kneels before Ramsay, sometimes
in front of others that he leaves him with. No one has ever knelt before Reek
and he did not know what to do. "Please, no..I.." He looked over at his Master
for assistance but Ramsay was standing with his mouth open. Sansa looked up at
Reek and began to speak. Her face remained stone, her words had little
inflection, but sometimes her voice cracked or shook a bit.
And they listened. And Reek cried.
 
"I waited until Roose came back from dinner with Petyr before putting a little
something on his toothbrush. He will sleep deeply tonight is at all. I should
have poisoned it instead. As soon as I knew that the drug took effect and he
was out cold, I went to the basement. I knew the codes and I had been
practicing for weeks. Not a single problem, no clumsy fucking Skinner to mess
it up this time. I needed to be perfect for this and I was. It felt so good for
a moment, like I was really about to be amazing! Then I went into the room
where my brother was, ready to be the hero. It couldn't be as bad as everyone
said. When I had been down there before, I never saw him so I didn't know. It
was...it wasn't Jon anymore. He did not know who I was. One eye stared at me
blankly and the other stared into space. He was so thin, so much thinner than
you, Reek. Bruises, cuts, scars and so many needle marks everywhere. He was
curled up on a rubber mat in a dog cage, wearing nothing but a diaper. It took
me twenty minutes to coax him out of there. Then he just moved like a robot
would, never speaking once. I tried to talk to him, I told him how sorry I was,
how I was going to save him. He just staggered after me until we got to the
forest. Digging his heels into the dirt, whining, then he starts to cry. His
voice, he sounded like when we were little kids. If the storms were crashing
over our head, thunder cracking and lightening striking close, we all shared
Robb's bed. That is how his voice would sound then, small and scared. And it
caused such a pain inside me I thought I was dying. I think part of me was
dying. He said no woods, no hunt and I told him, I promised him. That I
wouldn't let anyone ever touch him again, that I would keep him safe forever.
So like the seven year old boy that I am going to remember him as, Jon trusted
me to take him into the woods. Just before I did it, he recognized me. He got
out a sort of version of my name and then his eyes were happy. When he died
they stayed like that for a second."
 
Reek sobbed with true feeling, true horror and empathy for the broken soul. He
wailed with mourning for a lost tortured brother, he cried for Jon's pain in
the dark hell of Roose's fantasies. Choking on bitterness and a horrible black
sense of guilt for not saving him in time. The whole time Sansa sat stone
faced, watching the boy's misery intently. Ramsay stood wide eyed with
fascination watching them both. He thought this was the most beautiful
agonizing thing he has ever seen. As Reek began to slow in his tears, Sansa
began to relax a tiny bit. That is when Ramsay moved closer and spoke. "You
can't kill my father, you know. Many others have tried and they are not around
to tell you of it.  You simply are not good enough yet to kill any of the
staff. None of us are. They make sure of that on purpose." Sansa stood up and
stared at Ramsay with her chin held high. Only her eyes showed any emotion and
they burned. "How am I supposed to continue on with this, knowing what Roose
did to my brother? I must avenge him, it is all I can do now."  "This is what
we can do. You can dump Skinner as a partner since he is holding you back. You
join with Reek and I. We become invincible, we learn all we can, then we find a
way for us three to escape. We go far away, we gain more skills and power. I
have been researching and talking online to make new contacts for us. We can
grow stronger, more skilled, better than them. Then we come back and destroy
them all. I promise I will hold my father for your blade, Sansa."
The statue seemed to freeze for a bit, then the cold glacier flesh slowly
cracked into an icy smile. "A trio?" Ramsay grinned back and said, "My pet
already seems to like you. That is a good start." "Alright then, a trio. And a
deadly one that will someday show no mercy when destroying our creators."
***** Making Pets Perform *****
Chapter Summary
     I am a monster and a doll.
     Put together piece by piece, pieces that don't work right are ripped
     away, replaced by a better functioning piece.
     I will never feel whole because they took out my heart, my soul, my
     very essence of what makes a person.
     A monster. A breathing killing doll.
     Meant to obey and move smoothly until I am made to stop.
     Pray that someone stops me before I no longer remember what I was
     before I became a monster.
Skinner and Sansa were in complete bliss, freed from each other.
It took all of them as a group to speak with Petyr and Roose. To convince them
that it could work. It was explained how they could each play a vital role, how
it didn't just have to be in pairs. Skinner truly worked best alone, Sansa's
skill matched Ramsay and Reek better. Nodding, Petyr finally said, "Alright, we
shall try it out. We have a very big job coming up for you all. A very large
house thinks because it is rich, it is invincible. I would like us to prove
them and all others that were allied with them that they were very wrong. The
house will be penetrated, all in the house will be killed in any manner you
choose. Make it savage and slow if you prefer, but no survivors. If all goes
well with this job then the switching of teams can be permanent."
Sansa took the joint from Damon, sucked deeply and handed it to Skinner.
Already more than half baked, Ramsay burst out laughing and yelled
encouragement to his pet. "Dude, she is way quicker, there is no way he's gonna
win. Oh fuck, oh no, Jeyne, what the fuck was that?" Now they were all laughing
at the two practicing at the edge of the woods. Theon and Jeyne have been
stealing from each other for the past twenty minutes and it has turned more
into a version of ninja tag. Faster and faster through the trees, till Jeyne
had run straight into one. While everyone laughed and Jeyne wiped the blood
from her nose, Theon disappeared. He went up the branches, went to another tree
and waited. Jeyne jumped deep into the bushes and he leaned on the branch,
giggling. By the time the giggles stopped, Jeyne had stolen his sneakers and
was down the tree, hooting.
This caused a fresh round of catcalling and giggles, fueling the two to even
sillier antics.
Idly, Sansa crawled to slump between Ramsay and Damon. "I know Reek and Jeyne
are loyal. And really, really good at what they do. But did you ever wonder if
they will hit a point where they say no? I mean, unlike the rest of us they
aren't truly killers, not in the same way. Jeyne was innocent, Theon was just
protecting his family from his father. Both would never have ever hurt anyone
if they just had real help. They kill because they are forced, pushed into it.
So won't a time come when they will be told to do something that just goes
against everything inside of them? What happens then?" Damon and Ramsay stared
at the two figures that were panting and grinning at each other, taking a break
beneath a tree. "Jeyne is one of the most deadly humans I have ever met. I
don't think much would rattle her. But she does what she is told to do." Damon
replied firmly. Ramsay looked at Sansa without any doubt. "Theon has no say and
Reek does whatever I want him to, whether he wants to or not." Whether
intentional or not, a seed of doubt was planted.
It did not take learn for them to take down the security system. While Damon,
Ramsay and Skinner took care of the bodyguards, Sansa poisoned the dogs. Jeyne
and Theon took out all power after they managed to breach the house. Silently,
the house was searched and robbed while the family slept peacefully. All files
of interest were removed and only after everything else was done did the
students head towards the bedrooms. The whole family including two teenagers
and three small children were brought downstairs. It was expected that Skinner
would be more brutal than ever with no instructions on how to go about the
deaths. He flayed and raped the wife, taking his time to really enjoy himself.
When Ramsay and Damon raped the teenage daughter, Reek and Jeyne ignored it.
Sansa had slit the husband's throat so he wouldn't have to watch his family
suffer. This annoyed the boys, except for Theon who was silently grateful. He
and Jeyne had already murdered the teen boy, who was strong in his panic.
During this time, the two small children had run out of the room, Sansa chasing
after them.
"Don't kill them yet, just bring them back! Jeyne, Reek, help her find those
kids." Damon instructed and the two ran into the dark hallways. It didn't take
very long, but when they returned with the three sobbing little ones, the
others were finished. Both mother and daughter were bloody and still on the
floor. The kids screamed and sobbed upon seeing their slaughtered family. Not
one of them was over seven, in fact the files told them they were seven, five
and three years of age. "Remember what Petyr said, no survivors. So Reek and
Jeyne will take care of these three. Kill them however you want, pet. You too,
Jeyne." Ramsay was looking at them hard as he said it and so was Damon. Both
were startled and looked up at Ramsay with stunned eyes. Jeyne was known to be
extra nice to any children they encountered, if they had to be killed,she
disappeared before it happened. Theon avoided everything about children and
cries for hours after one is killed. Normally, Ramsay and Damon did not care.
But Sansa had planted that seed and so both boys were determined. Would Reek
and Jeyne truly obey any command?
Wringing his hands, Reek looked pleadingly at Ramsay. "I...I don't..can't I do
something else, please?" The look Ramsay gave Reek chilled him to the bone.
"What did you say, pet?" The voice was so very soft and the one step Ramsay
took forward made Theon flee and Reek cower. "I'm sorry. I'll do it, Master."
Sobbing the whole time Theon grabbed the eldest boy and slit his throat fast
and deep. As the boy fell to the floor, Reek dry heaved. "Don't you dare vomit!
I don't want to clean everything twice over because of you!" In spite of the
threat, Ramsay's voice was affectionate again. Reek had obeyed and he felt a
weight slide off his shoulders. How could he have doubted it? Jeyne was shaking
her head and backing away. "No. I won't do it." She muttered and Damon growled
at her. "Right now, Jeyne. I am not asking, I am telling you to do it." Jeyne
began to pace and continue to shake her head. "That is not fair, Damon. Petyr
never said I had to kill children. You know how I feel about that. About
killing little children. I won't do it. No."
With a triumphant grin, Ramsay ordered Reek to kill one more child. Bending
over clutching his middle, Theon dry heaved first. Ramsay said nothing this
time, just staring at his pet. As soon as he stopped gagging, he staggered over
to the second oldest child. The little boy pleaded and screamed as Reek yanked
him close. Another deep slice across a tender throat and only one small witness
left. Theon was kneeling over the little boy's body and sobbing hysterically.
Ramsay walked over and petted his pet's head while staring at Damon, grinning.
"One left and I think poor Reek has done enough, don't you? If you can't get
her to do it, you'll have to do it yourself. Then we shall have to tell my
father and Petyr about it. Jeyne will probably spend about a week in
reprogramming, at least. Remember how she cried so much about Watership Down
and father made her skin live rabbits for months?" The taunting was bad enough
but Damon recalled how tortured Jeyne was with those damned rabbits. Sighing,
he knew he couldn't back down now. "Jeyne, you are going to kill that little
girl."
"No, I am not." She singsonged, already deciding to leave her body behind
again. Damon grabbed her and bared her face of hair, forcing her to see him.
"Don't you dare run off into your fucked up head on me! You will kill her or I
will rape her while you watch. Then I will let Ramsay and Skinner have turns on
her too. We will keep tormenting her until you put her down. What would Jaqen
think if he could see you being such a coward?" Screaming in rage, Jeyne
scratched at Damon's face. He easily knocked her away and growled, "You have
ten seconds or I will do what I said, Jeyne." They all silently counted nine
seconds before Jeyne leaped at the tiny sobbing girl. She broke the fragile
neck and then stood over the body. Nothing anyone said or did got Jeyne's
attention, she was gone. Damon moved her by nudging her and telling her
directions from that point on. Even after they were back at the school and the
report was given, she did not move or speak on her own. Roose assured them that
it was the shock of being forced past her limits that did it. That as always,
Jeyne just needs to hide for a few days until she can handle what she did. No
one but Damon was concerned about it.
Petyr and Roose both lectured Ramsay and Damon for forcing their pets into such
a delicate test during a mission. Reek was still unable to stop vomiting and
crying, Jeyne was nearly catatonic. "What if there was fall out and you all
needed to spring to action? You have one in hysterics and the other not
responding, how could they save themselves like that? How could they help any
of you like that? Next time you want to dare each other or try out a new
limitation, tell us first. There is a reason why we train you all right here,
so it is done safely. That was not safe for any of you. What if Jeyne refused
and exploded instead in violence at any of you? You have all seen the
destruction she can cause. What about Theon, if he couldn't do it, were you
going to retrain him right then and there, Ramsay?" Both boys went to bed
feeling stupid and useless. Ramsay spent most of the night simply trying to
calm his pet. Even with a sedative from Roose, Reek was a total emotional wreck
all night long. The small amounts of sleep he did have were full of nightmares.
Ramsay would hold his shrieking pet, whispering it was over and he was sorry it
hurt Reek so much.
Jeyne lay next to Damon like a stiff doll and even singing Labyrinth couldn't
stir her. He fell asleep next to a breathing doll but woke later that night
alone in the bed. Turning, Damon saw Jeyne standing over him, just next to the
bed, silent and tall. He moved just in time, as his own billy-club came
crashing onto the pillow. Damon leaped off the bed to wrestle the weapon out of
her hands but she was already gone. He went to give chase and fell over
something on the floor. It was the remaining pieces of his favorite whip. "Oh,
you bitch!" He growled and went rushing out the door, hands itching to get
around her throat. That is when a huge shovel came swinging too fast for Damon
to shield his face and his nose crunched. A large thud and Damon was down
holding his smashed face. Jeyne stood over him and her eyes blazed. "Don't you
ever make me do something like that again. I am not Reek. I choose to be yours,
Damon. Don't make us both ever regret that decision." Dropping the shovel on
top of him, Jeyne went back to bed. Damon lay there, coughing on his blood as
Jeyne lay down and became a doll.
***** When Dealing With Devils *****
Chapter Summary
     Sansa had known that Petyr would be angry about setting Jeyne and
     Theon into such a state. She was not surprised that Tormund came by
     her room. He told her Petyr said to see him before she went to bed.
     Nodding, Sansa understood that tonight was the night. After all this
     time, she would confront her mentor about her bitterness, her anger
     at him. At what he has allowed and done through the years. She is not
     afraid, she is ready. At least that is what Sansa told herself.
Slipping through the shadows silently, Sansa entered the small dark room. A
hissing voice came and it was not one she was expecting to hear. "Explain
yourself. Why did you do that, push them that way? Do you see the damage you
might have caused with that little stunt?" Sansa made sure her voice was light,
casual. "I wanted to be sure. You told me to always make damn sure of the
allegiances of others, I was just doing that." A shift and the voice was right
behind her now. "That is a perfectly reasonable answer and it worked for Roose.
Now I want the real reason. Why did you do that?" Stiffening, she tried to move
away slowly as if not afraid just bored. "Did you really call me down here at
this hour just to lecture me? I am very tired, I have had a big day torturing
and killing for you. Can't we save this for later?"
A shadow appeared in front of her and Sansa tried to calm her nerves. Stepping
backwards would put her against that hissing anger. Drawing herself up as tall
and imposing as possible, she waited. "I can tell you what the problem is. She
is jealous." That was the smooth soft voice she had been expecting to hear.
However, the words were not welcome at all nor the fact that he brought Jaqen
without warning her first. "What am I jealous of exactly? Jeyne is Damon's
plaything and a rabid dog for her owners. Not to mention crazy as any human
could ever be. Theon is a pet for a sadistic boy who will surely kill him by
accident someday. No, I am not jealous of either of them." Soft laughter from
behind set Sansa's teeth on edge. "No sweetheart, not jealous of the actual
kids. You are jealous that even in their own little hellish worlds that they
found something you can't have. They have feelings for something, that they can
find a real moment of joy with each other. They have a form of bonding no
matter how screwed up and wrong, it is still there. They feel and you don't."
Petyr moved fast and his hands cupped Sansa's cold face. She looked as if tears
would fall on her cheeks any second and he smiled at her. Flinching back, Sansa
hated that particular smile, it has rarely been directed at her, it was a sharp
sneer of controlled anger. "You would have destroyed a very important piece of
our plans, plans that have taken years...because you felt jealous, little girl?
Is this how you thank me for saving you? Saving you from having your very dire
future in your vengeful mother or aunt's hands? I could have left you to
suffer, I didn't have to save you." Fear or not, Sansa scoffed in Petyr's face,
unable to contain herself any longer. "Save me? You saved me? That was so kind
of you. Instead of a few years in an institution with therapy then maybe a
chance at life someday, I have all of this. How lovely of you. You taught me to
never be a victim again. Yes. Only after you made sure that I remained a victim
for years and watched me suffer it. So excuse me if every now and again I feel
a tiny bit petty."
A moment of silence and then Petyr stroked Sansa's face. "You are right. I
should have saved you years earlier. I wish I had just snatched you from your
parents the moment I knew what Ned would do. Because then Jaqen could have
murdered you, then the other children as he had originally intended to do. The
original way of getting Ned to feel as much pain as my poor beloved had to was
to kill his precious babies one by one. But I knew there would be a better way,
I was sure of it. You were so sweet and loving, I wanted to protect you the
only way I could. But when you had those babies, I gave you a gift. I took you
to my own home, introduced you to Jaqen, let you hear his story, let you decide
for yourself. You chose to give up those feelings, you chose this path. I let
you make your own decision,didn't I? You could have gone home and suffered
more." "I was a child, I didn't understand or know what I wanted. All I wanted
was to not be hurt anymore. You both took advantage of me, of my pain." Sansa
ground out, trembling. Petyr nodded and released her face. "I hope allowing
yourself to finally say that out loud helps you feel better."
Jaqen spun Sansa to face his blank beautiful mask and she couldn't help the
tiniest whimper. "Congratulations for finally understanding your own motives. I
am happy that you could get out that resentment off your chest and deal with
it. Now you are going to get a chance to really feel something. No matter your
own personal feelings, you do not ever put them above your work. If you ever
pull something like this again, Petyr will not stop me from my original plan."
Petyr turned and left, hardening himself against the screams he heard ripping
from Sansa. Jaqen would make sure she felt enough pain that she wouldn't want
to feel anything for a while.
***** A Spider's Favorite Flies *****
Chapter Summary
     Each of the Masters had a favorite of course.
     Roose favored his son of course, Petyr was always for Sansa and
     Jaqen's was Jeyne.
     The big difference was this:
     Roose saw Ramsay as an experiment.
     Petyr saw Sansa as a weapon.
     Jaqen saw Jeyne as his own child.
Jaqen watched as Jeyne tore through the room wailing, "I can't look at me or
him! LISTEN, THIS IS NOT MY VOICE! NO NO! YOU TELL DAMON I WON'T SEE HIM. I..am
not me. So he won't be him. He might have a new voice too. Nothing will tell me
it's him." Leaning against the wall outside of the room, Damon smacked his fist
into the wall. "Stay silent, stay there. Don't provoke her right now, I will
calm her down. Have patience." Rolling his eyes at the advice for the countless
time within the past week, Damon stormed away down the hall. Shireen appeared
and tried to calm the agitated man. Damon shoved her away and began to destroy
something loud enough to make Jaqen wince. "It's a very good thing you are
awfully fond of that boy, dearie. He has destroyed half this place waiting for
you to let him in. If he wasn't still in recovery I would take it out on his
body. As it is for whatever he has just smashed, I am going to make sure he has
one hell of a nightmare tonight." Spinning around Jeyne screamed, rushing at
Jaqen. "Don't you hurt him! Don't give him a nightmare, he already had to live
in one!"
Wrapping tight arms around the spitting, screaming Jeyne seemed to silence her.
"I won't disturb his sleep if you calm down and try to behave." Sniffing and
sagging against the only person besides Damon that Jeyne has ever trusted at
the school, she nodded. In a voice very much like a little girl, innocent and
sweet like she once had been, she spoke. So long ago that she cannot really
remember it now, but Jaqen had remembered her voice. Now she had a modulated
version of that voice and Jaqen smiled as much as he could into her hair at the
lovely sound of it. "It just scares me. I am not me, not even my voice is me.
Damon won't be Damon." "Hush and listen to me. Close your eyes and look. The
castle, everything there, it is all the same. Look in the big brass mirror in
the hallway. See yourself there? Still the same. And your black knight that is
currently smashing things? See him, he is the same. Inside you are the same and
so is he. It does not matter what the outer shell looks or sounds like. This is
the true reality of what you and he are."
A half hour later Damon was letting Shireen tend his sore knuckles amid the
smashed up furniture. He was sitting on a half broken table when he looked up
to see a new person enter the room. Tall like Jeyne but that was the only
resemblance and Damon couldn't breathe. Bright hazel eyes, pouting lips, pert
nose, narrow cheeks rounded out more. Short blonde hair that cannot be hidden
behind and Damon knew that must drive her nuts. Breasts, thighs and buttocks
have been giving extra flesh as well, it was truly a whole new body. She stared
at him but didn't move closer or speak. Slowly Damon stood up and gave Jeyne a
moment to really see what he looked like. Jeyne inched closer and studied him
carefully. His build and height were the same. The recovery time and
complications of those types of surgeries were not something Shireen felt
comfortable playing with. Moles, scars, even his skin on his hands were re-
gloved but the structure was the same. Brown eyes made blue and widened. Ears,
nose, facial structure and reddish blonde hair, it was so much to take in. He
was handsome and she was pretty but in an average way, nothing to stand out.
The old Jeyne and Damon were not nearly as good looking perhaps, but they
certainly had stood out.
"I sound like a seven year old." Jeyne said softly and Damon grinned. "It's
sexy cute, so is the look." Tilting her head, Jeyne considered Damon's new
voice. "It is not as deep and smoother. Not a bad voice. They could've made you
sound like a little kid too." Damon laughed and yanked Jeyne against him.
"Don't ever lock me out again like that. Next time I will break down the door
and make you regret it. Hear me?" "Yeah, it's you." Grumbled Jeyne, letting
herself get crushed and trying to kiss the new strange flesh of his face.
Shireen walked away and muttered to Jaqen, "Next time can you find me patients
a little less difficult?" Jaqen patted her back as she left the room and he
stood in the doorway watching the two embracing. In spite of his threats to
Jeyne over Damon's tantrums, he actually did like the boy. Jaqen loved the girl
he unofficially adopted as his own years ago, but he was aware of how dangerous
and mentally unstable she was. It was the one argument Roose and Petyr had
against her all this time. Yet they could never argue that Jeyne wasn't
effective, smart and loyal to the bone. Only Jeyne and Damon hadn't tried to
turn on them at some point. Though it bothered Jaqen the way Damon hurt Jeyne
sometimes, he was the only other that cared for her. Also the only person
beyond Jaqen that Jeyne would really listen to and loved.
It was pure coincidence that Jaqen had been at the school when Jeyne was
brought there. He had come by to visit with Petyr and see how things were
progressing. That impossibly little girl, looking like a broken doll just
laying there leeched away by wires and white sheets. Roose had spoken with such
cold clinical words about the horror this girl had suffered. "Her family is
greedy and were easily bought off, they will never see her again nor want to.
They want it and her to just go away." Petyr had assured Jaqen and then
offhandedly said, "Poor thing." They had walked off without a care but Jaqen
stayed. He sat beside her and stroked the long hair, then began to whisper.
Just because they see a doll on the outside, she might be screaming, frozen
inside in horror. He knows because it happened to him for so long. So Jaqen
whispered of a castle, a strong defense that the girl could be princess of. She
would be a warrior as well and able to fight off her enemies. Jaqen was always
there, a welcome member of her castle. He allowed Roose and Petyr access into
her castle but was careful to instruct Jeyne to tell Jaqen of everything they
had her think or do.
When Jeyne almost killed herself because of Roose's programming, he removed
that option. After nearly forcing himself to only hurt and not kill Roose,
Jaqen went to Jeyne. From that day forward Roose's voice had no influence
inside Jeyne's head and even Petyr barely had much control. Jeyne listened to
Jaqen and Damon only. Of course, Damon was still subject to the voices of Roose
and Petyr but he also was loyal to Jaqen. That is really the reason he likes
the boy. Of his own violation simply because Jeyne said it was safe, Damon
became loyal to him. Unlike Roose and Petyr, Jaqen did not mess in the heads of
all the students there. The only ones he whispered to were Sansa and Jeyne. And
even with three voices in her head Sansa had managed to break her leash. Jeyne
never even attempted it, trusting Jaqen even after she was completely aware of
what they were all doing. She hated Roose and Petyr, she never feared letting
them know it either. Even if Jeyne threw tantrums first or got revenge for the
order later, she always obeyed. Unlike Sansa, Jeyne was grateful to Jaqen for
her gifts of the castle, of talents taught to her. Of course, Jaqen also never
removed her feelings, just gave a safe place for Jeyne to put them. Perhaps if
Petyr had not allowed himself to just follow the sweet voice of a little girl,
Sansa would be here too.
When Petyr had actually dared to ask Jaqen about it, he hit his lover hard
enough to hit the floor. It was very rare that Jaqen has ever struck Petyr but,
how dare he? "Are you that stupid? After how she and those boys nearly brought
it all down on our heads? Let her fucking rot, starve and die or get the
needle." Petyr stood back up wiping the blood from his mouth and sneering at
Jaqen. "But it is okay to rescue Damon? We can take that kind of risk. You
already have Jeyne but we will still risk more by rescuing her fucking
boyfriend?" "Damon is in there by no fault of his own though, is he? He was
loyal and took the bullet so Jeyne could get away, to me. And don't make it
sound like you are sacrificing anything. Damon will be going through this alone
and he will get himself out when it's time. You just concentrate on Stannis and
keep your fucking ears open. If you want those little girls at the end of all
this then you need to stop being petty and do your job."
A touch on his arm brought Jaqen out of his memories. Shireen was holding out a
cup of coffee. "Here, you haven't slept anymore than I have. I am going back to
the chicken-coop today. If I disappear too long father will send the hounds
looking for me." Giving a nod of thanks to Shireen, Jaqen sipped the coffee.
Damon had Jeyne sitting on his lap now and they were talking calmly enough that
Jaqen felt he could leave them alone. "I will walk you out then. You know what
comes next, don't you? Are you ready for that? If you don't want to be there
for it, you can just stay here. They won't figure out where you are. It's up to
you entirely." Sighing, Shireen shook her head as they walked outside. "No, I
will see this through to the end. I have no love for them, they have none for
me. It is a sacrifice so father will know what he has done. He will pay and I
must endure it. Then I can move on and forget they ever existed." Jaqen said
nothing but he gave her a small hug before she got into her car.
***** Searching For Feelings *****
Chapter Summary
     Petyr had that one last sweet moment with the woman he wanted and
     never had. Her dry leather lips no longer like tiny rose buds waiting
     for a Prince to wake her. Oh how he wished he was that Prince like he
     had wanted. They struggled with air and now with trying to speak, he
     could tell. Petyr knew that his Sansa was there and wanted his love.
     He leaned over and told her, his sweet dying regret threaded in such
     fine needles to peirce her heart as she had pierced his. "I forgive
     your betrayal my love, I always have loved and forgiven you. I
     promise to care for your children. All of them will leave with me, as
     I should have done with you. Sansa sweet girl, why did Jeyne ask me
     to give you a message? She wants you to know that a Queen always
     keeps her word. What does that mean? Jeyne is loyal, I know this. But
     you are so clever and so angry, won't you tell me before you leave me
     forever? I was your father, your teacher, I wanted to be your lover
     but I was kind, I never touched you. I made you so strong, enough
     that you felt you could take me down. Isn't that the sign of a good
     teacher? Please tell me, sweetheart. You broke my heart, give me this
     one mercy." Sansa died smiling.
A girlish voice interrupted the squeaking of swings.
"Damon? Why does Petyr need those kids? Why is Jaqen letting Petyr have them?"
It looked like an idyllic scene, a young couple on a swing set, shadows against
the fire of a descending sun. A very large shadow next to a long curvy one and
even a romantic setting doesn't change the chill of two strange new bodies not
pretending to be anyone new yet.
"It doesn't matter to us. We shouldn't care why Petyr wants those kids."
"We shouldn't maybe...but Jaqen should."
"That is his problem, Jeyne. We obey the orders, we move on. Jaqen wouldn't let
Petyr molest them if that is what is your worry. I don't think he would ever
let him do that. You know damn well that Jaqen makes the rules, not Petyr. At
least not in their relationship."
"I know that, but I know that Petyr doesn't have any whispers in his head but
his own. That means if he really wanted to do something...he can and he can
hide it. Sansa told me-"
Huge boots stomped down and dug into the earth as a large hand came out and
grabbed the short blond hair at the roots.
"I don't want to know, so shut up about her or any of them. They are dead, we
aren't. Shut up and do what you are told, Jeyne."
"Yes Master."
 
Sansa tried everything after she healed to feel something, anything. She fucked
Skinner in every way she could think of until even he started to protest. When
that ended Jeyne shoved her up against a tree, holding a long needle at Sansa's
right eye. "Don't even think of it. Damon is mine. If you even flip your hair
once near him and I will blind you, understand me?" "I understand, Jeyne."
Sansa said very slowly. "He is yours and off limits. I swear it." Jeyne
released her and walked away as if nothing had happened. Keeping her word,
Sansa never tried a single thing with Damon.
Then she started to drink to see if that would make a difference. Approaching
it as a project, she tried everything she could get her hands on. Everything
from moonshine that nearly killed her to Petyr's finest, most expensive stock.
Petyr himself searched out the culprit and even he messed up. Damon was already
in the Student Support being punished for it before the missing bottle was
found in Sansa's room. The boy was released and Sansa received time in the box.
She also suffered a painful and humiliating paddling over Tormund's knee.
When Sansa discarded the idea of alcohol helping her feel, she tried drugs.
Cautiously, Sansa went to Jeyne and got permission first. "I just want to ask
him for drugs, that's all." Under the close supervision of Jeyne, she spoke
with Damon. Soon she had his entire supply of everything he could reach. Then
she gave Styr the best blow job of his life and received even more and
interesting narcotics. However, when she started to ask for harder and harder
things, she got halted. "I want to try cocaine, heroin, anything I can get, can
you find me crack?"
That is when she got a beating from Styr. "You don't fuck with that shit, you
hear me? Ever! You will be hooked, you will become useless and if it doesn't
kill you, we will. Don't let me EVER hear that you were trying any of that, you
hear me?" Sansa went to town and tried to fuck, drink and drug everyone at
least once. Though she took Styr's warning to heart and never went too far with
the drug experiment. Some of the drugs gave her energy, some made her unable to
move. A few gave her some heart stopping moments of terror and others made her
wail in depression.
Damon gave her some different things he created and Sansa willingly took
everything at least once. They made her giggle hysterically, see colors and
feel like floating away. Others would make her feel soft, encased in warm
clouds and others made her want to run, to do amazing things. One time Jeyne
tried a new concoction with her and all the whole pack watched them have a tea
party. Both dressed in Jeyne's princess dresses, sitting at a stolen table with
a stolen silver tea service. They drank the hot brew and spoke in polite, noble
tones to each other and spoke of a fake ball.
The others laughed and joked but Sansa and Jeyne did not know they were there.
For them the garden pavilion has become a castle. Together they watched and
commented on the figures they saw dancing past them at this ball. Most of the
pack went hysterical with laughter when the girls started dancing with
imaginary princes. A large growl was heard from Damon who warned, "Jeyne, in
your castle I am the only one you dance with. You better be seeing the dark
knight dancing with you."
The next little mix Damon came up with it was offered to all of them. Sansa has
decided that drugs won't help her have emotions the way she needs them. So she
took it casually as the others did. It was indeed very good, everything was so
sharp and clear, yet somehow she felt fuzzy. As if her skin has transformed
somehow and she rubbed her cheek on her arm, moaning. Reek exclaimed, "I
feel...like Skinner flayed off all my skin and replaced it with a teddy bear
skin. I feel like...like...Winnie the Pooh...or maybe...Teddy Ruskin!"
Everyone laughed and Ramsay hugged his pet, giggling into his neck. "You feel
like that to me, are you my teddy bear?" Ramsay teased and Reek started to rub
his face against Ramsay's hair. "It feels like fur, but each piece is alive and
loves me!" Reek says into the hair and Ramsay snorts.  The bonfire reaches
towards the sky and Damon turns on some music. He pulls Jeyne up and yanks her
close. The dance they do is out of rhythm and is just really two bodies swaying
against each other.. Mainly because they too feel the change in their skin and
must explore it.
Skinner is trying to touch Sansa and she pushes him away crawling towards a
different target. With a delicate touch upon Ramsay's back in a way that made
him shiver, Sansa got his attention. "I want to dance, please dance with me?"
Reek looked up with arched brows but Ramsay grinned and gave him a quick kiss.
"I am going to dance, come join us if you want to. Or sit here and see if
Skinner's skin feels like fur." Then he was up and gone near the fire. For a
few moments, things were fine.
Reek did indeed touch Skinner's flesh and enjoyed how it felt. Skinner was no
threat to Reek at all. He knew to never try anything with Ramsay's pet and had
no interest in it. They explored the feeling for awhile, hands running over
chests, neck, arms and backs. Giggling, they entwined legs and arms. It was
while they were singing the lyrics together to the song blaring in their ears,
that Reek saw it. His eye caught the writhing figures in front of the flames,
kissing, rubbing together. It was not Damon and Jeyne, it was Ramsay and Sansa.
Ramsay was caught in the effects of the drug and couldn't think straight at
all. The music was pounding through him and Sansa's hair felt like silk. He
kept running his hands through it as they danced, loving how she whipped he
hair at him. When she touched him, it was amazing and it made him gasp. Her
body was so soft and hot, touching her was like running his hands across
something wonderful and bad all at once. The sensation was so new, so yearning
and Sansa was urging him, whispering to him for more. Kissing her deeply,
rubbing against her, hard as a rock and growling deep in his throat.
Then a screech tore through the night and Sansa was gone. Ripped from him by
his pet who was kneeling on Sansa's chest and strangling her. Sharp nails tried
to dig into his eyes but Reek was able to keep his head tucked under his arm.
She was turning bright red when Ramsay managed, "Reek! Off her now!" Instantly,
Reek stood up and turned away from the gasping, writhing girl. He had obeyed
but his face was mutinous. "Why did you do that? Bad Reek!" Snapped Ramsay,
trying to pull himself into control again. The drug made this hard to do.
Reek seems to have less problem with this. In fact, Ramsay noticed that
sometimes, most of the time Reek got a confidence and a mouth from drugs. "You
would have fucked her if I didn't stop you. I am yours, so you are mine. Mine,
Master! Mine. Not hers. You are the one who is having trouble being loyal."
Ramsay wished he were sober so he could beat the shit out of his bad pet for
speaking that way. Instead he stared at Reek and spoke very low and soft.
"Reek, you want to shut up now before you get in a real lot of trouble. Go
upstairs and go to bed. I will speak with you tomorrow about this."
Brave and stupid from the drugs running through him, Theon stood tall and spoke
in a grave tone. "You hurt me, Ram. I don't trust you out here with that cold
bitch by yourself. I can't obey you and leave, Master. Not as long as Sansa is
here." Ramsay couldn't believe what he heard and hoped it was the drugs.
"Did..did you just say you can't obey me? Walk away right now to your room,
Reek. Not a single sound, just go right this second before you regret it for a
very long time." Ramsay stared challengingly at Reek who stared right back. He
dared, he dared to defy? "I am very sorry Master. I can't obey this order. I
cannot leave you here with that girl."
Suddenly a small section of Ramsay's brain sobered up enough for fear to spill
in. A crystal sharp fear made of narcotics and paranoia. This gave him the
strength to launch himself at his pet. It gave him the need to make sure that
Reek is controlled, contained, put back in his place. Ramsay threw his pet to
the ground and kicked him hard enough to break two ribs. "You want to stay?
Fine, you are staying." Grabbing Skinner's flaying knife from the boy's belt
Ramsay sat on Reek's chest. While Reek screamed and begged, Ramsay carefully
flayed two fingers. His head and the music made the sound so lovely, it made
him so hard.
Ramsay was smiling sweetly at his drooling, nearly convulsing pet, licking the
blood sometimes. He would then kiss his sobbing pet, sharing the coppery taste.
Slowly, Ramsay peeled the skin away from each finger like he was a lover. Or an
artist, creating a beloved new art. When he was done, he listened to his pet
beg for them to be cut off. "You wanted to stay outside, sweetheart. You wanted
to be a jealous little bitch and I understand that, love. But you disobeyed an
order. You called me by my name. You didn't obey me. So let's stay right here
with your skinless fingers and enjoy the night, shall we?"
Sansa was able to feel something now. As she danced by herself she heard the
terrible cries of the pet. And she felt guilt.
***** Breaking Things Is Easy, Fixing Them Is Not *****
Chapter Summary
     Bad days, stormy days and tension builds.
Qyburn was able to save one finger, the ring finger, but Theon's pinkie was
amputated. For the offense, Ramsay was put in the box for a full day then
strapped until he was nearly bloody. This was on Roose's own command even
though Theon refused to say who did it to him. "This isn't for the sake of that
boy! It is for losing your temper over your damned emotions again! A sign of
weakness and I won't tolerate it." Roose had snapped at his son as Styr and
Tormund dragged the struggling boy off.
Ramsay was also given a curfew of indoors by sundown every day for two weeks.
Reek spent a week in the infirmary before returning to their room and classes.
He obeyed Ramsay without fail at everything and never once flinched from his
touch. Ramsay could find no fault in that but not once did Reek speak to him
unless he had to. Late at night, Ramsay sometimes heard Reek sob. If he reacted
to it, Reek seemed to instantly shut down.
"Reek? Do you hurt, want a pill? You look thirsty, have some water. Come here,
let me make you feel better." Ramsay found himself even buying specialty
chocolates off of Damon. Reek thanked him, ate them from his Master's hand and
licked every trace of it. But he didn't show affection, his eyes didn't glow
like they used to. Ramsay did things in bed that would make Reeks squirm and
beg for release then make him scream with pleasure. His pet still would grow
cold after and later that night would sob harder than ever.
"I can't take this anymore, Reek! Stop sobbing like that when you think I'm
sleeping! You don't cry for me anymore, I like it when you cry for me. Why
would you deny me that? Why won't you just stop it and be yourself. Be my
loving, affectionate little pet. Don't make me hurt you, Reek." "You hurt me
and you can't see it. I am hurt, I feel betrayed and need time. You can't force
me to heal faster, Master." Was the monotone response and Ramsay threw his pet
to the floor. Ramsay wanted to beat him, to cut Reek until he cried for him.
Until he begged forgiveness and showed his loving fear. Instead he muttered,
"You can sleep on the floor until your attitude changes."
Everyone could see the new distance between Ramsay and Reek. It was somewhat
painful to watch as Ramsay went between appeasing and threatening him. Reek no
longer spoke and looked at anything, not even his Master. He knelt as Ramsay's
side during lunch and obeyed all orders like a robot. When on his own, he
avoided the others as much as he could and hid himself away away from everyone,
even his Master. Every chance Reek had he was outside in the evening. Ramsay
couldn't leave the house and it was his one way of getting some peace. It was
never disobedience, it was avoidance.
Most of the time, his Master didn't even attempt to stop him, he was just as
sick of this silent battle. Several times Sansa has tried to speak with Theon
but he always found away to slip away. If he enters a room and sees Ramsay and
Sansa, he just walks away. Again, Ramsay lets him now. This hurt Reek just as
badly because Master apparently no longer cares. He can have this girl to
comfort him until his pet comes to his senses. Oh, how he longed to hurt them
both back. Two unfeeling creatures and they don't have any care who they rip
apart. He cries and hides in a tree or sits on rocks just listening to music
and trying not to think at all.
Sansa was practicing throwing knives when Jeyne appeared beside her. "Yes?"
Jeyne's face was completely covered by her hair and she was in her favorite
princess dress. It was one of those days and Sansa tread carefully. Pretending
to have no concerns, she put the knives back in their case and locked it. "Did
you want something, Jeyne?" Her voice was calm and steady even though Sansa was
mentally preparing herself for an attack. "You need to fix it. They are a team,
you are a team. You broke your team, so fix it. I heard Petyr and Roose
arguing. Roose wanted to call Jaqen to come see you again. Petyr managed to
stop him." Chilled, Sansa said numbly, "Thank you for telling me that. I will
fix it." Jeyne was already gone and Sansa thought about how to do the
impossible.
During suppertime a few nights later is when the emotional dam seemed to break
for everyone. Jeyne grabbed a fork and tried to hide it in her voluminous silk
sleeve. "Put it down right now, Jeyne." Damon growled and Jeyne lost control in
spectacular fashion. With a hideous howl, Jeyne lunged onto the table. In a
strange crab crawl she headed straight for the source of all tension. Ramsay's
eyes went wide as the horror came for him and Reek who could just see over the
table screamed in terror.
Damon leaped onto the table to catch her and the whole thing broke under his
weight. Sansa managed to pull Reek out just before it would have crushed him
since he had fled under it. Ramsay couldn't save him because Jeyne leaped at
the last second. Damon disappeared momentarily before bursting out under the
cheap wood and going for Jeyne. The girl had landed on Ramsay's gut, causing
him to heave under her and turn blue. Jeyne already had the fork in her hand.
It flashed downward as all staff came running.
Damon got there first and the fork was already stuck in Ramsay's shoulder.
Ripping Jeyne off Ramsay, Damon only felt relief that she didn't take out his
eye or go for the throat. The staff dragged Jeyne to student support and Ramsay
to the infirmary. Petyr walked over to where Sansa was still holding the
shaking sobbing boy. He stared at her coldly for a moment then asked, "Theon,
would you like to talk? Or have a sedative?" The boy pulled himself together
and whispered no.
He moved out of Sansa's arms and stood up to walk away calmly. Once the boy was
out of earshot, Petyr spoke to Sansa. "You caused this. Jeyne attacked because
of how tense the pack is. You caused this problem between Ramsay and Theon. Now
fix it. Or do you need Jaqen to come and assist you?" Sansa paled and shook her
head. "I didn't even mean to cause it. I will fix it. You don't need to
threaten me, I already regret it." Petyr walked away and the girl wondered how
to fix her mistake.
***** Regretting Mistakes Then Repeating Them *****
Chapter Summary
     Stone girl, Doll girl.
     Molten lava hides in stone.
     It eats, It burns
     If it ever leaks out, If it ever spills over
     I will burn everything
     (A poem found among Sansa Bolton's belongings)
Theon sat on the couch in the rec room, knees up and arms drawn tight around
them. Or was he Reek? He didn't know anymore who he was. This is what he let
Ramsay do to him, make him lose everything. Even a finger now and still, he
could have accepted it in some fucked up way. But even Reek couldn't accept
Sansa sleeping with Ramsay. That is exactly where things would have gone if
he'd let them that night. Reek saw the look on Ramsay's face and he knew that
look quite well. It was something he sees on Ramsay's face before sex when he
was in a very good mood. That was a look that Reek would have to work for, to
strive for and here was Sansa getting it for free. If anything could have
released Theon from his Reek-mode, this was it.
He was of course truly glad Sansa had saved him from being crushed under the
table. She was likeable enough, at least she was before he saw her paw his
Master. His Ramsay, whether he had wanted it or not, it happened, it is. Theon
knew this and didn't fight it anymore, the icy pick voice drills when he does.
Right now, he is so upset the soothing whispers that always remain are not
calming him, barely reaching him. I am Reek and I should be with my Master. I
should be checking to see that he is alright and instead I am sitting here
trying to figure out who the fuck I am. Just then the worst person possible
entered the room. Reek instantly stood up to leave but Sansa blocked him. "What
do you want?" He asked finally when she just stood there like a damned statue.
"I am sorry. I was wrong to do what I did with Ramsay. I should have included
you. Please, sit and talk with me, Reek. Please?" Reek's mouth dropped open and
he managed, "Did you even just hear yourself, Sansa? You cold heartless bitch,
you should have INCLUDED me? How about you shouldn't try and have sex with
someone's lover?" Tilting her head as if confused Sansa responded. "Oh, but I
thought...are you his boyfriend? Because I thought you were Ramsay's pet, his
ultimate bottom and you obeyed him. I thought he made all the rules and choices
for the two of you. I didn't know that you were actually both equal in the
relationship." Reek gasped and said, "You...you just twist everything around,
don't you? You know damn well the relationship Ramsay and I have. You also know
I love him, don't you? Maybe you don't feel love but I do. And Ramsay is all I
have, you tried to take that away. And he almost let you."
Sansa slumped her shoulders and sighed. "Look. I feel guilty. I just wanted to
feel something, okay? I tried everything, I tried fucking Skinner, I tried
drinking, tried every drug that Damon could find me. Nothing worked and so I
thought of Ramsay, it was stupid of me. That is the truth, I don't want to
steal him from you. I want to be with him and you. I want to feel something and
I need help. We are a pack and in that we are a trio. Can't you two help me
feel something? Reek, forgive me. I really am sorry that I caused this between
the two of you. So sorry. I regret it and will never try to come between you
again. Please, Reek?" He stared at her for a moment then just sat on the couch
with his head between his hands. "I don't know whether to believe you or not.
Or which is worse, that you want to steal Ramsay or that you really just did it
to feel something. Both are terrible."
Tentatively, Sansa sat next to Reek on the couch. "It is the truth. I just need
to feel something. Even Jeyne can feel things, I just want to feel something."
Her voice was nearly a whisper and Reek shivered. Sitting straight up to wrap
his arms around his own waist and inch a bit away, Reek spoke. "You can't force
feelings like that. It won't work, you have to find a healthier way than that.
Ask Petyr, ask Jaqen or better yet, make Roose actually be a real doctor. Tell
him you can't feel and I am sure he can try a bunch of things that might fix
it." Giving a tiny laugh Sansa moved closer and said, "Don't you think I
haven't tried all that? Petyr and Jaqen told me I am the one making my emotions
suppressed. Roose has tried two different types of drugs but Petyr made him
stop. He was afraid that Roose would give me something that would ruin his
perfect killing machine. I feel like a robot, like a doll and I hate it, Reek.
Help me feel."
Ramsay had been treated, bandaged and with a bottle of pills in hand, he was
released. He had almost made it to the rec room when he heard Sansa's voice. It
was soft and seductive, Ramsay instantly knew and was filled with fury. Rushing
silently to the doorway he watched Sansa attempt to lean into his pet. Her
whispers seem to unsettle Reek and when she finally tried to caress his cheek,
he slapped her hard. Reek leaped off the couch then and hissed like a cat at
her. "Don't you ever! Only Ramsay can touch me. He might fuck you, but he will
ALWAYS be mine, no matter what whore he plays with!" That warmed Ramsay's heart
even as Sansa was filling him with bitter anger. This was all her fault, she
just wanted to feel something. Wanted to use him and it caused Ramsay to take
Reek's finger. It caused such a terrible distrust and hurt to his pet. Sansa
needed to pay and oh, would she ever.
He entered the room and Sansa saw him before Reek did. Paling at the glint of
icy anger, Sansa stepped back and saw her second regret. Sex has always been an
answer with dealing with men when charm didn't do it. However, with Ramsay and
Reek it doesn't seem to ever be a good option. She is learning this the hard
way as Ramsay swept past his pet and came for her. "Whore. I should have
listened to my pet, he was right about you. Why would you even think I would
ever let you touch my Reek? What made you think he would betray me like that?
You want to feel something? Let's try some feelings out then, girl."
***** Splintered and Shattered *****
Damon spent the time waiting for Jeyne to return from student support oiling
his whip. She barely made it into the room before he cracked it across the
floor. "Five lashes for taking that fork and five more for sticking it into
Ramsay." He growled as Jeyne began to back up, whining softly. "Don't bother
making me come after you, it'll just make it worse."  Jeyne came forward
reluctantly but her whine grew louder, almost a cat's angry warning. "Want a
few extra for attitude?" Shaking her head, muttering, "Sorry Master." Jeyne
went closer and turned around so that Damon could undo the back of her princess
dress. That is when they both stiffened hearing running feet that skidded to a
halt at their door. Damon was already heading for the door when the pounding
started. Yanking the door open after unlocking it, Damon stared at Reek. The
boy was frantic, pale and in tears. "Please, help! Before he kills her or the
staff finds out! Ramsay has Sansa in the tv room, hurry!"
Flying past Reek, Damon was almost at the tv room before he heard the battle.
Sansa might be a good fighter but Ramsay had rage and jealousy on his side. The
only thing that was keeping his teeth out of her throat was her fingers digging
into his wound, nails ripping out stitches.  When Damon ripped Ramsay off of
her, she fell to the floor. Sansa's body was imprinted with his fists and
teeth. "You need to stop Master, you'll get in trouble with the staff! With
your father, please." Reek was begging Ramsay as Damon restrained him, the boy
was gnashing blood covered teeth and growling. Jeyne stood in front of Sansa
and jerked her to her feet. "Jeyne, get her out of here and patched up!" Damon
ordered and Jeyne half carried the hurt girl out of the room. Reek hurried to
shut the door behind her and lock it. "Clinic or your room?" Jeyne asked curtly
and Sansa gasped out, "My room." They started there but then Jeyne got a look
at all the cuts from Ramsay's ring and the deep bloody teeth marks.
Jeyne left Sansa in the bathroom while she flew for Damon's first aid kit.
Antiseptic cream and bandages covered Sansa's neck, shoulders, arms and chest.
Only one light bruise upon Sansa's face and would not be noticed. All the
students carried about bruises and injuries at this school, but this was
excessive. Luckily, none of it was on her face or hands and could be covered by
clothing for the most part. "I said to fix it not make it worse." Jeyne hissed
as she brutally butterfly taped a gaping arm wound shut. "I messed up. I only
meant to talk to Reek but I got too close and he slapped me for it. I had tried
to touch his face and Ramsay saw it." Jeyne smacked Sansa upside the head and
called her an idiot, a stupid slut. Leaving Sansa amid all the bandage
wrappings and blood splotched cotton balls, Jeyne stormed out of the room.
Sansa curled on the floor and shuddered until Jeyne came back in with a
bathrobe. Tossing it at Sansa, Jeyne said, "Clean up this mess and let's get
back to our room. Damon can sleep on his own tonight. I'll keep Ramsay from
getting you and myself from a whipping." She muttered, kicking lightly at Sansa
to get her moving.
The next day Ramsay was calmer but he still was angry, coldly so. He had spent
an hour locked in the damned tv room with Damon and Reek until they deemed him
calm enough. All night Reek was wrapped around him, kissing and hugging him. "I
am sorry I was so mad, please Master, forgive me." Unable to ignore the sweet
pleading, Ramsay took his pet in his arms then fucked him again and again.
Biting into Reek's neck, demanding his pet to scream for him. After Reek fell
into sleep, Ramsay was angry enough to ease out of the bed. Intending to go
after Sansa, Ramsay went into the hallway. Instantly, Damon and Skinner's doors
opened and they both stared at him. "Jeyne is sleeping with Sansa tonight. We
know how badly she is reacting to all this tension, Ramsay. Maybe you should
let them be for now." Damon suggested and Ramsay stood there wrestling with
himself. How dare they all shield Sansa from him, try to manipulate Ramsay this
way? Deciding it will be handled during the day, out of the sight of staff,
Ramsay went back to bed without a word.
It was obvious to the staff what happened when the pack came for breakfast.
Sansa never dressed anything but modestly but this was as silly as Jeyne in her
princess dresses. The redhead was in a maroon turtleneck sweater and a jean
skirt that went to her shoes. Tormund couldn't help himself and asked Sansa if
the seventies knew she stole their clothes. The girl was hobbling, it was
evident she was in pain but stoically Sansa walked without help. Jeyne was
silently sullen, Damon seemed to hover over Ramsay instead of his girl. Ramsay
was looking like a lion who's den has been fucked with. Reek was not angry, he
was scared and submissive, hanging all over his master. Skinner seemed amused
as all hell but nervous.
Petyr and Roose didn't even have to give orders for the children to be watched
all day carefully. Something has changed and Ramsay has been challenged. They
must have stopped him from beating on Sansa and he need to assert himself
again. Roose and Petyr both agreed how annoying it was. There was nothing for
it, it has happened in the past. Any attempts made to stop it only made Ramsay
make it twice as bad. Better to let him get it out of his system and just watch
that he doesn't go too far. Petyr waited until Roose was busy with paperwork
before making his call to Jaqen. "He is letting Ramsay play it out but I am
nervous. It's not just Sansa that I am worried about dear, Jeyne is in danger
too. She doesn't cringe and bow to him anymore, only to Damon. Ramsay won't let
any pack member do anything less than grovel for him when challenged. And Jeyne
was a former pet. If she goes nuts on him, or if she spits in his face, he
might kill her."
"Don't bullshit a bullshitter, Petyr. Jeyne knows damn well how to react to
that situation and Damon does too. She is crazy, but she is smart and you know
that. I thought you were finally going to allow Sansa to deal with issues on
her own? Because we both know she is the only one you worry for. Are you
honestly afraid Ramsay will kill her?" "Yes I am." Jaqen sighed and said, "I
have Shireen coming over today. You know that I need her, she will be very
important someday. Plus, the little tyke beat me at chess and I need to get my
reputation back. Listen to me, love. If Ramsay was going to murder Sansa, it
would have happened last night. The pack stopped him and protected her as one
of their own. He will punish them for that, even dear little Sansa. Once he
feels the wolves are in order, Ramsay will calm down. He and Sansa will figure
out their problems. Roose is complacent as long as his son is happy and he has
our demented doctor fucking experiments. Don't jeopardize that. If it makes you
feel better, warn Sansa of it. Teach her how to handle it.  Then get out of
their way. In fact, maybe you shouldn't be there at all, you sound high strung.
Why don't you come visit with me for a few days? Roose can handle it, the staff
can handle it. Come see me, sweetheart." The voice was sweet but Petyr heard
the threat clearly. If he didn't go then Jaqen will come for him and that would
be bad. It was never good to make Jaqen come to get you.
***** Follow The Leader *****
Ramsay started with the weakest link. He got Skinner alone in the metal shop
and had his head in a steel vise. The boy was almost sobbing and near to
pissing himself. He only got four hits in before Ramsay had brought him down,
cuffed his hands behind his back and threw him onto the table. Whimpering,
Skinner felt the pressure increase slightly and at the same time Ramsay picked
up a new shiny toy. "Oh hey, look at this!" Ramsay smiled cheerfully, like a
child on Christmas morning as he held up a small flame thrower. "Which should I
do first? Burn your face or keep squeezing your rotten brains?"
"Ramsay, please! Don't do it, look, I am sorry man. Damon told me to keep you
from Sansa so you wouldn't get in trouble. We did it for you, it wasn't against
you! It wasn't a challenge, I would never challenge you. You are the alpha of
the pack, I know that!" Skinner's words got higher and louder as the blue flame
came closer to his immobile, aching head until he felt the heat start to singe
off an eyebrow. "What do I want to hear, Skinner?" Growled Ramsay and the boy
shrieked as his eyebrow started to burn. "Please, mercy Alpha. You are the
leader, you are the law, you are head of the family, I am sorry! I won't forget
my place, oh fuck that hurts so bad!" 
When Skinner came to class later on with a bandage above his left eye and if he
had a tail it would have been between his legs. He silently slunk to his chair
and concentrated on his work.  Damon, Jeyne and Sansa are next in line, it
could be any of them that Ramsay could grab next. Earlier that day Damon had
grabbed each girl by their hair harshly. He had shown everyday at their bedroom
door to escort them about to class and meals. "I don't trust this calmness of
Ramsay's. He has been challenged and he will be coming for us all, best to stay
in a group." So Sansa endured the continuous company of Damon and Jeyne.
Now he was holding her hair as if she were another pet of his and she tried to
yank away. "Let me go right the fuck now or I'll break your wrist." Sansa
hissed and Damon simply shook her and lifted her off the ground for a second.
Screeching, Sansa felt hair rip out before Damon set her on her feet again.
"Ready to shut the fuck up and hear me?" Damon asked and Sansa simply said,
"Yes." Jeyne seemed very jealous over this and growled at Sansa, gnashing her
teeth at her. Damon snarled, "Oh, for fuck's sake, Jeyne! Want me to remember
that I still owe you a whipping?" "No Master." Jeyne said as sweetly as Sansa
or Myranda could and Damon shivered in response. "Don't ever sound like that
again. Ever." Sansa heartily agreed, trying to rub away the goosebumps.
"Now listen carefully to me the both of you. Ramsay feels challenged by us all.
He will reassert his authority and how bad it might be can depend on how you
react. Remember, be respectful to him, when he attacks, allow him to have that
upper hand. He is going to hurt us, but if we submit and tell him he is our
leader, our alpha, it won't be that bad." Sansa scoffed and mildly said,
"Luckily, I have spent years learning how to grovel, to surrender and be a good
little girl. That is a talent I already have and can do well. Its the regular
social shit that I can't seem to figure out." Sansa said and then Jeyne spoke.
"I will not grovel at his feet, Damon. I won't let him rape me or let him use
my mouth. I won't, Damon."
Groaning, the large man rolled his neck as if a sudden ache appeared. "Jeyne,
we are going to talk about that real soon. I promise." Keeping his promise,
Damon left Sansa locked in her room while he took Jeyne to his own room. Sansa
could hear the shouting and the crack of the whip from under every pillow on
her bed. It was so loud she never even heard the grate from the heat vent
loosen then slide to the plush rug beneath. Never heard Ramsay jump to the
ground. It wasn't until he was surging towards the bed like a tidal wave of
fury, that Sansa sensed it and opened her eyes. His shark like grin was lit by
the moonlight in the dark room and he got her before she could scream.
A strong arm slammed across her windpipe and Ramsay was on top of her, crushing
her chest. "You don't want to die, do you? Because if you try and fight me
right now, I might just tear your fucking throat out with my teeth. But maybe I
won't...want to find out?" Gasping for air, Sansa lay as still as she could,
not daring to even twitch. His eyes pierced through hers and his teeth gnashed
in her face but he allowed her a tiny sip of air. "I don't give a fuck what
kind of issues you have, understand me? I run this pack, I am the alpha and you
will never disrespect me or manipulate me again." Ramsay flipped Sansa over and
he bared her back.
"Don't move an inch and if you scream, do it into the mattress. I am giving you
a reminder of who I am. Every time you think to try your fucking wiles on me, I
want this to ache and remind you to behave. To always respect and fear your
alpha." He carved his initials into her lower back then flayed a long thin line
underneath it. Sansa struggled not to fight or scream. When he was done, Ramsay
leaned over and grabbed Sansa's hair, yanking her head up. Grinning, he asked
her cheerfully, "Who am I again?" "You are the alpha, our leader. I am sorry,
forgive me, alpha. I never meant to challenge you ever." The girl panted,
tears, sweat, vomit and snot smeared across her face. Ramsay was satisfied and
kissed the sweaty forehead. "The alpha forgives you." He left whistling
cheerfully, planning how to bring down Damon and Jeyne. He left Sansa to sob
softly in agony on her bed. 
The next day Damon was heading into his bedroom when he felt a prick in the
back of his right arm. Swearing, he turned to see Ramsay's smile blur as he
capped the now empty syringe and needle. Everything went blurry and when Damon
next came aware of the world, he was handcuffed, sitting on the floor.
Groaning, he squirmed himself into sitting upright against the wall next to his
bed. A few moments later he heard the door open and he knew it was Jeyne and
that Ramsay must be hiding for her. Before he could yell a warning Ramsay
knocked Jeyne to the ground with a fist to the head. Then he kicked her several
times until she curled into a ball. "Now. Let's play a game."
***** Playing Games *****
Ramsay walked over the still stunned body of Jeyne towards the door. He opened
it and called in a soft voice, "Reek. Come in here now, shut and lock the door
behind you." Damon wondered how many hours the pet must have been hiding right
there and shook his head. Ramsay really was setting this whole stage up and
that is never good. The more theatrical Ramsay gets the worse the victims
usually suffer. "Reek, kneel and watch." It never occurred to Theon to question
why Ramsay had wanted him to witness only this particular couple being taken
down. Since the night that Sansa touched him, Ramsay has been different. Colder
than before, yet more possessive and quicker to find fault, harsher in his
punishments. Trying to ask why his Master was suddenly so eager to be always
disappointed in his pet caused Ramsay to remove four toe nails.
So when Ramsay told Reek to stand in the alcove near Damon's room until he was
called for, he didn't dare question. Kneeling silently, Reek looked at Damon
handcuffed near the bed and Jeyne slumped on the floor, groaning. The look on
Ramsay's face terrified him and he flinched when Ramsay's gaze passed by him.
Smirking, Ramsay walked past Reek, giving his head a tiny pat as he went by.
"Damon, let's test how well you have trained your pet. Just like me, you have
your own little bitch to call. So let's see just how obedient the pets really
are. We will each command our pets to do actions they would not choose to ever
do. Let's see who breaks first?" Damon whacked his head against the wall and
roared, "Oh, just beat the shit out of me till I piss blood or flay me! I hate
your fucking games!" Jeyne started to slowly try and crawl towards Damon as
Ramsay chuckled. "I know, that's why these games with you are so much fun,
Damon. You don't play my game then I am going to have you pick three pieces of
Jeyne for me to flay and remove. So, want to play my game?"
Cursing, Damon gave a sharp nod and watched as Ramsay yanked Jeyne back by her
ankles. "Excellent! I will go first so Jeyne has time to get her head back
clear." The girl tried twice to stand up and each time fell back down with a
moan. Stepping one boot on the girl's head so she was facing Damon unable to
move. Ramsay made sure that the pressure was just enough to be painful. "Jeyne,
unless you want me to crush your head, you will stay very still. Reek, come
here my sweet pet. Take my knife out of my right pocket. Good. Now open it and
press it against your arm. I am going to instruct you how to flay yourself."
The look of horror on Reek's face was glorious and Ramsay felt a surge of lust.
"You are only breathing and living to obey me, please me in all things. You are
mine, my pet, my toy, my creature. Did you forget that, Reek? Did you think you
were my boyfriend, that you had a right to act like a jilted lover? You will
obey me and flay your arm or I will flay both your inner thighs." Reek tried to
make the initial cuts with a shaking hand. His vision was blurred by tears and
as soon as the pain was bad, he stopped. "Master please! I...it hurts too much
and I can't...can't..please!"
Damon gave a sharp bray of laughter and said to Ramsay, "Seems you might have
reached too far this time. Listen, I am sorry if I was too dominant, Ramsay.
You are the alpha, we all know it. Just let us grovel for you and be done with
it." Ramsay stared icily at his sobbing pet and spoke so softly, it was barely
there at all. "Are you trying to tell me no, Reek?" Flinching, Reek shook his
head fast then took a breath and cut again. Screaming in agony, Reek removed a
small layer of skin. His skill was remedial compared to Ramsay, but the effort
was there. Ramsay stopped his pet and kissed his head while bandaging the area.
"Good boy, that was hard for you, poor thing. What a lousy job too, you are not
cut out for flaying. Hey, get my joke Reek? Oh, look at what a mess you are."
Ramsay crooned with a malicious grin as he tended to his suffering pet. Damon
hoped that Ramsay would ask for Jeyne to flay herself as well. Jeyne has a
penchant for hurting herself and wouldn't break as fast. He hates seeing Jeyne
hurt herself but it was better than most other things Ramsay might come up
with. Smiling at Damon, Ramsay said brightly, "It is your turn. My pet did as I
asked, will yours? Except you won't ask Jeyne to harm herself. No, you will
order her to pleasure me."
Reek peeked up at Ramsay through his haze of pain, in shock. Then dropped his
eyes, saying nothing, he hurts enough. "Ramsay, don't do this. Come on, we are
loyal to you and we know you are the alpha, our leader." Damon tried but Ramsay
shook his head. "It's not enough, Damon. Words aren't as clear as actions. So
you are going to talk Jeyne through every bit of it, direct her in how to suck
my cock, maybe I will fuck her too. Not sure yet, we will start with you making
her crawl to me and blow me." Ramsay took his boot off of Jeyne's head and
moved back about three paces. "Command your pet, Damon. Or should I use my
flaying knife now? Do you know which parts she needs the least?" Gruffly, Damon
called to his pet. "Jeyne, crawl to Ramsay. Now." Whining deep in her throat,
Jeyne curled into a ball. "I don't want to do that, Damon." Fists clenched,
Damon's voice thundered through the room. "IT WASN'T A QUESTION!" With a short
barking sound of distress, Jeyne forced herself to hands and knees. She crawled
over to Ramsay while growling soft in her throat the while time. "Now tell her
to suck me."
"Ramsay, please. I'll beg, I'll grovel, just stop." Damon pleaded but Ramsay
just stared at him. He sounded like his throat was full of sharp glass when
Damon commanded Jeyne. "Who am I, pet?" "You are my Master." "That's right. I
want you to obey me, no matter what I tell you to do, you obey it. Hear me,
Jeyne?" Damon had to thunder her name before Jeyne responded, hiding under her
hair. "I hear you, Master. I will try to obey you. I will really try." Sighing,
Damon knew that this was the best response he can probably hope to get under
the circumstances. "Jeyne, you are going to suck Ramsay's cock." Jeyne seemed
fine with this and opened Ramsay's jeans and pulled out his cock. Damon was
confused and actually a bit pissed that she complied so easily. Then it hit him
and Damon yelled just in time, "NO TEETH!" Ramsay actually yanked himself
backwards in momentary fear. Jeyne spun to face Damon, still on her knees, pale
with fury. "Then why would I do that? I am not his pet, I do  not belong to
Ramsay! Why would I use my mouth for him? Have Reek do it, not me. You are
pushing me, Damon." Even with his hands cuffed behind his back, Damon was
imposing as he slowly pulled himself up to his full height. When he stared down
at Jeyne, his eyes were deadly and as he spoke he bared his teeth.
"I gave you a fucking order, Jeyne. Do it, use your mouth on him now." Jeyne
flinched away from the harsh tone and looming boy but did not comply.  Damon
wanted to vomit, he hated every fucking second of this but they had to do it.
They had to play Ramsay's sick little games until he felt they were hurt and
humiliated enough. The alternative was too dark to even contemplate. He didn't
want Jeyne losing fingers and toes to Ramsay, dammit. So Damon took a deep
breath and used his ultimate weapon. "If you do not start sucking Ramsay's cock
and obeying me this second, I will never sing Labyrinth to you again." Jeyne
gasped and began to sob. "Don't say that, please." Her voice was faint and it
was resigned. "Never. Sing. It. Again." While Damon gave stilted commands,
Jeyne reluctantly sucked Ramsay into a fierce orgasm. Reek watched with tears
pouring down his face but like the others, also resigned to it. They all
understood, they all knew that Ramsay wins in the end. Reek also understood
that had been deluding himself. He was in love with a sociopath who will never
love him back, not really. And that this sociopath owns him, thinks of him as
his slave. I am so fucked, Reek thought.
***** Snarling Bitches In A Sullen Pack *****
Chapter Summary
     Steely eyes, icy eyes, burning eyes, all judging and condemning
     glared at the disheveled group. "Bailed out of jail? Leaving your own
     blood there? A dead body when there should be not a soul injured? You
     are all so very lucky that it wasn't worse, that the police here are
     basically lazy. What is wrong with all of you? It needs to be fixed
     and fixed fast. This can never happen again. Ever. So you are all
     grounded from leaving these school grounds until we are perfect. That
     means you will be training with Jaqen for the next few weeks. As well
     as myself and Dr. Bolton. We are all you shall see in between
     sleeping, eating and small breaks."
Their next mission was a fucking disaster.
It came too soon after Ramsay had tried to re-establish his dominance which
didn't end up as he thought it would. Well, it did, but Ramsay wasn't that sure
this was quite how he wanted it. Reek has certainly changed and these were
things Ramsay did want. His pet finally was catching on to the truth, he was a
pet, loved yes, but a pet. Not an equal, not a boyfriend. Ramsay had become
harsher to make sure it sunk in. His punishments were heavier, they came
quicker and Reek learned fast. After he would hurt Reek, Ramsay would snuggle
him, fix the damage. His little pet would sob and shake into his Master's skin,
begging for forgiveness. Then Ramsay could give it. Reek would be so grateful
and the sex would be incredible, both pleasured.
However unlike before, when they worked together Reek no longer acted as a
partner. He obeyed every single command by Ramsay but he couldn't deviate from
it. Reek would not act on his own or on the orders of the others. Ramsay tried
to explain to him that working could be a little different. That if he had to,
Reek could change the orders if he had to. The mere attempt of it during one of
their exercises put Reek in such a state of panic that he hyperventilated and
fainted. This was a private practice done far from the staff. No one dared to
tell them of such a thing either. They figured Ramsay would iron it out with
his pet. Except Ramsay couldn't seem to get Reek to see that it wasn't a
trick. 
Skinner reacted with extreme loyalty. He had his head stuck so far up Ramsay's
ass that he was beyond brown nosing. It was like having a manic butler and was
beginning to annoy him. Sansa kept her distance and silence but also kept her
eyes low and spoke with stoney respect. If he told her to do something or asked
a question, she always responded to him. Damon and Jeyne were only speaking
with each other and icily obedient to him. Ramsay had all the loyalty and
obedience of the wolves turned robots. He had not a single friend or person to
hang with besides his own pet and Skinner, the freshly minted suck up. Ramsay
had always enjoyed Skinner's contrary attitude to everything anyone liked. He
told Skinner this but when he tried to act that way, he sweat insanely and
stammered like Reek does sometimes. Ramsay turned and just left the room in
disgust, trailed by his pet.
Reek was fun and great company, but he was too afraid to give opinions or
gentle teasing anymore. He would only agree with whatever Ramsay said. The
other three always found reasons to be leaving as he entered a space where they
were. Or they simply disappeared before he made it to where he swore he saw one
of them. Meals were the only time they were all together unless they had class
or practice. Roose told him that they were going on a small mission. It was to
be clean and only extraction. Ramsay had smiled and told him that there would
be no problem. Yet he knew that was the largest lie he has ever uttered to his
father.
No one had their eye on the prize this time. No one was in sync and
communication was lost before they made it through the mission. Skinner was
intent on impressing Ramsay rather than actually doing the job. It made him
miss things and distracted the shit out of Ramsay. Reek would only respond to
his Master which became a problem with Sansa. She had needed help trying to get
into an air duct but he refused, saying that Ramsay never said to do that. So
they lost precious time arguing while she had to find something to climb up
with. This threw everyone's timing off but worse was her mistake. She jumped
down into a hallway without looking in a hurry to make up the lost minutes,
landing in front of a startled man. He was standing in an open bathroom door,
hair tousled, pajamas wrinkled, mouth open. Sansa lost her temper and killed
him, but not before he managed to give her a bloody nose.
Damon and Jeyne surveyed the damage Sansa had left behind and Jeyne muttered,
"We are not part of the extraction team. We are the clean up crew." "Fucking
idiots. This guy is dead and look at that." Damon pointed at the blood on the
floor. "That has to be Sansa's. Motherfucker. I'll take care of this, you go on
ahead and make sure that there is no more blood or evidence to destroy." Jeyne
silently went on to do that and Damon cursed while bending down before the
blood splatter. She hasn't been quite the same since the night Ramsay made them
bow before him. After she obeyed Ramsay and Damon, swallowing every inch of
Ramsay's seed, Jeyne became a doll. Damon carried her to the bathroom and sat
her in the bathtub. The whole time that Damon carefully brushed her teeth and
rinsed out her mouth, the whole time he bathed every inch of her body and
washed her hair, he sang. Jeyne remained in her catatonic state for two days,
until Damon was ready to cry. Since then Jeyne has been more silent than ever.
Also much more prone to temper tantrums and this had him worried for this
mission.
Sure enough a bit later just as they were leaving the building, Jeyne and
Skinner got into it. He was still busy trying to impress Ramsay and nearly
dropped one of the main items they came for. Jeyne had been going around all of
them to make sure no evidence was left behind and saw him. Swearing at him,
Jeyne had tried to take the item for safekeeping and Skinner was not giving it
up. Instead he shoved her, causing a lamp to fall, heading to crash on the
hardwood floor. Pale and sweating, Damon managed to grab it at the last second
and all stood frozen for a moment. Ramsay glared at all of them and hissed for
them all to leave in silence, carrying whatever they already had. He no longer
cared if they had everything, this was a bust. He knew they were in danger of
getting caught if they stayed any longer. They fled into the woods nearby and
since they killed a man these items now had extra heat on them. It would not be
safe to bring them to the school yet. They would have to use their usual hiding
spot instead for a few days.
Everyone was hostile now because this means a very long hike through the woods
towards the school. Halfway there was a waterfall and some caves. Right now
they could be full of partying and fucking teens, they cannot risk using their
usual shortcuts tonight. Sighing and groaning they all took the long way around
to the hiding spot. A very old dangerous looking pile of sharp, jagged pieces
of trees sat in a very unattractive spot of the woods. It was always in
shadows, fungus growing around it looking as if it wanted you to eat it and
die. No one ever came here since the students created this spot. Carefully they
made their way around the wood until they found their little lever to open it.
Once squeezed inside, Ramsay lit the lantern that remained in there. They
opened the underground door and went to put their items in locked safes until
they could retrieve them.
They were on the way back to the school when they were apprehended by the
police. A group of dirt covered teenagers, one with dried blood under her nose.
All of them staggering after hours up a hill, they had chosen to use the road
by then. Too tired to care anymore. It was just their luck that Damon had
pulled out his usual little bag and all had just enjoyed some head candy. It
had been drilled into their heads how to treat such a situation and they all
fell into the training. They became the foolish, bubble headed teens that the
cops assumed they were. High on drugs after a night of partying, trying to
sneak back into their school without notice. They were polite and respectful to
the police, not giving a single bit of fight. They were bailed out by Roose and
Petyr within an hour of being booked. Now they stood in front of Jaqen, Roose
and Petyr, shuffling with shame over the failure.  
***** Watership Down *****
Chapter Summary
     Jeyne didn't like the girl in the mirror, she was pretty and looked
     harmless, not crazy. She didn't trust her and kept glancing slyly at
     her from the side. This drove Damon crazy. "How the hell can you not
     trust yourself? Its YOU!" Spinning fast, Jeyne would try to catch
     herself in some act until Damon would start smashing mirrors. Then
     any reflective surface would do and Jaqen would gently pry a fork
     away as Damon would throw dinner across the room.
Taking rapid breaths, Jeyne forced this body beyond it's endurance. Jogging,
weightlifting, any exercise she can get. Dieting was impossible, Damon and
Jaqen watched her like a hawk on food. She was glad she at least had this and
turned her mp3 player up, letting the music pound through her ears. Last night
Damon saw her new playlist and was startled by it. "Hey, where is Labyrinth?
Where are all the other songs you liked that I downloaded for you? What the
hell is this? Since when do you listen to heavy metal?" Shrugging, Jeyne had
walked past him and was more concerned with trying to get a glimpse of her
reflection in the dark window. Damon darted in front of her and blocked her
view of the reflection. He shut the heavy curtain then grabbed her throat.
"Don't ever ignore me, little girl." Sighing heavily, ignoring the deadly storm
in Damon's eyes, she replied. "Maybe my mind changed with my body. I don't
know. I like to hear this music, it helps me exercise. Sorry I ignored you."
Damon closed his eyes for a second, trying to dredge the patience Jaqen and
Shireen implore of him. Jeyne watches him do this and it drives her right over
the edge. It always does and why can't he fucking see that? "That's right,
practice your breathing, remain very calm. Just like the new person would. And
see? How I use my voice to argue now? I am not contorting, not scratching at
you, just your average hostile little cunt. Oh, those fist are clenching. Want
to bash in my new pretty barbie doll face? Go on, break through the bones,
right through them like paper. Better yet, get out that whip. You can cut new
stripes through this pretty wrapping, you know you want to." And his teeth are
clenching, he is growling, good, better and then it happens. He throws his head
back, tenses, then when his head comes down again, it's calmer. It is stone
like Sansa, who she isn't allowed to think about either. Sneering, to hide the
terrible pain in her heart and head, Jeyne delivers the final blow she can ever
have. "I don't like Labyrinth anymore. That was for a different person. Past
stays in the past, right?" Jeyne left the room, unable to stand the sudden
terrible hurt in Damon's eyes.
Now she ran, letting the sweat sting her eyes, it was an old trick of Sansa's
to allow her to cry. Ministry pounds her ears along with the pounding of her
feet, lungs trying to warn her to slow down. Jeyne ignores this and the spots
before her eyes until finally, her pace lessens by a fraction. No matter how
hard she tried, Jeyne cannot stop seeing Damon's face. Never before had she
ever seen him look like that. Like she had just stabbed a knife right through
him. She thought of the other times she has seen him hurt emotionally. When
Roose had made Damon believe he killed her. Damon had cried then, clutching
Jeyne so tightly when Roose released him from it. That was mixed with joy
though, to know he hadn't really lost her. The day that everything went to hell
and they were all being arrested around them. Seconds from being discovered and
Damon shoved her so hard. Crying, Jeyne begged him not to make her, to run
together. "I am shot in the leg, they will just track the blood. Listen, this
way I can come back to you, alright? Its the only way, I would have to do it if
it was you. And I would, so that you could come back to me someday. Do it now,
that is an order." So with a sob, Jeyne said, "Yes Master. I love you Damon."
She said the whisper as Damon closed his eyes and when he opened his eyes he
didn't see her. He was seeing her ghost because he had killed her.
Jeyne ran off to those anguished cries and now Jeyne ran now from the vision of
Damon's hurt eyes. Tonight she had hurt him even worse than when she was forced
to send him into temporary insanity. No matter how slow or fast she ran her
mind was haunting her this night and she jogged closer to the house. Hoping to
catch a glimpse of this new person determined to destroy what was left of her
and those she loved. Then she saw her, ahh, look at that knowing grin, it was a
different person. She KNEW it had to be, even in her castle this impersonator
had been glimpsed. Jaqen and Damon didn't believe her, Shireen tried to explain
fancy words that she discarded. "I see you, bitch. I have you now." She
muttered and the reflection seemed to hear her. "What is special about being
old hurt Jeyne? Why not make it all go away, become something that never hurt."
Jeyne flinched at the honeyed voice and continued to speak to her reflection,
unaware she was no longer jogging.
"Because I have Damon, I have my castle, I have Jaqen. Those are not bad or
painful things. You can't have them. I don't share, I am a Queen, I share with
no one." With a sly grin the reflection girl said, "I know what your trigger
is. That same way you made Damon go back to such a terrible thing, such a
fantastical nightmare, driving him into gibbering insanity. He would have done
it to you if he had to. Because he was ordered to, like a good soldier does. 
That is all Jaqen wants the two of you to be, all Petyr wants the two of you to
be. All Damon wants the two of you to be. And what was the alternative for you?
Pain, fear and fucking misery. When did Jeyne ever decide a single thing in her
life? But see, this way, it is all new. We can make the decisions now. Has
Damon laid a single hand on me? No. Even with your mouth firing off in my
pretty face, he won't touch me. Don't you see how easy it could all be? Taking
it all, every inch of this for ourselves? Listen, I can say it, we can fight
through the whisper, that place. Once its shattered, once I lead you through
it, you'll see. Freedom and you won't find me your enemy anymore." 
Damon and Jaqen came outside when Shireen yelled that Jeyne was talking to her
reflection again. It gave the girl a start to look up from her studies and see
the tall blonde in the window. Blankly staring and speaking as if through
water. "Jeyne? What are you doing, you scared Shireen." Jaqen said softly as
the two men slowly approached the girl. "I don't want to do it. I don't want to
go there for any reason. You damned bitch, you just want to trick me! Then you
can lose me there and have Damon, have my castle, have my father. Fuck you!"
Her face contorted in rage and Jeyne put her fists through the window. Jaqen
and Damon grabbed her, trying to assess the damage to her arms when Jeyne
gasped then turned white. In a honey sweet voice of a little girl playing the
best prank ever she said clearly, "Watership Down." Damon screamed, "Jeyne,
NO!" Jaqen stared in horror and they watched her eyes go out like a candle
blown into darkness. The girl started to wail and claw at her own face.
Damon restrained Jeyne, whispering but she continued to writhe in horror. He
moaned, "Why? Why did you do that,idiot? Please, hear my voice, can you hear
me, Jeyne? Just come back to me, come on, you can do it, sweet pet. " He
whispered the release words but they seemed to have no effect. Jaqen tried and
that had always worked before but not this time. "What if she can't get back?"
Damon asked, holding Jeyne close, even as she fought to escape him.
Jeyne was smaller, so much smaller and had so much more hair, covering her
face. Hearing Roose Bolton's voice in her ear as the screen was all around her.
"It wasn't like this." Jeyne muttered, staring at the little girl sitting with
an eternal screen of that horrible movie. "You will watch this until you accept
it, accept what you are." Boomed Roose's voice from everywhere and Jeyne yelled
"Oh fuck off, Voodoo Man! If this is the best you have, bitches, then we are
already done here." Jeyne found herself lifting the little girl out of the
chair and then the scenery changed. That honeyed voice appeared along with the
blonde girl herself. That is when Jeyne realized she was in her princess dress,
with her black long hair in front of her face but so much smaller.  "Oh no,
that was just the beginning. Roose was really inspired with you, this one will
be his best work." Jeyne scoffed and said, "I won't believe it if he has me
kill Damon." With a seductive yet innocent girlish laugh that Jeyne hates, her
nemesis says, "Oh, he knew that. No, this is much better."
And that is when an impossibly large snarling, battle-scarred old rabbit that
bore a resemblance to Ned Stark came flying at her.
***** Captive Queen *****
"Jeyne, please hear my voice. It's your father, sweetheart, can you follow my
voice?" The drooling screeching thing that used to be a girl stared without
blinking at Jaqen. Damon held her so tightly to keep her from trying to kill
them all, his arms covered in bleeding teeth marks. "I am done with this shit,
Jeyne. Find me, go to the castle and find me. I am there and I am tired of
waiting around, find me." Growled Damon hoarsely. He had spent the last two
days singing Labyrinth to this squirming deranged pet of his.
Patiently, Jaqen and Damon have helped her use the toilet, they have tried to
feed her and risk getting bit. They have cleaned foam and drool from the
snapping mouth and wrap restraints around her, grimly, silently. "Don't ever
fucking touch me, ever fucking touch me! I am death, I am the rabbit shadow, I
killed them all. Ned, Jon, Robb, Sansa, Ramsay, Ben, Ros, Myranda, Skinner, all
dead! Skinning the rabbits, but three left, I can't get the fuckers but I will.
Oh, I have so much blood on my hands, OH GODS, WHY SO MANY RABBITS? HOW MANY
MORE ARE COMING? I AM DEATH, I AM JUST DEATH, DON'T TOUCH ME OR YOU'LL DIE!
THREE LEFT, I AM SURE, I AM ALMOST SURE, THREE, YES, THREE LEFT." Damon
couldn't take it anymore and slammed his fist into the wall near the crazed
girl's head.
Jaqen ushered Damon out of the room and Shireen whispered to them quietly. "How
much longer should we delay our other plans? Jeyne will either come out of it
or she won't. I am sorry to be so harsh but the rest of us involved in all this
are suffering too." Shireen blinked away frustrated tears and stormed off
before her overtired over-stressed brain came out of her mouth. "She is right,
we cannot keep delaying the rest of the plan. We have come too far to halt now.
Maybe our presence is actually making it worse for her. I have faith in Jeyne,
she is a very strong girl. She might be crazy but no one is tougher, let's let
her try and do this herself. After all, she chose to send herself there on
purpose. We can't help her fight her mind this time, Damon. She has to do this
on her own for a bit and we need to get back to work." Damon shut his eyes and
took a deep breath. "I won't abandon her, Jaqen. I will do my job but don't
think for a second that Jeyne isn't on my mind. I am loyal but if Petyr tries
to destroy Jeyne because she is still like this, I'll protect her. I will rip
him apart and take Jeyne far away."
 
Jeyne was flaying the squirming, squealing rabbits, so many of them. She was
slick with blood and fur, she stunk of death and couldn't stop. So many of them
had faces she knew. At one point she had forced herself to hide in a small
burrow but the blade and the rabbits wouldn't leave her mind. Opening her eyes
again, more rabbits, more skin removed, more senseless death everywhere and why
won't it end? Every time that Jeyne called out to anyone to help her, voices
taunted her. Damon's voice came and it was laughing at her. "What's wrong,
freaky girl? I have a secret for you, idiot. I fucking LOVED killing you in my
head, that is why it drove me crazy like that. You are great to fuck, fun to
play with, I have always loved the crazy ones. But murdering you felt so good,
I came so hard, Jeyne, when you twitched as you died, I fucking loved it."
Clapping gory hands over her ears, Jeyne muttered "Lies. All lies."
Then another voice, it was her father, not the biological one who wanted his
damaged goods thrown away. No, her real father, but his voice was not smooth
like the stones of her castle anymore. This was a poisonous spider, swollen
with words to infect her shattered mind. "What does it really matter as long as
you do as your told? I gave Damon to you as a little reward for a good girl.
Why don't you put down that flaying knife and just do as you are told? Don't
think anymore and it will all end. Come on sweetness, you are my little doll
and I am pulling your strings. Accept it and come home to me." Jeyne began to
jerk about and then started to chew through the fine strings that were tied to
her wrists. This time she drove the flaying knife into her own eyes. Thrashing
red and violet colors then everything changed.
She ran forward, so relieved to see her lovely pointed black castle. Flying
towards her sanctuary, seeing the drawbridge slowly coming down for her but it
kept staying a heartbreaking short distance away. "Oh no, that isn't fair! It
is mine, it is mine, my construction, my castle!" She screamed but shadowy
figures laughed at her. They may have been rabbits or ghosts but Jeyne kept her
eyes on her castle. "It was never yours. It was made for you, just like I was
programmed to like you." Came Damon's voice jeering at her cruelly and Ramsay
was giggling. "Did you really think Damon would want something like you on
purpose? Come on, Jeyne, hell even I couldn't deal with you." "Oh fuck you,
Ramsay, fuck you!" Jeyne screeched, trying harder to get to the drawbridge.
Where were her loyal followers, where was the dark knight? Desperate to reach
the castle, she plunged into the lava moat. Burning swirling drowning dying....
Then Jeyne was in a maze of stone, running on rocks that threatened her every
step. A wrong turn and Jeyne was facing a wall that a grey arm shot out of.
Rock fingers curled tight around her throat as a stone Sansa climbed her way
out of the grey wall. "YOU MADE ME A PROMISE! YOU MUST TAKE MY REVENGE, YOU
MUST TAKE FROM HIM WHAT HE STOLE FROM ME! DO YOU HEAR ME? WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE
YOU? STUPID QUESTIONS AND THEY DO NOT MATTER. IT IS ALL A WAY FOR YOU TO HIDE
FROM WHAT YOU MUST DO!" The buzzing dead voice choking in gravel stung deep in
Jeyne's head. Suddenly the dark knight appeared and used a fiery whip to make
the head of the statue girl fall off and shatter upon the stones. As she began
to go limp still trying to draw breath the knight lifted her into his arms. She
could see no face, his helmet was fearsome and covered his entire face in onyx.
Without a sound the large fearsome giant carried her towards her castle. He let
her down to walk across the drawbridge on her own royal feet. Upon the entrance
stood a faceless robed man and an icy eyed magician. The knight stood upon the
small bridge and held out his large metal glove for his Queen to take. Jeyne
was being invited into her castle and that is when it hit her. They were
inviting her into her own castle? It was their castle and she has always been
theirs. She was not a Warrior Queen, she was a Puppet Queen. Suddenly she was
filled with righteous rage and something happened.  With a roar she rushed
forward, a fiery blast came from her eyes and hands, such flaming rage. Shoving
her hands against the large knight the armor exploded into shards that fell
away. Like a death machine she ran through the explosion then set afire the
other two until they were screaming ash. Entering the castle triumphant, the
Warrior Queen stopped in front of a large ornate mirror. Then it exploded
outward and Jeyne saw nothing.
***** Clartity At Such A High Cost *****
Chapter Summary
     Found in Damon's room when it was being cleaned out for a new
     patient:
     I loved her. I loved wrapping her long black hair around me. I loved
     how she loved me back. I loved how she obeyed me, how she would argue
     with me sometimes. I loved how she bled in pretty lines and begged
     for me. I loved how she trusted me even when I gave her no reason to.
     I loved how she didn't make me say I loved her. I loved her silence
     and how fucking crazy she was. I loved her danger. I loved how only I
     made her feel good. I loved to sing to her. I loved how she was all
     mine and wanted me to do anything I wanted to her. I loved how she
     would fight me when I would do anything I wanted to her. I wish I
     told her how much I loved her before I killed her. I wish she had
     killed me instead.
Stannis had not been doing well since his best friend committed suicide.  It
had shaken him to the core, he tried to deny it, but there had been witnesses.
There was no way anyone else could have shot Davos in the head, he did it to
himself. Stannis never thought that Davos could do such a terrible thing, but
here it was and if Stannis was wrong about something so concrete, what else
might he be wrong about? He was suffering and distracted. His wife and mistress
reached out to him but only Petyr stayed the constant. For some reason that he
couldn't tell anyone, Stannis preferred it that way. Most of the time Petyr
told his dreadful tales in that whisper of a voice and he just listened to it.
He made calls, signed papers and did his job in court, but now the whispers
stayed even when Petyr didn't. Even when he spoke with his lawyers.
Today it was different, today he called in sick from the hotel the two stayed
at together. He dressed as if for work anyway, both of them dressed sharply.
They left without the protection, sneaking out through a window. For some
reason a car was waiting for them and they just got in. Stannis slowly found
himself trying to form a question. "Why..a car? We can use...where
are..we..going?" A very large man in the front snorted and asked, "Did you drug
him or something?" Petyr sighed and snapped, "No, he is just trying to fight my
influence. Don't interrupt me and just do your job." Grumbling, the man turned
away and drove faster. Stannis shook his head and said a little clearer, "What
the hell is this, Petyr?" In the whisper voice that Stannis is suddenly fearing
far too late, "Relax, calm yourself. We are going to see your family, Stannis.
We are going to see your wife and daughter and mistress. Also, a reunion of
sorts. Calm and hush."
Though he struggled against it, Stannis was silent and relaxing into the seat.
Petyr noticed Damon glaring from the rear-view mirror and sighed. "Can't you
control your emotions until we are done? Haven't I taught you better than
that?" Damon growled and said, "I know what you said to Jaqen on the phone, he
didn't even need to tell me. Because I have always known what a slimy cold fuck
you are, that you would throw any of us under the bus if you needed to. I don't
give a fuck if it takes Jeyne a fucking year to be alright again. You touch her
and I will break every bone in your body. If you kill her then understand that
I am going to kill you. If you want, I will take her and go far away, you'll
never have to see us again. But don't you think about going near my girl. Jeyne
has spent years being tormented by all of you and no matter what, she stayed
loyal. When Ramsay, Sansa and Reek went rouge, we stayed loyal. Don't you dare
break that loyalty now or you'll regret it."
Petyr narrowed his eyes and hissed, "Don't ever threaten me, boy. I will
destroy you, understand me? I wouldn't kill Jeyne, I would sell her off to
someone who likes to fuck catatonic young women. Only after I forced you to
watch some of the clips of her being fucked by sick men, would I finally let
you die. You had better watch yourself, Damon. You want the responsibility of a
crazy girl, by all means, have it. But don't you ever betray me or I will show
you hell on earth." The two men glared at each other then Damon lowered his
eyes. He parked the car silently and got out, coming to the side that Stannis
sat. Helping the man out of the car, Damon waited until Petyr took his arm.
"You may go open the door for us." Petyr said and Damon nodded walking away. 
Stannis entered the living room of where he has kept his women for their
safety. Candles were lit everywhere instead of the lights. He saw his wife
first, she was wearing her wedding dress, it made her look garishly old and
heartrendingly young all at once. Stannis moaned at the wrongness of it all.
Selyse was tied to a post of wood, kindling at her feet. Dancing around her
gracefully was Melissandre, her long lovely red hair swaying. She wore a red
negligee he had gotten for her that went all the way to her feet, it swirled
around her dainty feet. "What..what are you doing?" He managed and he noticed
Petyr went to sit on the couch. Someone was already sitting there and Stannis
turned to peer in the dim flickering lights at him. It was a him, he was sure
of that much.
Stepping closer, Stannis stared at the terrifying man sitting so relaxed on his
couch. It was no one he knew, no one he has ever seen before. This was a blank
mask, someone who had too much plastic surgery, even his eyes were contacts. No
one has brilliant green eyes like that, nobody could. The lithe body had a sort
of coiled snake feeling to it, no that wasn't it either. It was more like a cat
that was about to pounce, no, not that either. Stannis kept staring at the man
who watched him amused at the look of dumb confusion. Then he spoke and the
judge understood why he was so scared. "It is alright, Stannis. Of course you
wouldn't be expected to recognize me. I had a really huge amount of plastic
surgery along with a good amount of body changes as well. Never did manage to
change my voice that much though. I can see you are at least starting to know
why you should be scared." Stannis managed out, "I don't know who you are. But
I should, I know your voice, I think. Why does that scare me?"
Shireen stepped into the room and stared pityingly at the women then at her
father. "Even like this, even under Petyr's hypnosis, you won't allow yourself
to know the truth. How sad for you, father. I really hoped, was truly hoping to
see some form of redemption, some confession that might make you understand how
wrong you were. But no, proud and arrogantly blind straight to the end, no
matter who else you might be hurting along the way." Turning to walk over to
Jaqen who took her hands in his, Shireen said, "I understand why it has to be
this way now. He just cannot help it, can he? He needs to really feel it."
Jaqen kissed the smaller hands and smiled at her. "I am sorry, sweetheart. I
had hoped he would repent or confess and spare you this pain." Stannis tried to
move forward and slurred out, "Get away from that man, Shireen. Go to your room
and call the police." Instead, the girl sat down next to Petyr on the couch and
let Jaqen take control of the situation.
The stranger stood up and slowly made his way to Stannis. Why this made him
nearly cower away, he didn't know. "Get away from me, don't you touch me!" It
was almost embarrassing how scared his voice sounded. Closer, almost close
enough to touch bodies and Jaqen watched Stannis struggle to force his body to
move. "Let me introduce myself, Stannis. You might remember me better by my
former name. It was Varys Spyder." At that moment Petyr said a single whispered
word and Stannis was released in his mind but not body. Horrible clarity hit
him, it all fit together with Petyr and he remembered something terrible. He
remembered something even worse than the shameful memory for what they all did
to this man. The wallet he stole from Varys that night had a picture in it.
With a clipping that he had read before tossing it into the ocean. The picture
was a very young Petyr arm in arm with Varys. The clipping was of a show Petyr
had been doing, it was the hottest hypnotist/magic show in town. And Stannis
saw how Roose fit in, how Ned was killed, how Davos died was no suicide. And
now revenge has finally caught up with him for the worst thing he has ever done
and gotten away with.
Jaqen softly spoke, telling Stannis of the pain and agony of multiple
surgeries. The misery of relearning to use newly healed bones. Of how he forced
himself past all odds to become a stronger man, not a pudgy easily attacked
victim. He even gave details about how they went about so many things just to
get to this point. He even told what Roose's fate would be. Then he forced
Stannis to look at his women and tell them what he did so many years ago. By
now Stannis was in full regret, but it was far too late for that. Lysa and
Melisandre listened to his bitter tale but seemed unmoved. Shireen stared at
him with a mixture of hateful love and condemnation. When his mistress set his
wife on fire, Stannis screamed. She ran into the flames and hugged his wife.
The two women screeched horribly and he vomited on himself as Shireen sobbed
softly. Petyr patted her shoulder but watched the scene with excitement in his
eyes.
Damon was supposed to be waiting outside and he meant to be. Even as he circled
the perimeter to make sure no one would be cutting their revenge short, Damon
thought about leaving. Just get in the car, drive to the house and grab Jeyne.
They could run for it, he can care for her until she comes back to him, he is
sure of it. Then once she was better they could travel, they could make a life
for themselves. Hell, he could even marry her if he wanted to. Except that
Damon knew they would spend their lives on the run from Petyr and Jaqen. Afraid
to settle down, never daring to have children because why give extra revenge?
The two would think nothing of either killing or stealing their kids. So he
kept his mouth shut and did his job. He was still there when Jaqen and Petyr
came out with Shireen between them. She had a stunned look on her tear streaked
face and her hands were covered in blood. Staring dumbly up at Damon she said,
"I killed him myself. I couldn't take it, his sadness and so I slit his
throat." Nodding, Damon simply opened the car door to let them shove her
inside. They left as the flames started to engulf the building.
***** Return of the Warrior Queen And The Black Knight *****
Chapter Summary
     Jeyne began to load the gun, humming the theme song to Labyrinth.
     Standing up, she started to shut out the lights and then slowly begin
     to walk into the driveway. They will be home soon. Father, Petyr,
     Shireen and of course Damon. She is done being a puppet, she is a
     Warrior Queen and she is putting down a rebellion. The headlights
     splashed across her and fire filled her vision.
As Damon drove up the tiny long road that led to their current dwellings, a
figure appeared in the road. "Jeyne?" Petyr muttered questioningly, sitting on
the passenger side of the front seat. He had decided to let Jaqen deal with the
weeping Shireen on his own. Halfway up the drive was the figure. It was indeed,
covered in sweat, blond hair everywhere and in only a negligee. She had a gun
and Damon's own grin as took careful aim. Swearing, Damon tried to jerk the
wheel but it was too late. She blew out the front tires then giggled as the car
hit a tree. "IS THIS WHAT YOU ALL WANTED? A SEXY PRETTY BLONDE DEADLY CHARLIE'S
FUCKING ANGEL? WELL, HERE I AM, ISN'T IT WONDERFUL FOR YOU?" Damon screamed,
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? SEXY? ALL I SEE IS CRAZY!" A shot took
off the driver's mirror and he ducked. He was thrilled to see her lucid and
moving but pissed that she dared point a gun at him, much less shoot it.
Petyr and Jaqen each tried to speak and that got the back windows blown out.
"OH SHUT THE FUCK UP. IT WON'T WORK ANYWAY." Taking a deep breath Jeyne took
careful aim and said in a calmer tone, "I want to know the truth about a few
things. I want real answers or I am going to start hitting body parts." She
moved closer and said, "All of you sit up, I want to see your eyes so I know if
you are lying." Damon glared at her and she dared to smile back. "What's wrong,
honey? Don't like not being the one in control? Have I finally pushed you far
enough? Well, too fucking late now." Growling, Damon went to speak and Jeyne
said, "No. Bad Damon. If your Masters behind you could speak they would order
you to remain calm and patient. So just practice your breathing while I take
things from here, okay?" Jaqen sucked in his breath, was she trying to get him
to kill her? Or was she looking for a reason to kill him?
"Jaqen, where did my castle come from? The one in my head?" Without hesitation,
he replied, "I had you envision one. You did all the decorating and even the
construction from blueprints of several castles I had shown you." A tear
tracked down her face but she just said in a girlish voice, "You and Petyr are
no longer welcome inside the castle. The Queen revokes her invitation to you."
Both men softly agreed, wondering if she truly did break her programming.
"Father?" "Yes, Jeyne?" "Did you program Damon to like me?" Damon swore and
hollered, "WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT?" But Jeyne looked terrified
and wounded, staring at Jaqen. With a sigh, Jaqen looked pityingly at Jeyne and
said, "Of course not. I tried to stop you from seeing him, remember? It was the
first time you ever deliberately disobeyed me, in fact." Jeyne seemed to
consider this, then choked back a sob.
"YOU THOUGHT I WAS PROGRAMMED TO LOVE YOU? REALLY, JEYNE! THAT'S ENOUGH, I AM
DONE WITH THIS BULLSHIT!" Jeyne rolled her eyes even as she seemed to feel a
bit better, "No, that is the old Damon, the new one just breathes. That is why
I thought maybe it was all fake, like you just had no choice but to pretend it
before." The car door nearly exploded outward and Damon was no longer caring
about the gun pointed at him. "YOU POINTED A GUN AND SHOT AT ME BECAUSE YOU
THOUGHT I DIDN'T LOVE YOU? BECAUSE I HAVE SHOWN YOU PATIENCE AND WORRIED MY ASS
OFF OVER YOU, YOU THOUGHT I WAS PROGRAMMED TO LIKE YOU? I DON'T CARE WHAT OR
WHO YOU THINK YOU ARE, I LOVE THE FUCKED UP IDIOT THAT YOU ARE. BUT RIGHT NOW I
THINK YOU SHOULD RUN BECAUSE I AM GOING TO REMIND YOU JUST WHO THE HELL I AM!"
Still holding the gun, Jeyne spun and flew towards the house. As Damon charged
after her, Jaqen called out, "Damon, be careful! Remember, she is-" Stopping
for one moment, Damon turned and yelled, "No! You had your turn, it didn't
work. We go back to what does work for her and for me. Don't mess in our
relationship anymore." Turning Damon gave chase. He saw the lights were all out
in the house and he carefully sidled up to the open door. "Jeyne? Don't you
fucking dare shoot at me again. I am sick of your games. Who am I, pet?"
Something ceramic exploded next to his head and Damon leaped further into the
house. "Dammit! I meant to hit your head with Jaqen's most expensive vase. Why
bother, Damon? Why bother trying to play pet and master anymore? We aren't the
same folks anymore, right? They gave us everything, we let them take
everything, why keep anything to remind us?" He couldn't see her and Jeyne kept
moving because her voice was everywhere.
"I want you to stay still and turn on the lights and then we will talk about
it." Damon growled, venturing further in, hoping to locate her. A giggle and
she sounded right next to him, but when he swiped out she was gone. "Yes, let's
talk about it. Shall we practice being calm together, we can act really well,
can't we? What I can't decide is, which was the act, the new Damon or the old
one?" Groaning, Damon called out, "You were the one with the identity crisis,
not me. I know I am the same person I was before on the inside. If you still
have that gun in your hand when I find you, I am going to pistol whip you." 
Sounding utterly unimpressed, Jeyne said, "Sure you will. Then Shireen might
lecture you on ruining her perfect flesh and your Masters will make you
meditate in restraints." "Stop calling Petyr and Jaqen my masters, my owners.
They are our mentors, our bosses. One of them is your father, why are you
suddenly against them, against me? What is your fucking problem, Jeyne! Are you
the one really sick of our relationship?" 
The thought made Jeyne reel and made Damon go pale when she didn't answer right
away. "Is that it, Jeyne? Have you decided to get rid of those last three
rabbits after all? Are you going to kill me then go kill them in the car? You
had better make sure that bullet lodges deep in my brain, Jeyne. You think
Jaqen went to extremes? I would be fucking dead and still come for you, you
don't get rid of me, little girl. I made you mine because I wanted to. You
wanted to be mine and you still better like it because I am not leaving and you
aren't ever leaving me." A small sniff and a small voice, "I love you but I
don't like the new you. I can't live with him, Damon. I'd rather be alone, on
my own and away then have to." Damon reached the lights and clicked them on.
Jeyne was somehow up on the mantle now across the room from him. "How the hell
did you get up there?" Damon muttered as he slowly approached her. He saw the
discarded gun and unloaded it. "I like your whip, your meanness sometimes. You
are the only person that I think might be able to stop me someday if I really
go nuts. And I like pain, I like giving it, I like feeling it." Sighed, Damon
drawled, "I know all that, Jeyne. I know you better than you must think I do.
Don't ever make me worry like that again, Jeyne. Don't ever trigger yourself
again, don't ever point or shoot at me." By the time Damon reached the mantle,
his anger was back again.
Yanking her down, he hugged Jeyne tightly as he stomped to his bedroom. Tossing
her onto the bed, he got out his whip. Even as she looked up with fear and
excitement, Jeyne couldn't help asking, "But what about Shireen's lectures on
damaging the new pretty flesh?" Damon ripped the thin pink material off of
Jeyne before shoving her onto her stomach. "Fuck the pretty perfect skin look,
I like you better in my bloody lines."
Later that night as Jeyne tried not to pull the stitches out of her back, Damon
sleepily asked her a question. "What did you mean that Petyr and Jaqen can't
get into the castle anymore?" Hissing as she tried to turn again, Jeyne
replied, "Just that. I can't hear them inside me anymore. I took away the
words, I took away my invitation to come inside my head." Damon pulled Jeyne
into his arms and lay her on his chest. "Stop squirming and go to sleep. You
probably only think you removed the programming. Next time they try to whisper,
we'll see if it works or not." Jeyne whimpered as Damon's hand lightly brushed
against a very sore lash. He had been very angry and it was not a pleasant
punishment at all. However, Jeyne has felt much calmer since then. Snuggling
into Damon's chest, she mumbled, "I have broken their programming. I am sure of
it." Damon listened to Jeyne's breathing change into sleep and he wondered what
Petyr would do if he knew Jeyne slipped her leash. 
***** Telling Father No Has Consequences *****
Chapter Summary
     Very few reminders of the existence of Jeyne Poole was found at
     school.
     An old dusty bedazzled treasure box was found with drawings of a
     young girl with what must be her father. There were other drawings,
     of a fantasy castle, a large knight, a hooded figure and a crowned
     girl with burning eyes.
     A shattered copy of the Labyrinth soundtrack.
Jeyne stood tall, her long black hair hiding all but one glaring eye. "No. No,
I won't do it. Figure out something else. Go ahead and tell my father, I don't
care. Damon is mine and I do not share." Petyr glared at the girl and Roose
made horrific threats but to no avail. The girl refused to budge on the
subject, for the first time actually refusing an order. This was new and
somewhat disconcerting. Jeyne has never had an outright rebellion before. She
has made mistakes, she has injured others in her madness, but never had Jeyne
defied on purpose. Sansa might have been the most protected, but Jeyne was the
most loved and therefore, the most loyal. Also, out of the students, she was
the most programmed for the longest time period. Only Ramsay was as disturbed
as Jeyne, but she felt that her father Jaqen truly cared for her. Therefore it
was never a thought to betray him. Now, because of Damon, Jeyne is being
defiant for the first time in years.
Since their last disaster of a mission, the pack has been in pure chaos. They
were trained and beaten down over and again. Regardless of how well trained
they might be, they could not be in sync anymore. Things have changed and trust
has gone down. Reek only trusted Ramsay, Jeyne and Damon only trusted each
other. Sansa and Skinner trusted no one at all. Jaqen had finally decided they
had to take another approach to get through this. He had seen Jeyne going to
the clinic with blood dripping down her back and came up with a better idea. It
was better for all of them. It was certainly safer for Damon, because Jaqen was
sick of seeing the fucking brute hurt his daughter. Jaqen was ready to murder
the boy slowly. He was aware that Jeyne seemed to really like this boy but it
drove him crazy to see it.
When Ramsay and Jeyne were together, Jaqen had not been around much at the
time. Petyr had hid the real truth of it from him for almost four months into
it. He had shown up on a whim and saw Jeyne being flayed by Ramsay. Jaqen had
gone crazy and beat Ramasy so badly he was in the infirmary for weeks. Then
Jaqen took the time to hurt Petyr and Roose for allowing it, for hiding it from
him. As soon as Ramsay had healed he broke it off with Jeyne. Now here was
another boy hurting his girl and this time he could do something about it. The
broken pack provided the answer for him. It was clear that in order for the
pack to survive the teams must change. Partners will be changed again, this
time it will be a permanent thing. Hoping to avoid an argument from Jeyne,
Jaqen told the other staff to inform the students of the switches.
"Ramsay, Theon, Skinner and Jeyne will be one team. Damon and Sansa will be the
other. This is a permanent change." Instantly, Damon and Jeyne both protested.
It was expected of Damon to argue the change. They expected Jeyne might have an
outburst but an outright calm firm rejection was not expected. "I said no. We
aren't switching with anyone. Damon and I are partners on the field and here,
no matter what. Tell father I said no." Petyr arched his eyebrow, amused in
spite of himself and drawled, "You are sure you want that, Jeyne? You want me
to tell your father that you said no. That you refuse an order that he himself
has made?" Lifting her chin up at the surprised staff and nodded. Ramsay
himself actually sidled closer and muttered, "Jeyne, don't..." With a louder
voice, Jeyne said, "No. I won't obey this order. Not now and not ever. Tell
father I said so."
Petyr had told the staff to leave both Damon and Jeyne alone then, with a smirk
he said that he will let Jaqen deal with it himself. For the first time since
the pack had splintered, they all moved as one. "I can't believe you just did
that. Have you ever defied Jaqen before?" Asked Sansa as they all walked
towards the woods. Damon had his arm tightly around Jeyne and the others all
circled as if in protection. "No. I have never told him no before. I never
dared to. If I really hated doing something, he always let me rant then would
just tell me again to do whatever it was. Then I would do it. I am not ranting
and I am not giving in. I won't let them take Damon away from me. Not even for
father." Damon squeezed her shoulders and grumbled, "I have your back, Jeyne.
We won't let them tear us apart, I promise. No one is making me leave you. If
we have to, we can run."
Now the whole pack was concerned and they stared with worry. "You mean leave
for good? They will come after you and drag you back. If they don't just
outright shoot Damon in the head, Jeyne! You can't just run away and hope to
make it, they would expect that! We are talking about Jaqen, have you forgotten
that? Jeyne, Damon, you have to think this through. Maybe just agree for now
and we can all help plan a way out of it together? It is just for work, you can
have your relationship in private still, we can all cover it." Damon and Jeyne
both shook their heads. The large boy sat on a rock and pulled Jeyne onto his
lap. "No, we shouldn't have to hide all the time. If we don't stand together
against Jaqen on this, it will only get worse when he discovers us later."
Damon grumbled. "Better that they understand now that we obey everything, but
they can't decide who we freaking go out with."
The pack remained together as they headed around the grounds, trying to give
support. Then they saw the entire staff heading for them, Jaqen in the lead.
"Oh fuck, here we go." Breathed Skinner and Reek inched closer to Ramsay. Damon
and Jeyne stood hand in hand, surrounded by their friends. All their faces were
pale with terror at such a huge stance against their authority figures. Jaqen
walked up to Jeyne, Petyr and Roose to his right and Tormund with Styr to his
left. "Care to say to my face what you told the staff about my orders?" Jaqen's
voice was soft and pleasant, but his eyes burned into Jeyne's.
Damon squeezed Jeyne's hand as she answered. Again, her voice was calm, firm
and resolute. "I said no. I will not stop being partners with Damon and I will
not stop seeing him. No. We will find another way to heal the pack." Jaqen
stared at the girl who has never once defied him, even as a little girl. She
would tantrum, usually because of her damaged brain. Jaqen always calmed her
after a time then Jeyne would comply. This wasn't a tantrum and Jaqen was
feeling the tiniest bit of unease. Damon stepped almost in front of Jeyne, as
if to shield her, as if to take her and Jaqen lost his mind for a moment.
When he stopped seeing red he could hear Jeyne screaming and Damon moaning. The
large boy was on the ground, curled and coughing blood from his mouth. He was
also clutching between his legs and Jaqen was grimly happy about it. "Stay the
fuck away from her or I'll personally castrate you. The partnership is over and
so is the relationship." Damon shook his head and tried to get to his feet,
Jaqen kicked him in the head, knocking him back into the dirt. "Stay down."
Jaqen turned and saw that Styr, and Tormund were restraining Jeyne with some
difficulty. "You do not tell me no. The changes stand and that is the end of
this, Jeyne." He said and Jeyne glared at him. "No. I will sneak to see him if
I have to. I will run away with Damon and keep running till you drag us down
and shoot us dead. If you kill him, you better make sure you kill me too,
father. Or I'll take out every person here including you, if I can."
For a small moment no one spoke or moved then Jaqen spoke grimly to Tormund and
Styr. "Release her." The two men let Jeyne go and backed up slightly. Damon sat
up and began to beg, afraid that Jaqen was going to attack her. "Wait, don't
hurt her, she doesn't mean what she is saying. She would never try and hurt
you, Jaqen." Without turning away from Jeyne's challenging eyes, Jaqen spoke to
Damon. "Shut your mouth, boy. I don't need you to tell me about my own
daughter. You should be thankful you are still alive." Jaqen stared at this
disturbed girl he has tried to make so strong and wondered why she wanted to
let others beat her on purpose. It can be fixed, it is just a glitch and I will
fix it, thought Jaqen and he made his decision. "You are done here, Jeyne. I
will have Sansa pack your things. You are coming home with me and you won't be
back." Jeyne screamed in denial, Damon lunged and Jaqen pulled out his gun.
Aiming it directly at Damon's face, he spoke. "Jeyne, you either go to pack or
I am putting a bullet in Damon's head. You choose." With slumped shoulders,
Jeyne begged. "Don't shoot him, father. I will go with you, don't hurt Damon.
Please."
As Sansa and Jeyne went upstairs they could hear the sounds of the staff taking
a hysterical Damon towards the Student Support. Spinning around, Jeyne pinned
Sansa against the door. "You caused this, all of it. The pack torn apart, me
losing Damon, losing the school. I hate you. Why do you keep showing up to take
parts of my life away? Get out of here, I can do my own packing. You aren't
stone, you know what you really are? Poison." Jeyne shoved Sansa out of her
room and locked the door. Smashing and sobbing came from behind the door and
Sansa felt pain. It burned her dry eyes as she staggered away, holding herself.
This was all wrong, nothing here was going the way she wanted it to. She has
done nothing but destroy things. Sansa knew it was up to her to fix it before
things got even worse. 
When Jaqen went to Jeyne's room to collect her she was gone.
***** The Black Knight Wins *****
Chapter Summary
     During an interview conducted in the mental hospital concerning
     Damon, he answered an interesting question. "If you hurt Jeyne,
     whipped her, ordered her around, why would she want to stay with you?
     Are you sure she loved you? Or did you just imagine that part to make
     yourself feel less guilty? After all, you wouldn't have killed her if
     you and her had this deep love." Shaking his head, eyes shifting
     everywhere all at once, Damon mumbled something. "What was that,
     Damon?" Clearing his throat, he tried to speak louder. "She loved me.
     I was her black knight and she was always needing me to come to the
     rescue. Whether she wanted me to or not, whether she even knew it or
     not, I always her knight and she could count on me.
For three days Petyr and Jaqen have been searching for Jeyne. Damon and the
others were confined to school grounds until she was found. He hated feeling so
scared, so useless. Jeyne never ran away before, not once and Damon was scared
shitless for her. If he got a hold of her right now, she would need a hospital
before he stopped whipping her. So many terrible things could happen to her,
she could do something that got her jailed. Jeyne could fall prey to someone
stronger, bigger.
Or worse of all, what if Petyr decided Jeyne was to dangerous to live without a
leash? What if he got there before Jaqen did? Damon has heard Petyr argue in
the past over her. He has heard him say that Jeyne was a rabid dog that someday
will bite its owner. That if she ever tries that he or Roose will put her down.
Even though Damon also heard Jaqen scare the shit out of them afterwards, it
stuck with him. Damon always worried about it. Dammit, Jeyne, Damon growled, I
won't forgive you if you make them kill you.
So since Damon had no control over the search for Jeyne, he turned his mind to
another matter. He has to believe that Jeyne is still around, just hiding,
sulking. That she is playing the Queen again, so Damon will be the fucking
knight. He was going to fix this shit between the damned trio. If Damon can fix
the pack, maybe Jaqen will say that Jeyne can come back. That things will
remain the same and Jeyne will suddenly return. Damon will put the fear of the
Gods into her and a goodly amount of pain before singing any fucking songs for
her. He fantasized of how Jeyne would snuggle into him afterwards, bleeding and
loving him. 
Damon's face was thunderous as he stood over the three sitting stiffly on the
log in the clearing. Skinner stood behind them, arms crossed. He had agreed to
Damon's plan not just because he feared the determined and worried classmate.
Also because this stress was driving him nuts, he needed things to go back to
normal. Something had to work and no one else had any ideas. So the two of them
ambushed the other three. Ramsay and the others were desperate enough, feeling
guilty over Jeyne enough that they were willing. Reek was not asked but his
eyes told Damon he agreed fully with trying to fix things.
Taking a cleansing and calming breath, he worked the magic he always had.
Passing out a very specifically designed pill, Damon gave them all one. Only he
and Skinner did not take them. They had to have clear heads in case this went
really wrong, really fast. Ramsay had been sitting with Reek on one side
cuddled into him, Sansa sitting on the other side like a stone. The music had
been turned on, not as loud as usual, not the same hard pounding songs. These
ones were different, they were slow, they were sad, they were black and rot.
Sansa started to pant, Reek started to whine and Ramsay started to shake his
head.
"Sorry, I really am, guys. But I need to make it hurt, it might be sick, but it
is true. We have all been taught through pain. So you have to suffer to fix
this. Actually, I am not sorry because I am suffering, Jeyne is suffering and
hell, even Skinner is suffering. So just join the fucking club and buckle down,
assholes. This is MY class now and we are in session, children." All three
watched Damon as if they couldn't stop, they looked like they wanted to be
angry but they could only manage scared. Frozen in space and time, staring,
eyes blown wide, panting. "Shut your eyes. All three of you. Now." After some
blinking, all three shut their eyes, heads rolling. "Good. It is story time.
Listen to my words. Listen to my words and picture them. You all know how, Gods
know, we have had practice at it. Listen and see. Listen, see and feel."
They saw themselves in a room, tied up, unable to do anything but look. A huge
screen life-size was in front of them. Damon's voice boomed around the room
like a ping pong ball, making them all wince, groaning. "Watch. Don't stop
looking, feel it together now." A pause while Damon was recalling everything he
had hacked into from Roose's recordings of Sansa. To the extreme horror of the
stone girl and the unease of Reek and Ramsay, the screen came to life. Ned was
the size of a monster, huge and terrible in his twisted lust. Sansa screamed at
the sight and Reek wailed, Ramsay twisted in the restraints. "No, you all will
stay and watch it. Ramsay and Reek, you are going to feel it with her. This is
the last time Sansa ever felt anything. So feel what it was."
The screen kept changing, the feelings were terrible and massive. Even through
the shame and pain, the ugly way her mother hid things, there was a love. It
was rotten, it was sickening but it was still there. That little girl just
wanted them to love her even if they had to hurt her to do it. Sansa wailed and
thrashed but so did Ramsay and Reek. In some way, that eased the pressure, it
helped and the girl calmed a little. Next came Robb, the betrayal of a trusted
brother and they all wept with it. They all flailed with guilt over setting up
Jeyne, of watching the murder. Of knowing what would become of the girl, the
grim determination.
The heart-wrenching feeling of  growing babies, that might be hated or loved. A
huge love, a great fearful thing in something so tiny. Three times they were
ripped away after such massive pain. Here was Petyr yet again, always there
after the worst pains but never before. Never in time to stop it, but now he
offers to save her. That last feeling of hope, that last moment of defiance, of
thinking sweet freedom. Then nothing. And nothing.
Just..anger..bitterness..yearning..longing. All three of them were in misery
and Damon only grinned, relentless. "Did you feel that? DO you understand why
Sansa is the way she is, Ramsay, Reek? Good. Next one, watch it, feel it.
Everyone feels it." Now Ramsay was the one to scream.
They felt the small boy's piss run down their leg as Roose raped him. This was
after hours in a deprivation chamber. Ramsay would be thrown back into the
cold, blinding, shouting world with a cock up his ass. So many tests, so many
things they all felt as one. As a unit they were slowly stripped away until
they turned into a sociopath, aware it was happening. Aware that they no longer
cared about it. They all felt his desperate need for friends, for a pet of his
own. Experiencing his failure with so many, his intense need for Theon. His
savage need to keep Reek under his control, but his want for Reek to be self
sufficient at work so he can always be with him. They all felt the strange
dangerous love he has for his pet.  Damon's voice boomed again. "See why
seduction can't work, Sansa? Reek, do you see how stupid you were for being
jealous? Ramsay loves you, you see that, don't you?"
The screen changes and Theon howls in such a way that Sansa and Ramsay beg for
Damon to end it. "No. Watch and feel." A hateful man, a man who truly despised
this child. Fists, boots, death threats, locked in a closet until he shits
himself. The hateful man making him eat it then puke it then eat it. A mother
and sister hurt, the sister bleeds down her legs after the hateful man visits
her. They all feel the boy's helplessness. His desperate need for love, for
someone to care, to help. How this sad boy found a way to dredge up arrogance
to hide the fear. The way he bravely defended his sister and mother to take the
pain instead. How he was terrorized during the hunt, the pain of being what
Ramsay wanted. The terrible love and dependence he formed, the way he felt when
he thought Ramsay cheated on him. 
When Damon released them from their blindness, they all were still weeping.
"Now talk about it, fix it or I will start it all over again." Skinner and
Damon loomed over the three as they tried to figure out how to speak through
such shared pain.
***** Promises and Secrets That Queen's Keep *****
Chapter Summary
     "Damon, before we do this, I want to talk about our baby."
     "FUCK! THERE! YOU ALMOST GOT US IN A CAR ACCIDENT! HAPPY?"
     "Before we get to the house, I want to talk about our baby."
     "Jeyne, we never had a baby. It was never a full baby, remember?
     Don't talk about it, I hate it. Shut up and let's get this done."
     "We need to talk and you won't let me."
     "Sure you can talk. Just not about the past. Not about painful
     things."
     "We are about to do worse painful things to others."
     "So what? They aren't us."
     "It's important to talk about the baby, Damon."
     "Why is it so fucking important? We are here."
     "Because I have slipped my leash. And I have to keep a promise."
It took five days for Jaqen and Petyr to find Jeyne. Roose had coldly informed
the pack that Jeyne was found and brought to Jaqen's home. She will not be back
as far as he was concerned and the students should get used to that. In spite
of the growing friendship or something like it between Sansa, Ramsay and Reek,
it was still going slow. The three spent time together, they talked, they tried
to practice together and got better at it. There was still distrust and it was
work, but the three had found a common bond to glue them together. Hate.
Revenge. It was what they mostly discussed, what had been done to them, what
they could do in return someday.
Skinner was happy in his solitude work and he mainly hung around the now more
vicious than ever Damon. He has not been allowed to speak with or see Jeyne at
all and even showing the trio trying to work it out had not been enough. In
desperation, Damon tried to leave the school and go to Jaqen's house but was
picked up by Styr halfway there. Three days in Roose's basement cured any ideas
of Damon attempting to leave grounds without permission. He twitched and had
uncontrollable bouts of sobs for a month after Roose's punishment. When Damon
healed he started to hang more often with Skinner, who was great at finding
nearby victims.
The staff was suddenly dealing with attacks on other students at the school,
more than ever before. Qyburn's infirmary was never empty now. Kids came in
flayed, whipped, broken bones and raped. Not one of them ever said who did it,
but the staff knew Damon and Skinner's handiwork quite well. No amount of
Student Support sessions ended the merciless hunting of the students. Ramsay
was told to put his pack under control, but he didn't bother. As he told his
father when Roose asked why Ramsay didn't do as he was told, "Damon tried to
fix the pack, all he wanted was Jeyne to come back. Now our pack is broken
again, but this time, it's not our fault. It's yours, Petyr's and Jaqen's. Why
should I fix your problems?" 
Roose had backhanded his son then dragged him into his study. The fact that he
knew Ramsay was right was a good amount of why he beat him so badly. Badly
enough that a stretcher had to be called for to take him to Qyburn. The other
part of why Roose was pounding Ramsay with bloody fists was because of how his
attitude has changed. Ramsay was always a bit defiant, always a smart mouthed
brat, but now he has become coldly defiant. He has openly defied his father in
front of the others, he has ignored orders and mocked him to other students.
Had removing Jeyne from the school really caused this much chaos?
Petyr agreed that things have gone haywire and went to speak with Jaqen. "It
isn't working, Jaqen. Damon and Skinner are terrorizing the younger kids. We
just had two of them commit suicide rather than continue being tormented by
them! Roose has put Ramsay in the infirmary with injuries that will take at
least a month to heal. He has become defiant, which means that the others are
defiant too. Hell, even Theon smart mouthed Styr bad enough to earn the box.
And that boy never dares to say a word to the staff. At least he didn't until
his Master decided that he should. How can I even think of working any of them
like this? And I can't imagine things are going well here either. I mean, what
are you going to do with her here? Keep her locked up forever, all that talent
going to waste?"
Sighing, Jaqen knew it was time to give in. Jeyne has barely spoken to him
since they came to the house. She hides in her room and wraps herself in
blankets to sit out back on the swing set, not moving, not speaking. When Jaqen
comes outside and tells Jeyne that they are going back to the school, she
finally spoke. "Thank you. I miss the school, I miss Damon." "I don't want you
to go out with him, Jeyne. You can go to school and you can do partner work but
that is all." "I love him. He loves me. Why can't I have love?" Jaqen smirked
and shook his head. "You don't know what you want yet. You both think you are
in love, but love doesn't look anything like what you have with that boy." 
Jeyne looked up with a spark of defiance and hissed, "How would you know what
love looked like?" Jaqen leaned down, his eyes angry, making her flinch back.
"Do you want me to change my mind? No relationship with Damon, am I clear?"
Jeyne held her tongue and nodded, slumping down. She had a secret and it must
be protected, she can't annoy her father. Getting back to the school was
important, getting to Damon and the others. They needed to know her secret so
they could help get Damon and her away. So Jeyne threw on another princess
dress and a sweater, getting her bags. She got into the car and sat quietly the
whole trip. Her father spoke, he warned, he lectured and tried to make her give
him a smile. Afraid of Jaqen seeing through her secret, she gave the smile he
wanted. The first ones to greet her were the staff, not the students. She was
told that she would share a room with Sansa for now on. On the opposite end of
the wing where the rest of the pack was. Nodding, she let Tormund escort her to
put her items away.
Violet ran, sobbing and was spurred on by the harsh male voices taunting her.
She was told over and over not to walk alone after dinner hour. But she just
was so sick of listening to others babbling, she could care less that the crazy
chick upstairs was back. Every one of that wolf pack was infamous here and they
were pointed out to her upon her entrance to the school. Ramsay was actually
really charming when he had shown her around the school. He has never bothered
her once, nor have the others. She has seen all of them except for Jeyne, but
she heard of her. How crazy and scary she was, how deadly, about the love with
Damon that caused her expulsion. All she cared about was not getting killed at
this school and she had just wanted some air. Now Damon and Skinner were
chasing her through the woods and they had a whip and a knife.
Just barely ahead of them, Violet spurred her aching legs and lungs, seeing the
line of trees end. She could maybe make it at least to the front lawn where
someone might be. Then a horrific thing came slowly walking in through the
trees. Violet screamed and fell backwards, trying to crawl away from the thing
coming towards her. It was tall, long black hair over it's face, falling in a
straight line to the waist of a almost medieval princess dress. She had pissed
herself before Violet figured out this must be Jeyne, returned as they said she
had. Violet decided to run back towards the taunting boys, at least with them
she might survive. They only wanted to rape and torture her, this girl looked
like she might eat the girl alive. Violet turned and tried to run the other way
when a hand caught her by the neck and flung her.
"Aww, no fair, Jeyne, get your own prey!" Groaned Skinner as he and Damon came
close enough to see her. Damon stopped dead and clenched his fists, growling
out, "Jeyne! You know we can't see each other away from the staff. Want to get
taken away again? I told you, Ramsay is going to cover for us soon once it is
safe, okay? I miss you too, but you can't keep pulling this shit. They are
watching you." Ever since Jaqen warned Damon of the consequences, he left Jeyne
alone. "I love that girl more than you do. But if you really do love her, you
are going to stay away from her. Or I will let Roose and Petyr program her to
despise you. She will remember every moment with you as an attack and
manipulation on your part."
Damon had agreed then and threw himself into his bullying with Skinner. He only
saw Jeyne during meals, classes and their work. No matter how much Jeyne tried,
she couldn't get Damon to be alone with her, to speak with her. It was damn
near killing him and even Skinner was starting to fear how brutal he was
becoming. In fact, this hunt tonight, Skinner had already reminded Damon twice
not to kill the girl. He had seen how feral Damon has become. The last girl
they chased down, ended up in surgery, so Skinner was nervous for this one. It
was actually with relief that Skinner saw Jeyne toss the girl. Jeyne looked
down at the stunned girl and said, "Run to school, to your room, to your bed.
Stay there until morning. Now."
Sighing, Damon watched as the girl began to run off, crying out to Jeyne her
thanks. Skinner didn't seem as upset at losing he prey as he should of. Instead
he just shrugged and said, "We might as well all walk back together, it won't
look suspicious that way, Damon." Grumbling, he stomped up to Jeyne and grabbed
her arm. "You are killing me, you know that? I should just let them do what
they want with your fucked up head and not care. I should beat you, rape you,
whip you, make you run since you lost my prey." Jeyne scoffed at him and pulled
away. "You gave up on us, I didn't. I was fighting, I am still fighting and you
don't even care, do you? You don't want me anymore? You want to just chase,
fuck and torture little freshman? I came back to school to tell you something,
but you wouldn't let me. No one will let me talk to them. So fine, have your
little hunts and go to hell! Maybe I will go back home then."
Damon slapped her and then hit her harder so she fell down. "Shut up! You
aren't going anywhere and I didn't give up! We need to wait until it's safe,
but you just don't want to listen!" He kicked her leg then as he aimed to kick
again, Jeyne grabbed her stomach and yelled, "NO! NOT THE STOMACH!" This
stopped him dead and even Skinner stared down at Jeyne. Almost too softly, too
calmly, Damon asked, "Why not your stomach, Jeyne?" Remaining silent, Jeyne
scrambled to her feet and just stared at him. He reached out and ripped the
loose dress right down the chest, down to the waist. And there was the rounded
stomach and Damon forgot how to breathe. "Oh Gods, Jeyne, why didn't you tell
me?" "I tried to but you wouldn't listen to me. No one would listen to me but
staff and I don't want them to know." Laughing, Skinner said, "Didn't you think
they would notice you suddenly becoming the size of a fucking planet? You don't
think they would notice a screaming baby?" 
"Oh, we would've noticed, I assure you." Roose said smoothly as he and the rest
of the staff entered the trees. "I am so glad that all of us decided to track
you down this time, Jeyne." His eyes were twinkling, Petyr's were maliciously
amused and Jaqen's were blazing with anger. Damon grabbed Jeyne and pulled her
close, afraid of what they would do to her. "I didn't know, okay? I just found
out now but I will take care of her and the baby. I know you don't like me
Jaqen but I am the father, I have rights." Petyr rolled his eyes, saying, "Do
you ever figure out not to say the worst things, Damon? Let her go right now.
Understand this. There will be no baby. The same as no relationship. Jeyne,
come with me right now, we are going to see Qyburn."
It took all the staff to get Jeyne and Damon apart. Damon was brought to the
basement while Jeyne was brought to the clinic. Jeyne screamed as Petyr forced
her to have an abortion without benefit of any drugs, while Damon screamed as
Jaqen flayed his left testicle in Roose's favorite basement room. Ramsay,
Theon, Sansa and Skinner waited to see who got back first. They waited to see
who was coming out more damaged. It turned out to be Jeyne who hobbled slowly
into her room. Sansa looked at her and then Jeyne crumpled down. Screaming,
wailing, trying to scratch at her own face, the girl was nearly demented in
grief. Swooping down, Sansa held Jeyne tightly and whispered, "I know, I know
how much it hurts when they steal your babies. Jeyne, we need to stick together
and stop them. We need to promise each other not to let them steal anymore
babies."
***** You Can't Help What You Are *****
Chapter Summary
     "You slipped Jaqen and Petyr's leash, not mine. We are getting this
     job done and then you will tell me what the fuck you are going on
     about."
     "Damon, we need to talk about it now."
     "No. Do the job. No more about babies or promises or anything but the
     job. We will talk as soon as it's done."
     "Promise?"
     "Yes, for fuck's sake, let's go!"
     Lysa Tully was fierce and crazy, holding a butcher knife and snarling
     at the circling couple. "You won't hurt my son!" Jeyne tilted her
     head and said sweetly, "We aren't here to hurt your son. Just you."
Damon went from the basement to the clinic for three days. During that time,
Jeyne never left her room once. Sansa carried meals to their room for her and
luckily the staff didn't intervene. They all knew that this was going to set
Jeyne off eventually, they would stave it off as long as they could. Jaqen
regretted allowing his temper to get the better of him. Not so much about
flaying Damon, the boy got Jeyne pregnant in the first place. He shouldn't have
allowed Petyr to be with Qyburn during the abortion. Petyr was merciless and
wanted to make sure the lesson stuck with Jeyne. When Jaqen heard that he made
her go through it without even the lightest of drugs, he made Petyr scream too.
He tried to visit with Jeyne once and she never looked at him nor spoke. "You
can't have a child, Jeyne. How would you raise it, where would you go? You
don't know anything about babies or relationships. What happens when the crying
irritates you, what if you went away into the castle and the child starved? And
with Damon's temper, you think a toddler is safe around him? You both kidnap
and kill children. You don't raise them. I am sorry. Maybe someday, far in the
future that will all change for you. I am trying to do what is best for you,
even though you don't see that right now." Jeyne ignored her father and lay on
her bed, staring at the ceiling. Sighing, Jaqen said, "You may take another few
days rest, Jeyne. Then you need to work with your pack."
Sansa was there always, she held the silent, stiff girl who hid in her castle
where things didn't hurt so badly. That was the real problem, Jeyne had come
out too far, she had trusted and here it all was again, betrayal. So Jeyne sat
in her castle in a small garden that the voices cannot reach her and where her
black knight never was. With her sat a pretty Lady with brilliant fiery red
braids piled high on her head. The girl was kind and polite but the Queen saw
something that made her uneasy.
This pretty girl's complexion nearly seemed to match the grey stones the garden
walls had. Nevertheless, they drank tea and the girl spoke of many disturbing
things. "Bad things have been done to Damon. They hurt him very bad. Jaqen
flayed Damon's testicle. Qyburn had to remove it and that means he can never
have children, ever. Even if they ever let you see him again, no children, no
babies ever. I heard Qyburn and Petyr talking. They said you were sterilized as
well while they did the abortion. When they ripped out your baby, they ripped
out your insides. They stole it from you and Damon. The chance to ever be
normal, to ever have someone to protect and love. Styr held Damon down for
Jaqen to flay, you know. Then he helped restrain Damon for the surgery. I heard
he laughed when Damon was crying like a baby."
Jeyne sat passively in Sansa's arms while the girl whispered into her ear. Then
Sansa caught a quick glimpse of them in the mirror and for a second she lost
her breath. The expression on her face as she was speaking into Jeyne's ear,
the way she curled around the girl, Sansa looked just like Petyr in that
moment. Smashing the guilt of it, Sansa continued to whisper while Jeyne sat
emotionless but for the blazing eyes.
Damon lay in his darkened room and had no intention of leaving it until forced
to do so. Qyburn has assured Damon that he will still be able to have and enjoy
sex. However, the horror and humiliation is too fresh and he feels fragile. One
single sneer from Skinner and Damon would snap in neck for him. He can't go and
face anyone yet. Jaqen had decreed that Damon could have the rest of the week
to recuperate before working again. If it weren't for Sansa, he probably would
have starved to death. He refused to even go for the kitchen after hours.
Easier to hide in the dark and wonder if Jeyne would ever want to see him
again.
Sansa showed with meals three times a day and spoke softly, kindly, keeping her
distance. The first time he glared at her from his bed. "Fuck off. Did you pick
the lock? Dammit!" Shaking her head, Sansa said, "I used Jeyne's key to open
it. I brought you some food and soda, you need to eat." Damon grumbled, "Did
Jeyne send you here? Tell her I will hurt her for giving my key to you. Now get
out of here and leave me the fuck alone." Nodding, Sansa headed for the door,
leaving the tray on a dresser. Over her shoulder, she said, "Jeyne didn't give
me the key though. She isn't capable of that anymore." Damon sat up fast and
yelled, "Wait! What do you mean not capable?"
Pausing at the door, Sansa acted as if she were uneasy and hesitantly said,
"I..I am not sure you are ready to hear anything right now. You aren't feeling
your best and besides I am sure that Jeyne will do better soon." Glaring now,
Damon swung his legs over the side of the bed and glowered warning at Sansa.
"Speak now or I'll use my whip to make you. What has happened to Jeyne?"
Sighing, she came closer and then sat on a chair near the window.
"Petyr had Qyburn give her an abortion without any medication, she felt it and
was aware the whole time. They sterilized her too. She doesn't act the same as
I am used to anymore. Ramsay...he says he remembers this behavior before. When
he says that he sounds nervous but I don't know why. Jeyne just stays silent,
moving stiff like a robot, but only if you make her move. Her eyes don't look
at anything. I heard Petyr and Roose arguing that she is useless this way."
Damon listened to Jeyne's lack of progress everyday. Sansa told him of how she
heard Roose tell Petyr that Jeyne was useless now. That made Damon sneak out
one night. He was going to try and go force Jeyne to wake the fuck up, before
they hurt her into it. Instead, he found himself drawn to voices in Roose's
study. He listened to Petyr and Roose try to tell Jaqen that Jeyne might be
broken. That even if she came back it might be as a rabid dog and maybe they
should put her down. Or Jaqen should take her home if he really wanted her
alive.
Damon listened with satisfaction to the sounds of the man beating the hell out
of the other two. Then he went in the alcove near Jeyne's room and stayed
there. He kept one eye half open, listening for anyone who dared to go near
Jeyne's door. When the sun came up, Damon went back into his room and waited
for Sansa.
He was dozing in his bed when the commotion started. Screaming, stampede sounds
of staff and students. Moaning, Damon got up and slowly staggered towards the
door, already knowing whatever it was, it was probably Jeyne.
***** Rabid Wolf In A Howling Hungry Pack *****
Chapter Summary
     Petyr and Jaqen sat waiting. "Do you remember when the last time we
     couldn't command her? How bad it was? The damage Jeyne caused, how we
     almost had to take her down with a bullet? Do you remember how they
     all supported her, protected her from us?" Jaqen did not answer for a
     long time then said, "Damon stopped her. We don't have her leash
     anymore, but he still does. He is loyal, the only thing that would
     make him betray us, is our thinking of killing or hurting Jeyne.
     Which we will not do, Petyr. You selfish bastard, don't think I don't
     know your thoughts. I don't care if she listens to us or not, you
     will not ever again hurt my daughter or I'll take you out myself."
     Another moment of silence and Petyr smoothly hissed, "Do you remember
     the last time we ever said we loved each other? Do you remember when
     we started to go bitter?" Jaqen looked out the window at the full
     moon and replied, "I gave up trying to love you the day you had
     Tormund pull a gun on my daughter."
Sansa had entered the small clinic and was sweetly asking Qyburn for cramp
medication. The old lech loved a chance to paw at the young female students and
was only too happy to help her. He made her lay on the examination table with
her legs in stirrups. He was happily rooting around with his hands that had no
gloves, inside the girl, making her wince. His erection was bulging eagerly as
Qyburn began to pinch her cervix to make Sansa cry out in pain.
Jeyne came up behind him like a vengeful ghost and she yanked him backwards. By
the wire she had around his neck then dragged him across the floor till he
turned blue. The wire had cut deeply and when Jeyne pulled it off him gore
covered it. The man made retching sounds, his vocal chords severed. Jeyne stood
over him with his bone saw and Sansa stood watch while the girl began to
dismember the good doctor.
Jeyne had brought Qyburn's head with her when she went looking for Styr. Her
face still had no emotion, she has not spoken once and Sansa was not concerned.
Well, she was but not too much. She was able to set Jeyne off, so surely she
can shut this down once justice was done. Once the staff saw that they will
stand together against them if need be. Jaqen will allow Damon to be with
Jeyne, once he sees how he is able to command her.
Sansa just knew this would work, it had to because she is risking all of their
lives on it. So she followed Jeyne, whispering about where they might find
Styr. He had been teaching a class of younger students the value of chores.
Four of them were sweating, kneeling and pulling weeds while Styr stood over
them with a strap. So silent, he never saw Jeyne until it was too late.
The kids all screamed and ran away when Jeyne attacked Styr, gibbering in rage.
Claws, hooked and terrible were pulling out the man's eyes while the sharp
teeth bit off his nose. Styr tried to pull Jeyne off him, spinning, roaring in
terrible agony. Sansa gave a harsh kick to his groin and it knocked him to his
knees, still swearing and hollering.
Blinded, holding his crotch, Styr tried to roll away, tried to reach for his
knife, but Jeyne was already back on him. Her scrambling hands got to his knife
first and Styr made a wailing sound when it sank into his gut. Jeyne knew
exactly how to gut a person, Styr himself had taught her. 
All the screaming students brought forth the staff and the pack. Sansa was
standing over Jeyne. The girl was dressed as a princess but she was covered
head to toe in gore. She was busily pulling ropes of glistening intestines out
of Styr. He was not dead yet, still wailing for his mother now, delirious in
the pain.
In front of this horrible sight was Qyburn's head staring sightless at them
all. Jeyne seemed unaware of the crowd, continuing her gory work. Sansa stared
chillingly at them all and then her voice rang out with passion.  "We are
formerly protesting the changes made to our relationships and our bodies. Will
our alpha and pack stand with us?" 
Ramsay smirked and the second he moved forward, so did Theon and Skinner. They
tried to stand in front of Jeyne. Petyr lifted his chin and called out, "Jeyne,
get away from Styr and put down the blade." No amount of words worked and Jaqen
finally used word triggers. For the first time, there was no response beyond a
small whimpering sound from Jeyne.
Petyr nodded at Tormund, who pulled out his gun and tried to aim for Jeyne
through the pack. Jaqen smoothly said, "If you shoot her, you should kill
yourself directly afterwards. Otherwise, I am going to make your death as slow
as I can." Tormund winced and muttered, "I will only wound her, so they know we
mean business."
Damon stared at the scene in front of him and filled with terror for Jeyne. The
gore covered crazy girl of his doesn't even notice she is about to be shot. He
doesn't give a fuck what Jaqen says or does, he doesn't give a flying fuck
about consequences. No one is going to hurt or kill Jeyne. No one is going to
put a bullet in her except for him someday if she pushes him far enough.
Tormund clicked the safety off the gun and Sansa froze. No, this wasn't right,
it wasn't supposed to go this way. She had thought this one out, dammit. Jeyne
cannot get killed by the staff! She whispered to Jeyne, but this time it didn't
work. She could not bring the girl back out. Jeyne was without a leash, without
a handler and Sansa thought, what have I done? Then Sansa heard Damon's roar
and she almost sobbed with relief. It had gone right, at least this part had.
Just a little late, she hopes. It has to work.
"JEYNE! WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION FOR THAT KNIFE? YOU ANSWER ME NOW!"
Twitching, then with a shudder, Jeyne leans back from Styr. The man is almost
dead now and Jeyne stares at him, head tilted towards the sound of Damon's
voice. "D..Daa...Damon? It is my...it's mine." A deadly menacing Damon began to
push past them all, even past Jaqen. He might hate this boy, but Damon's
methods were better than a bullet. Jaqen held his hand for Tormund to lower the
gun. They all watched as the large boy stomped over to stand over Jeyne.
"Who told you that you had permission for the knife? I don't care if it is
yours, did someone tell you to use it?" Jeyne shook her head slowly and Damon
thundered, "THEN PUT IT DOWN!" She dropped the knife and stood up, no longer
interested in Styr. Jeyne spoke with clenched fists and her eyes still far
away. "They hurt us. Took our baby. We can't ever have babies, Damon. I needed
to hurt them."
Her voice was defensive and hurt. As she spoke, her eyes slowly came focused on
Damon. Nodding, Damon said, "I know what they did. They deserved it. It's over
now." Jeyne shook her head and said, "No, I don't have you anymore. I don't
have anything, they took it all."
Damon beckoned Jeyne to him and said, "You have me and the pack." Shaking her
head, Jeyne tried to retreat, her eyes fading. "No, I don't get to love you
anymore. I am not doing it anymore, it hurts too much to pretend not to love
you." Growling now, Damon ground out, "You have me and nothing will change
that. If you go away, I will tear your fucking castle apart to find you and
pull you out. Hear me?  It doesn't matter what they say or do, we are together.
You have me and I KNOW I have you, so COME HERE!"
With a tiny sob, Jeyne lurched at Damon. Laying her forehead on his massive
chest, Jeyne spoke again. "Father?" Jaqen stared defeated at his insane, crazy
daughter and asked, "Yes, Jeyne?" "Damon is mine." The pack closed around the
two freakish killers embracing. Ramsay and Sansa stood shoulder to shoulder.
"They have the full support of the wolf pack." Said Ramsay, his icy eyes
challenging them all.
Jaqen gave a sigh and nodded. "So be it. Jeyne and Damon may have their
relationship. I expect the pack to work better and smoother than ever. Because
if it doesn't it will be my punishments you face this time. Jeyne must be
punished for killing staff members and reprogrammed, you know that." The pack
had to concede after making such a victory and they moved out of the way of the
staff.
Damon wouldn't let go of his girl, however. He stared at Jaqen and said firmly,
"I will escort her myself, it would be safest, don't you think?" Narrowing his
eyes at Damon, Jaqen quietly warned, "Be very careful, boy. Do not push it."
Yet he allowed Damon to take Jeyne to the basement and stay for the entire
time. It was clear who controlled Jeyne. Even with some reprogramming, Jaqen
suspected that his whispers were no match for Damon's roar. He hated knowing
that.
Petyr had walked over to Sansa who stared at him defiantly from between her
pack. "You are going to regret this. We are going to speak of this very soon,
my dear." She raised her chin but her eyes flashed with fear as Petyr walked
away. Ramsay patted her shoulder and Reek nuzzled her shoulder while Skinner
scoffed but Sansa was still scared. Always, consequences suck.
***** Coming Undone *****
Chapter Summary
     The boy was deeply sedated and limp in the trunk, unaware of the mess
     they had left of his mother. Damon drove fast but his eye was on
     Jeyne, sitting so quietly. "Oh no, you don't get to shut up now. Talk
     and do it fast, before we get to the Tyrells. What are you planning?
     Jeyne, dammit! You can't challenge Petyr and you can't keep a promise
     to a dead girl! You can't fix a dead baby or change what happened to
     anyone! Speak, now!"
     Damon's voice sounded too far to be of any interest to Jeyne anymore
     and she was watching her reflection in the dark window. Groaning,
     Damon slammed the brakes, squealing to a halt on the dirt road. "Talk
     or we don't go anywhere. We will stay here and by the time I finish
     with you, you'll beg to tell me." Jeyne had difficulty turning to
     face him and her voice was faint. "Sansa tried so hard to be good but
     she just never could. No one ever gave her the chance. Her kids need
     that chance, they deserve it. I couldn't save our baby. But I could
     get revenge, but I didn't get revenge on Petyr. You and Jaqen
     wouldn't let me. I was still thinking Sansa and I had time to get
     revenge on him. Now its just me and it's time to protect the babies
     and keep my promise."
Sansa slowly walked over to Petyr, a small smirk playing on her lips. He had
been sitting at his desk in his office off of the classroom. The rooms were
dark and empty at this hour, except for the girl walking through them. Her chin
was up and her eyes were determined steel. The fear was nearly shining off her
and yet, she came forward.
Petyr was as admiring of her as he was enraged with her. How dare she turn on
him like that? How dare she cause such trouble, to set Jeyne as her instrument
of death. More importantly, how did she learn to do that? Had she been paying
attention in more ways than he though all this time? Did Jaqen teach her as a
way to punish Petyr with?
"Does it please you to see how well your pupil is doing, teacher? My most
beloved and dedicated mentor, isn't it the goal to surpass you?" Petyr gave her
a very composed look and smoothly responded, "It is indeed. And I look forward
to that day which is so very far off into the future. Now explain to me how you
got Jeyne to do your work for you. Surely, before I punish you, you want to
gloat about how easily it was to control her. So tell me what did you do,
Sansa?"
Petyr sat on the edge of his desk, hands clasped in his lap, waiting.
Shrugging, Sansa stared back then softly spoke. "I whispered, just like you do.
Except I did better than you did. I controlled her, then I taught her how to
whisper a little something too."
She would say no more, regardless of any threats. So Petyr sat her in a chair
and whispered into her ear. Sansa went crashing down through the floor and was
falling into a nightmare punishment, screaming soundlessly. Of course her
father was first, she expected that, rejected feeling it. Petyr pushed, he
whispered but Sansa did not feel.
"I deny you. I hate you. I hope it fucking hurt. I hope it scared the fuck out
of you to see your death coming. I hope you are in hell, burning and screaming.
I reject you and I don't feel guilty. I did nothing wrong. You did. I hope it
fucking hurt." Ned was gone, his thick meaty skin against Sansa's cringing
flesh was just gone.
I did it, I actually did it! Sansa was quietly thrilled, she could do this. He
wants to be in my head, fine, I'll play the games. And I am going to crush his
whispers, make them nothing. I won't be his puppet anymore. "You gave me the
ability to not feel things, Peytr. Remember?" Sansa had to really concentrate
to say that with a sneer.
Petyr was enraged and the whispers became the hissing of an angry snake about
to strike. "Oh so very clever, my dearest, sweetest girl." A long figure
appeared in the distance, coming closer and Petyr was smirking at her. "Alright
then, if this is what it takes to stop your rebellion, lets play in your head
like kids at a park. Do you chose this instead of enduring your punishment?"
Sneering back, the very image of her most hated and loved mentor. Petyr shook
his head, staring at the image she has of herself. "Why? When you are such a
lovely girl?" Sansa lifted her chin higher and grimly responded, "This is what
you have turned me into. This is what is left of that lovely girl."
Her skin was grey as stone, her dress like some fantasy princess, a royal
statue. Only the hair stayed red, but not shiny ginger, no. This was blood red,
dark ropes around her head, high up, like her chin. So Petyr adapted to it and
was now wearing a fantasy wizard. He wondered why the hell do all the students
seem to see him this way? Petyr was never sure if it was an insult or
compliment. 
  Sansa watched as the landscape around her changed and she gave a soft laugh.
"Oh thank you for indulging me, Petyr." He tilted his head and smirked, his
eyes full of something dark and waiting. "You are very welcome, my dear. I
would do anything for you, Sansa. And I have, haven't I? Why did you feel it
was time to challenge me, sweetheart? Did you really think you were strong
enough to beat me? Is this perhaps a revenge move from Ramsay?"
Sansa had been watching Petyr turn into a terrifying dragon as his voice
whispered these things around her. Then she heard the last question and wasn't
scared anymore. She began to giggle and the dragon leaned over her menacingly.
"What is so funny, lovely little girl?" Smoke came out in tendrils from the
hideous snout and Sansa was nearly pissing herself. She was caught between
terror at this thing in front of her that suddenly filled her body. She was
also filled with hysteria. "You!..You..tho....Ramsay?" This sent Sansa into
gales of laughter that Petyr smoldered through.
"I..I..am not Reek! Ramsay doesn't even know that I can control Jeyne! Because
I control him too." Sansa's eyes twinkled as the dragon roared fire at her
body. There was pain, it was terrible, consuming her slowly. Melting, dying,
almost gone, then the pain will end. Because this isn't real. IT IS NOT REAL!
The words finally started to make sense and Sansa crashed into a cold icy lake.
Petyr was relentless. Sansa was determined. He changed the world, he ripped
apart landscapes as Sansa created them. Fuck the magician, Petyr has become a
war lord, larger than life and determined to bring this impertinent little
bitch down. How dare she? And yet he had to admit she was really good. Someday
when he was ready, she will be his assistant. He will mentor her until she is
perfect and mind control will be passed onto her.
But not while she was so hateful and mean, so ungrateful and rejecting HIM of
all people. So he flooded the rivers and sent storms to boats that she hid
upon. His large metal fists crushed stone wall built high. Sansa suffered
avalanches, huge dust storms in sudden desserts and evaded while trying to see
a point of attack.
Then he had her, she was finally cornered, they were both so damned tired.
Petyr was almost ready to concede as horrible as it would be. So Petyr didn't
bother to give his usual little speeches, plus he was furious, so enraged and
offended but impressed as hell. His head was muddled and he was simply ready to
be done.
"Get on your knees, apologize, kiss my boots. I will forgive you, punish you
and it will be over." He spoke in a tone that suggested he was offering a gift.
With a tiny trill of defiant laughter Sansa responded. "Oh yes, I should
apologize for attacking you in MY head? I should be grateful perhaps, that I am
ALLOWING you to punish me? I won't. I refuse. No."
Petyr growled and a nail scraped across her throat. "Really? Just like Jeyne,
or did you make Jeyne do that because you couldn't do it? You wanted to say and
do everything you made that girl do. So did you just fill her with your
feelings and now, finally, here they are? My little defiant sweet Sansa. I have
a little idea...let's try one more thing."
A whirl of color, of dizziness and everything had changed again. "Am I in
Jeyne's world?" Sansa asked as she was looking about at the lovely almost
magical glowing ballroom. Petyr was in front of her, looking handsome and
clever in a velvet outfit like a fantasy lord. They were dancing, twirling to
music. Others danced but seemed to always turn their faces away before Sansa
sees them. They whirl and part then come together, sometimes they spin then
curtsy. She wondered how she knew how to do this dance.
 
***** Let Me Save You *****
Chapter Summary
     Jeyne knew Damon was not going to like this at all. She knew it
     scared the living hell out of him, this little thing her and Sansa
     learned to do. She promised long ago never to use it on him. He would
     fight her idea and put up a very bad resistance. He might even hurt
     her before she won. But she will win because otherwise she must go it
     alone. And Jeyne knows if she goes alone, she will never see Damon
     again.
 
Jeyne had Damon's attention and her words went fast but clearly, she had to get
him to understand.
"I know that you remember, Damon! When Sansa was challenging Petyr and I needed
to use what she taught me. It scares you, I know that and I never used it on
you. Only when you wanted me to make you insane and then I had to leave you
there. I promised not to follow you in and I didn't. But Sansa and I learned to
share it and then we took Ramsay and Reek there. You remember that night she
challenged Petyr and I put Ramsay and Reek in? Sansa almost had him then, we
almost killed him, but you stopped us, you and father. I need to finish what we
started, Damon. I need to avenge her, Damon and keep her babies safe. And I
need to avenge us, our baby. You understand, don't you?"
Damon stared at the deranged woman he loves and thought about putting her under
the wheels of the car. Then he went through about fourteen more scenarios
before he responded.
"No. I mean, yes, I remember. No, you aren't going into Petyr's fucking head to
try and do what three of them couldn't! Are you crazy, never mind I know the
answer to that already. Forget it. You want to keep Sansa's babies safe, fine,
protect them all you'd like. But you will not challenge Petyr, do you hear me?
That is a fucking order, not a request, Jeyne."
Ignoring the menacing growl, Jeyne grabbed his fist and pulled harshly. "It's
not one I am going to obey! You know what Petyr is going to do to those girls,
don't you? He will become just like what Ned was to Sansa, to me! You want them
to go through that? And the boy, what will Petyr teach him to be like?"
"If you challenge Petyr and lose, what happens then?  He will either kill you
or drive you hopelessly insane! Where does that leave me, Jeyne? I won't lose
you over a promise to a dead girl." Damon shook the girl as if to knock the
stupid stubborn idea out of her head. "Damon, stop it! We don't have much time
left! After we get the girls I need to do this. You can't stop me, I will just
do it the first chance I get. You need to understand it has to happen."
He stopped shaking her and grabbed her face between his large hands. "Listen,
just shut up, shut the fuck up and listen, Jeyne. Okay? Okay. We'll just take
the girls and the boy. We can run with them, send Jaqen a message later. We can
find another way to keep the kids from Petyr." "That won't work, Damon. We
would spend forever running, always trying to stay one step ahead. He would
hunt us like the fucking jackal that Petyr is."
With a snarl, Damon let go of Jeyne and got out of the car, walking away fast.
Jeyne scrabbled at the handle on her door, then nearly fell out. "Leave me the
fuck alone for a minute, get in the car!" Damon ordered but as usual, she
ignored him and followed. "Please, come back, we don't have time, I need to
tell you what we are going to do."
Spinning around, Damon growled, "We? No, this is all you, dear. I am not dumb
enough to take on Peytr." "I have no choice, can't you see that? I have to do
it this way and you have to help me! I know it scares you, but you need to
trust me! I need you to let me in so I can show you how it works! Please, stop
shaking your head and listen! If you love me, trust me and help me, Damon!"
That is when Damon exploded and shoved Jeyne hard to the ground, shaking in
fear and anger. "You manipulative cunt! Don't even try to pull that shit on me!
I have trusted you with my life, you know that! I am NOT trusting you with my
sanity! Now get the fuck in the car before I beat the shit out of you! We are
going to get those girls now. Don't say another word to me until we get there
or I'll put my fist in your mouth."
Jeyne stared up at Damon and seeing his thunderous expression, didn't quite
dare to defy him yet. Silently, emotionless Jeyne got into the car and waited
for him to drive. As soon as Damon's hands stopped shaking he started the car
and headed for the Tyrell's again. Jeyne started to cry because she was running
out of time. If Damon doesn't agree soon, she must do it alone.
"I love you. I want you to know that." Jeyne said very softly and Damon
growled, "I know that, shut the fuck up. When we get home tonight, I am going
to hurt you for speaking after I told you not to. Want to add to it? Then by
all means, keep talking. You won't have to worry about Petyr, love. You will be
far too sore to worry about promises or anything else." Jeyne cringed slightly
at the threat but she couldn't shut up.
"I have to do this, Damon. With or without you, I am going to do this. I have
to try and protect those kids. I want you with me, my partner but if you are
too scared then I will go it alone. I might die or go worse crazy, but at least
I will have tried. At least I won't have to listen to little girls screaming
and crying at night, pretending I don't hear it. I would rather be dead or
drooling mad than do that, Damon." "FUCKING SHUT UP NOW!" He roared as he
almost hit a tree, trying to stop the car yet again. 
"Go ahead, beat me up, Damon. It won't stop me and you know it." It was more
than Damon could take and he swung at her. Only afterwards, did it occur to
Damon that her eyes had been sparkling in that odd way again. Dammit, it was
too late, Jeyne had twisted his arm up, immobilizing him.
Leaning close, Jeyne whispered, "I am doing this. Help me or not, its up to
you. I told you once before, I chose you to be my Master. To top me, to fuck
me, whip me and love me. Don't ever think I don't allow what we have. If I plan
on attacking Petyr, then I plan on doing just that. With or without you. I love
you so much, my knight, my master, my Damon. I wish you would support me and
help me, but if not, then I think I am going to make this a little easier for
you. You get the girls, I will head back to the house and do what I need to.
You are not a traitor then, you have no worry. If I don't make it back, try and
protect the girls the best you can. At least don't lie to them or hurt them any
worse than what they will already endure."
Damon spoke very carefully then. "Jeyne, whatever you are thinking, don't do
it. Let's talk about this more then we will get the girls together. I will calm
down and listen, okay? Jeyne?" With a sob, Jeyne released Damon and flew out of
the car. He ripped his door open and gave chase. She darted into a line of
trees and Damon swore. "We don't have time to argue, but you have time for hide
and seek, Jeyne?" He yelled as he started to try and track her. "This is
fucking stupid, Jeyne, come on!"
From way up in a tree, came Jeyne's voice. "Why are you so scared? Why don't
you trust me, Damon?" "Because you are driving me crazy enough out here, Jeyne!
Now you want me to let you inside my head? I will be sharing a room with you in
the mental hospital long before Petyr could put a bullet in our brains!" "You
lied to me, Damon. You do not trust me. Loving someone means trusting them."
Damon screamed in frustration and punched a tree.
"You know I trust you, Jeyne! I have had Petyr, Roose and Jaqen all play in my
head like a fucking jungle gym! I have been stuck in there myself! Its me
killing you, Jeyne, it is hell in there! If you came into my head, I would kill
you, understand that? I wouldn't be able to control myself!" Jeyne's voice was
soft as it floated down from a new location. "Yes, but I would be able to help
you control it. I can save you this time, if you'll let me. Then we can go
after Petyr together and win. Please, trust me, Damon."
***** Before It All Falls Down *****
Chapter Summary
     Damon chases Jeyne through the trees, she is a shadow and she is
     relentless. Her voice was always closer than she was and it was
     forcing him to remember things he wanted to forget. He wants to find
     Jeyne and shut her up. Then get the damned girls and figure out his
     next step. But he can't catch Jeyne and she won't shut up. The
     memories flood forth and Damon is getting more frantic. Find Jeyne.
     Shut her up. Get the girls. Find Jeyne, shut her up. Find Jeyne, shut
     her fucking mouth and find Jeyne, shut her up. Find fucking Jeyne and
     shut her the fuck up by any means needed.
Sansa twirled with her angry king, the angry goblin king that Jeyne had turned
him into. Why am I in Jeyne's castle, why this music, this dance? Petyr has
already caught on and smirked then twirled her faster. "Want to call me Jared,
just for old times sake? This might be Jeyne's castle, but its you that always
made me the goblin king. You loved that foolish movie, both of you would watch
it during those sleepovers. I would be working on your parents and could see
the two little girls, clutching each other singing, wide eyed. I was always
your goblin king, sweet girl. So let us dance and do here what we cannot do in
real life."
His voice was so smooth and Sansa melted. Why not? Why not have this one moment
and she could hear As The World Falls Down played from everywhere, nowhere,
echoing softly. She saw how lovely she was, how handsome cruel king
seemed....her words didn't work. No..heat filled her, head was full and Petyr
was kissing her, touching her. It has never felt so good to be touched, lovely
girl, he whispers and she is falling down. Jeyne, Sansa thinks muddily, Jeyne,
help me.
"What the fuck, bitch?" Jeyne ignored Skinner whom she just dumped a drink on.
She hadn't meant to, she was walking him past him with it when Sansa decided to
call in her head. Jeyne still hasn't gotten used to it and Sansa hadn't either.
Both are still learning, only visiting each others head when they were alone.
It was easier to lock the door of their room and share the fantasies in their
heads. Together they have slain Ned a thousand times, a thousand ways in both
heads. They have danced in Jeyne's castle and walked through Sansa's large
stone gardens.
Speaking to each other in their mind's without benefit of the fantasy world
still startles and hurts. "Ah, that hurts!" Jeyne yells as she grabs her head
and Damon frowns up at Skinner from where he was waiting for his drink. "Did
you fucking hurt her for spilling that?" Skinner threw his hands up and said,
"NO! I should though, look at my jeans! New, Damon, they were fucking new!"
"Not new, stolen." Reek whispered into Ramsay's ear and they laughed. All were
in the clearing on a minor high, waiting while Sansa was being disciplined by
Petyr inside the school.
"Jeyne, get me a new drink. Hurry up, I have wicked dry mouth!" Damon ordered,
no longer caring about the incident. But Jeyne wasn't moving, except to crush
the beer bottle in her fist till it was twisted metal with small drops of her
blood on it. Her head suddenly snapped back and she inhaled deeply. She was
looking into a large ornate mirror between her world and Sansa's they had
created. There was the Goblin King and Sansa dancing, about to fall, cracks
already following them on the fragile floor.
Jeyne ran into the mirror and fell back. Petyr was looking right at her now,
intrigued and worried all at once. "Oh, my clever naughty girls. What have you
been up to, my dears? That is for later on, we shall worry about it later. Go
away, Jeyne or I'll throw you in the Bog of Eternal Stench." He could too,
Jeyne and Sansa put so much power into this place and Petyr can use it against
them. "Yes, Your Highness." She curtsied low and Petyr allowed her to flee.
When she came back to herself, Damon was holding her up and calling her name,
looking worried.
Shoving away from him, Jeyne called to Ramsay. "Sansa! She wasn't taking her
punishment, she challenged Petyr. She is losing to him, losing her mind,
everything and I can't help her! I went in but Petyr stole my world and hers,
using it against us! You and Reek, you have to go, I can send you both there!
Or you'll lose her forever. No trio, no revenge you want." Damon and Skinner
shuddered, they have seen them all practice this terrifying practice of
visiting each others minds. It was magic, it was fiction and at first, they
were sure it was all a joke. But it wasn't, not after they have seen Ramsay and
Reek do it. "Leave me out of it, I won't do it." Damon said and Skinner backed
away with him.
"Jeyne, you can send them, but don't you go in there!" Damon warned and Jeyne
nodded. Ramsay and Reek were pale, but resolute. They had promised each other
if their heads were broken into, they would help. That if one of them
challenged Petyr or Roose, the others would come help. Jeyne stood in front of
Reek and Ramsay, whispering.
Within seconds, both boys seemed catatonic and Jeyne told Skinner to keep a
look out. "No one can find them like this. We can't do anything but wait now."
So Damon yanked Jeyne back from the boys and held her tightly. As if he didn't,
Jeyne would disappear into her head too. "No more leaving like that, Jeyne. I
hate it. I would have killed you if you challenged Petyr. I will never allow
it, so don't try it."
"There is something else I need to do. I promise it's not challenging Petyr."
Jeyne muttered as she tried to twist out of Damon's grip. "What?" "I just need
to kill Petyr's unaware body while they all distract him. He is caught in
Sansa's head now and won't even hear me coming. Just let go of me, would you?"
Damon began to shake her, trying hard not to rip her foolish, dangerous head
off. "YOU WILL NOT! WHAT THE FUCK MAKES YOU THINK YOU'D GET AWAY WITH THAT?"
Trying to speak through being rattled, Jeyne got out, "S..Sansa said..th..that-
"
Damon stopped shaking Jeyne and instead he sat on a rock, putting the thrashing
girl over his knee. As he started to spank her with his large and heavy hand,
Damon growled, "I don't give a fuck what Sansa said. It's not her that has to
do the killing, is it? You are never, ever to even THINK of challenging or
killing any staff member again! You were LUCKY to still be alive after what you
did!" Within minutes Jeyne was begging Damon to stop and swearing to never hurt
a staff member again.
***** Saving the Knight *****
Chapter Summary
     Jeyne sat next to Damon's still body. His eyes were wide and he was
     growling, "FIND HER SHUT HER UP FIND HER SHUT UP YOU FUCKING BITCH
     AND STOP RUNNING! SHUT UP SHUT UP I WILL KILL YOU , HEAR ME KILL
     YOU!" She moved just in time as he lunged towards her then he hit the
     ground. Not moving, just growling and drooling. "I am so sorry, I am
     defying you, I know. Defying you and Jaqen, I have to, my love. Don't
     worry, I am coming to help you, to show you. Then you can help me and
     afterwards, you can spank or whip me till I beg if you want. Here I
     come, to save you."
Damon was smashing trees like King Kong, he was all rage, all burning fuel and
a true monster. He crashed through the woods, trying to reach Jeyne. If she
would just SHUT UP he could think, could speak with her. But that taunting
voice wouldn't stop, she was flitting through the trees, not staying still for
Damon to reach her, to silence her. If she would just SHUT THE FUCK UP! On a
very tiny level, he knows that he loves her, that he never wants to kill her.
But the anger was overwhelming, her voice, her taunting him, it was too much.
"What is wrong, Damon? Can't even keep up with a little girl? What ever made
you think that I would love something like you? You are just Ramsay's fucking
lap dog, aren't you? His own personal giant lackey.  And you are Roose and
Petyr's puppet, right? Why would I want you for a master? You are OWNED by
Jaqen and Petyr and Roose and Ramsay...so many owners, how do you keep them
straight?" Then the bitch LAUGHS, how dare she? "SHUT THE FUCK UP, JEYNE! COME
HERE NOW! I'LL WHIP THAT ATTITUDE RIGHT OUT OF YOU! DON'T YOU DARE RUN FROM ME,
DON'T YOU DARE KEEP SPEAKING! SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU CUNT BEFORE I RIP YOU THE
FUCK APART!"
Then she was there, standing right there and Damon itched to get his hands on
her. He was rushing forward then he hit something, nothing but she rippled a
bit. Falling back, Damon growled and tried to grab her again. His fists slammed
against nothing but Jeyne still stood there. Her eyes peeking from that long
dark hair, her pale features not mocking now, just sad. "Damon. Listen to me.
Ramsay is dead. He has been dead for weeks. Why would I taunt you about him
now? Roose is in jail. This is not real, this is the programming in your head.
I said the word, I triggered you, so I could show you. Can you listen, hear me
yet? Damon?"
He lunged at the nothing clawing for her, screaming for her to shut up. Shaking
her head, Jeyne tried again. "Damon, you have to really pay attention now. Look
around you, where are you? Tell me where you are. Master, please answer me,
where are you?" That seemed to get through a bit and Damon started to look
frantically around him. "The woods. At school." "Damon, now think. We live with
Jaqen in a big city, don't we? Why would you be in the school woods. The school
is closed down." Damon furrowed his brow then said with some difficulty, "You
ran into the woods. I chased you."
Jeyne touched against the nothing and nodded. "Yes, a woods near where the
Tyrell's live. Nowhere near the school, is it? I triggered you, you are in your
own head and I am here too. Do you understand yet?" Damon opened and closed his
mouth a few times then glared at Jeyne. "Did I tell you to do that to me?"
Shaking her head, Jeyne tried to lower her head as if in submission. "No. I'm
sorry, but I really needed you to see it. I need you to help me keep this
promise."
Growling, with fists clenched, Damon narrowed his eyes at Jeyne. "When this is
all over, you are going to regret doing this for a very long time. I like crazy
Jeyne better than manipulative Jeyne. You aren't allowed to change into Sansa,
do you hear me? I don't care what you look like on the outside, but I care
about how you act. I don't like it and I plan on fixing it. Do you understand
me, pet?" Jeyne knew that his anger was still going to be extra high and didn't
want to lose him to the rage. Also, secretly, even though she fears the
punishment, she is glad he wants her the way she was. It is what she wants too
and Damon can help her get rid of the reflection girl.
She knelt down and kept her head low. "Yes Master. I am sorry." Damon managed
to collect his temper and nodded sharply. "Okay, it is not real. So I won't
really kill you, in fact I can control my temper this time. Okay. Now what
happens?" Only putting her head back up, Jeyne softly says, "It is your world,
not just theirs. You control it. Think of that tree next to you, make it a
Willow tree instead of a Pine." Damon stared at the tree, he touched his head
to it and thought hard. Jeyne gave a small laugh and his anger surged forth. "I
AM TRYING, SHUT THE FUCK UP! DON'T YOU LAUGH AT ME, JEYNE!" Jeyne put her head
down again but said, "Damon, look what you did!"
Damon stared at the palm tree he apparently created. "Oh."
***** Roose Bolton's Three Days of Questioning (Day Three) *****
Chapter Summary
     "ROOSEY GOOSEY LOOSEY! YOU FEELING PRETTY LOOSE TODAY? YOU SHOULD BE
     AFTER LAST NIGHT. I HEARD THAT SOMEONE LEFT A FEW CELL DOORS OPEN
     AGAIN. HOW THE FUCK THEY MIXED THAT UP I DON'T KNOW. ANYWAY, IF YOU
     FEEL TOO VIOLATED AND SMALL TODAY, I CAN TELL THEM YOU DON'T FEEL UP
     TO IT. OF COURSE YOU ARE GETTING UP, OF COURSE, MY FINE FUCKED UP
     LITTLE QUACKY QUACK! LET'S GO THEN, MAKE YOU LOOK AS PRETTY AS WE
     CAN. I THINK MOST OF THIS CAN BE HIDDEN. WE CAN SHOVE A TAMPON OR TWO
     UP YOUR ASS TO STAUNCH THAT BLEEDING TOO!"
No one seemed very surprised in court to see Roose Bolton bruised and with
stitches. Most had trouble not showing their glee over it. Roose did not care
what these monkeys thought of him but he did want them to understand. They
needed to see how far he had gotten, what he had managed to accomplish. They
can despise him, but they should respect the enormity of his talents as well.
Fine, he will rot in prison or follow his creations to the grave. He can accept
that but to never have anyone see what he worked so hard to do all these years?
To not have college professors teaching his books with a mix of dread and
reverence, that was asking too much.
"You all keep concentrating on the wrong things. Let me explain about how far
this went. We did use torture both physical and mental, we brainwashed them. We
did more than we intended though. We taught them a skill, one that just didn't
seem possible. But I discounted how clever certain children were. Sansa and
Jeyne were the only two that Petyr and Jaqen took personal interest in.
Therefore, their minds were scrambled like eggs. They were legally insane. They
should never be walking about you normal humans, they were sociopaths by the
time we finished with them. But they were very clever girls too. They figured
out how we controlled them and turned it against us. They learned how to
somehow share each landscape and nightmare implanted into their minds. These
worlds became theirs not our and it was harder and harder to enter their minds
anymore. Damon loved Jeyne, he kept her from using her talent to defy us, he
was a loyal boy. But Sansa taught it to my son and his pet. Suddenly the three
who couldn't be in the same room without bloodshed became closer then ever."
Roose paused to sip at his water and wait until he was sure every eye was on
him. He ignored the small tentacle that waved at him from behind Davos.
"We would find Sansa, Ramsay and Theon just laying or sitting somewhere in a
jumble of limbs. Eyes blank, mouths slack and yet in their minds, well, I can
just imagine the activities. Sansa taught them how to manipulate their own
minds and connect into each others. I do not know how they managed it and I
desperately wanted to study it then. But Petyr had insisted that however they
managed it, they were a trio now. And we had work for them to do. So I never
got my chance to discover their secret. All the children that had that talent
are dead now. A true pity. Had I not been imprisoned,  I was going to try to
find that right balance again. Study the teenagers, children, until I find the
right mix to try it. I want to know how they did it. That is something I deeply
regret not ever knowing the answer to."
Now Roose saw that Dany's dress seemed to be melting away but she never
noticed. Roose was determined to continue. "But I digress. So with their
problems sorted, the children began to work again. It was amazing to see.
Ramsay, Sansa and Theon worked together in a stunning savage manner that
excited and chilled me. Add on Damon and Jeyne with Skinner as support and they
were small demi gods."
"I knew that my son had mixed feelings concerning me. I knew Sansa hated me
with a passion as did Jeyne. Damon kept Jeyne from betraying us, perhaps from
even outright killing us. But Sansa, Ramsay and Theon had plans. I wasn't
stupid, I saw it coming but I expected the rebellion. I expected the
challenging and I dealt with it. I expected revenge but I never knew how far
that ginger haired cunt would go. She stole my son from me! She stole my
research and Petyr defended her every action, even hid it when he could. All
the way until the police took him away in cuffs. And here we are, all of them
dead all that work for nothing? To know there is something out there they can
do and I can never achieve it myself? Yet you all say I am the cruel one? HA!"
Roose suddenly felt his mouth dry out terribly. Why did he just yell "ha" at
them all? He felt his heart racing and his eyes felt like they were bulging. An
unwilling grimace that was masquerading as a gruesome smile covered his face.
All train of thought was racing like small rabbits and he watched them race
each other. Voices called him away from the rabbits and he looked out at the
lawyers, the crowd. They all seemed to flinch at that terrible smile on his
face.
"I AM IMPORTANT! MY WORK IS IMPORTANT! THIS IS PETYR'S FAULT! IT IS JAQEN'S
FAULT! WHY ARE THEY NOT UP HERE WITH ME? THE MAN WITH NO FACE AND HIS FUCKING
LOVERBOY! GUESS WHAT, JAQEN? FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, I STILL WIN! JEYNE IS DEAD!
PETYR, SANSA IS DEAD! WHAT DID YOU WIN? REALLY, WHAT DID YOU FUCKING WIN?
ASSHOLES! AND SANSA STOLE IT ALL FROM US, JEYNE WAS NEVER STABLE ENOUGH FOR
WHAT YOU WANTED AND DON'T TOUCH TOUCH ME DO NOT TOUCH ME DO NOT I AM SPEAKING
DON'T YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE DONE? HOW DARE YOU, DON'T DON'T DON'T-"
Later that evening as Roose lay in his restraints in the cell, Karl entered. He
looked down at the pale, confused man and smiled. "Poor Roosey Goosey. So sorry
Dr. Quack Quack, I heard that your trail didn't go very well for you today. You
were only given three days to speak and you blew it, dude. So sorry, no extra
chances. That sucks for you, Roosey, it means this trail is going to be over
soon and you'll head to visit your little fucked up cult family in hell. But
before you get there, you'll have me. And I have you and that, that my love,
well, it just warms me to the cockles of my heart. Know why, sweet Dr. Quack
Quack? Because I am on a very special project of my own. Kind of like you used
to do, right? So you are sort of my lab rat, sweet Goosey. Today I accidentally
on purpose gave you the wrong medication before sending you off to your little
show. Whoops. Sorry it freaked you out, man. I mean I totally harsh-ed your
mellow there, didn't I?" Karl looked utterly delighted when Roose managed to
croak out, "Why?"
With a tiny leap into the air, Karl spread out his arms and then said, "That is
just it! To think of it, a fucking gutter rat from the streets just got one
over on the rich, crazy fucked up Doctor Madman! Oh, how good is that! Not many
folks could get one over on you, could they? Well, Ginger Thundercunt, Icy Eyed
FlayFucker and Rabid Fucktoy got one over on you. But not just them, me..can
you believe it? I can't wait to spread this new one around..."
Karl chuckled then he pulled a chair over and sat down to stare at Roose with
eyes that were full of humor and hatred all at once. "I had a foster brother
when I was little. We knocked everyone down, I was the only one he would
follow, listen to. We worked together, stole and killed together to survive.
One time when we were young teens, we robbed a store and he got caught for it.
He never told anyone anything and he was placed in a juvie center. But they had
trouble with him, they brought a doctor to see him. For anger management. So he
went to see this doctor that was great with violent children. His bad behavior
stopped and he came back to the foster home. When I saw my friend he was
different. Like no one was home inside of him. He was all hollowed out. Over
time I saw him become a lunatic that couldn't stop himself anymore. He went to
you, Roose and he died because of you. His death was ruled as a suicide, but I
was the one to find his body, Roose. I read his note about him remembering what
you had done to him. So this is for Rast, my boy that you destroyed. You are a
madman, a raving lunatic and your books are discounted as either horror or dark
comedy depending on how you look at it. You are a fucking joke, Roosey Moosey
Goosey and many of us are dedicated to making sure of it. Even online I have
buddies that are turning you into a harmless, hopeless funny meme. Sweet doctor
Dolittle, you are truly finished. But I want to make damned sure of it. So this
is gonna hurt, but it really is something you deserve." 
Roose struggled in his restraints but they were tight and he felt so weak and
ill from the damned drug. Easily, Karl gagged Roose, shoving, ramming socks
halfway down the man's throat. He pinched the man's narrow nose shut for a
moment, long enough for him to go purple then released him. Roose flared his
nostrils like a wild bull trying to gain air.
Laughing, Karl said, "I could kill you so quickly like that. But no, I want you
to feel the needles, the victims families deserve to see your death. So I am
not going to kill you, no, just discredit you permanently. Now I am not very
good with this mumbo jumbo big word book stuff but we are going to make do. See
this picture I am taping to the wall next to you? Now you might have seen this
or something like it before. THANKS FOR NODDING, ROOSE, I NEED YOUR INPUT! This
is a lovely rendition of our brain, the same exact head map that was used for
those lobotomies. So Roose, I am going to give this a try and I am going to try
very hard to hit the right spots only. If you want to nod or shake at certain
parts of the brain, you do so. I will let your worldly advice help me out. Stop
trying to scream, idiot. Who can hear you and who would care if they did hear
you? No one really. You know that. Ah, so here we go, this is what I am using.
This will go against you in certain spots on your temple or head, then I will
use this for that TAP! Whipping your head around will just give you a sore
neck, Goosey. Let's restrain that noggin of yours, yep, yes I know how upset
you are, Roosey. Bear with me, I am going to make you proud of my skills! Now
where should I start?"
There was pain, there were strange smells and visions. Roose pissed himself all
the time and had to wear diapers. He drooled and spoke so slow that he forgot
what he was saying halfway through. Sometimes Roose started to eat his own
feces and he was declared legally criminally insane and put into the
institution that Damon had escaped from. Not that Roose remembered who Damon
was. Most days he wondered who he was and why he held a book in his hand while
sobbing like a baby. "I could have I would have been.." It was vague, they told
him over and over but it never seemed real. Unless he was holding a book and
crying, then sometimes he would remember bits and pieces. They were terrifying
and scared him into asking for a nightlight.
***** The Bolton Trio *****
Chapter Summary
     They were Gods here. They were all things, all power, they created
     and they killed.
     Here it was finally, a chance for true freedom, true expression and
     mostly for Sansa...it was a way to FEEL.
They ran, faster, faster, panting tongues lolling, snarling showing sharp white
teeth. Sleek, hot with blood full of energy, full of hunger and the sheer love
of the hunt. She ran from them on slim legs, her large eye reflecting her
terror. Too young, too small to be away from her mother and she had gotten
separated. They chased her down and ripped through her flesh. Hot blood, hot
meat and she screamed. They fed and when the graceful doe died, they fucked.
The large brown wolf took the red one down, he did it with savage teeth and
force. And she howled, yipped and would make a sound like dying when she
reached an orgasm. A thin small grey wolf was writhing on the grass next to
them. They would lay entwined and the grey wolf would groom them. But as soon
as the grey wolf felt they were clean enough from the kill, both would then
clean the wolf. Tongues lapped him and the large wolf would mount him. They
would sleep safe, curled together, grey, red and brown fur making a lovely sort
of patchwork.
In their learning of melding minds and imaginations, a discovery was made. And
this solidified the Bolton Trio. It also was the beginning of a death sentence.
Sansa learned that everything she sought to feel in reality, she could feel in
her head and apparently in the boys' heads. They did not question this, they
did not care how they could do this, how this was possible. All that mattered
was the pleasure and power that could be derived here. And the only question on
their minds was how to use this weapon in reality.
In reality, it was already very apparent to everyone that the three of them had
changed. They walked together, Ramsay usually holding Reek's neck or shoulder.
Sansa was on Ramsay's left, not touching but close enough to. They moved in
sync, their eyes were always hunting, searching, they had become their own
pack. And it did not include anyone else. Damon and Jeyne were partners,
Skinner was the lone hunter. It actually worked better for their work.
Suddenly, it seemed there was no job they couldn't do, they were causing great
damage through out the city and nearby township. Never caught, no failures, all
orders executed perfectly. And their handlers worried.
Petyr, Roose, even Jaqen had tried to go into their minds at different times.
Roose was completely blocked, Petyr and Jaqen could only get in if given
permission. Once inside, it was clear that the victim was now the controller of
the world, not the handler. Even Theon was startling in his defiance. Normally,
a very meek polite boy, now he was cold, arrogant usually dressed in armor with
a kraken on the breast plate. He would stand tall as if pretending to be a hero
of some sort. "I do not know how we do it. We just can. I do not like you
coming into my head anymore. You can give me any orders needed in reality. Get
out and do not come back. This is MY world now, not yours."
Roose could see the hatred shining in their eyes, Petyr saw defiance and Jaqen
decided to allow it to run its course. He never liked Sansa, hated her in fact.
Petyr was his until that red haired sweet broken thing came along. Why did I
ever allow myself to fall to her charms, a little schemer from the start. Varys
started to bitterly hate Sansa when Petyr began to go into her head and he
knew. He knew was Petyr was doing inside the girl's head. That time the little
girl stayed with them, while Cat dealt with an issue. Petyr had went to tuck
Sansa into the guest bed, instead he had gone into the girl's head. They were
laying there, Varys watched as Petyr's pelvis pumped into the air, the girl was
making tiny sounds of passion and twitching. Cheater. Molester. Was making her
enjoy it better or worse? Varys didn't know but he sure knew what to do about
it. Oh yes. 
That is when Varys decided to get into that little head and remove all emotion.
All feeling, sexual, love, it was all taken away so that it could never go to
Petyr. He still hoped to salvage his relationship with his man, but Jaqen knew
the truth. It was over and due to their revenge schemes, they couldn't leave
each other. That is when Varys went away for good and only Jaqen remained. That
way it would be easier for him to pretend any love for Petyr. So Jaqen lied to
Roose and Petyr, calmed their fears about the trio. He counseled to pateince,
to waiting. When the teams worked better than ever, he used it as confirmation
of the safety of it. He had hoped the three would tear Roose and Petyr apart.
To his utter delight they had done so much worse.
 
***** Three Against Three *****
Chapter Summary
     She was a fierce nightmare, she was energy, she was fury and death.
     She was a Goddess, a hunter, a wolf, she was the Grim Reaper, she was
     hell on wheels.
     Sansa was fire and she was leaving only bone and ash as her clues.
     She was stone that was cracked and pouring forth molten lava to
     consume all in her path.
The warehouse was littered with bodies and Skinner sighed along with Jeyne. "I
fucking hate being clean up crew." The tall man muttered and Jeyne nodded.
Sansa and the others were already at the house of the owners of the factory.
After they blazed through, killing and collecting cash and files that Petyr
wanted. Taking the materials needed to the upstairs office, Jeyne stared at the
screen of the computer as well as the open safe. Letting Skinner set up the
bomb, she began to tilt her head, reading the ledger on the screen.
Then she sat in the chair and went through other files. It was not unusual that
the computer was left on or left at all. Once they retrieved the files needed,
they would usually wipe the computer clean then let it get consumed by the
bomb. That was the only time they would leave a computer, is if a bomb were
being detonated. What the unusual thing was..Sansa left evidence for Jeyne and
Skinner to see that she has stolen from Roose and Petyr yet again. Sansa keeps
stealing a little more every project and never before has she made it this
apparent.
Jeyne felt Skinner leaning over her. "She is rubbing it in our faces now! Why
don't we tell on the little smug bitch? What do you think Roose and Petyr would
do to her for it?" Shrugging, Jeyne began to wipe the computer of everything.
"What do you think Sansa, Ramsay and Reek would do to us for telling? It's not
worth it. Eventually they will make a mistake big enough and the handlers will
see it on their own. Then we can safely enjoy their pain."  Skinner puffed air
angrily as he slammed around things, packing up anything they had brought it
with them. "Maybe we should steal too. If they are getting away with it, why
not? A little for our troubles. I mean this is what..the millionth time I have
been stuck on clean up and this is your hundredth time at least."
Skinner set the timer and they went downstairs. They gave a last scan through
the building to make sure that nothing was left behind that wouldn't be
consumed by the explosion. Recently, the trio have been slipping on certain
protocols when prowling on jobs. They have been refusing to wear the booties
and the hairnets. They still wear the gloves and dark clothing needed but each
day they got more lax on procedures and more stingy with each job. Sansa made
sure to give the best work to herself and her two boys. Skinner,Damon and Jeyne
are used as their talents are needed otherwise it's clean up crew.
It no longer felt like a family or a pack. It felt like the Bolton Trio and the
lackeys. The trio might be getting the jobs done but mistakes are being made.
It didn't matter how many times that Skinner, Jeyne and Damon warned the other
three..the trio thought they were invincible. If they are ever caught it would
be the clean up crew's fault, not theirs. In spite of their lack of caution, it
never occurs to the trio that they could be taken down. Skinner and Jeyne
headed towards the house now, running low through tall grass in great need of
mowing. Suddenly, Damon came bursting out of the house pale and sick looking.
Without a sound, he flung Jeyne over his shoulder and grabbed Skinner's arm. He
began to walk them fast across the fields, away from both house and factory.
Jeyne and Skinner knew enough to not ask and just allow Damon to lead them
away. The trio must have really gone overboard this time, Jeyne had though,
hanging on to Damon's shoulder. As they got further away, now into a line of
trees, Jeyne saw the glorious explosion of the factory. Damon took them through
the woods and down to their usual hideaway the very long way around. Only after
they all were inside securely, did he speak. 
"They are losing it and we aren't going to go down with them. They just fucking
slaughtered the Karstarks. Like fucking animals, I can't even describe it.."
Seeing a hardened killer like Damon shudder was enough to convince Jeyne and
Skinner that it was truly dreadful. They were only supposed to kill the head of
the family as a warning to the others. Then steal the jewelry, cash and
records. They took half for them and half for Roose and Petyr. And tore the
entire family, including the two kids and a baby to shreds like they thought
they were real fucking wolves or some shit. It was like they are half here and
half living in their head fantasies now."
Damon rubbed his face and Jeyne slid over to lean against him. "They took too
much this time and Petyr will notice the missing cash and gems. He might notice
their paperwork is a bit thin too. I don't want any of us getting in trouble
for it. You two only worked the factory and I only grabbed what I intend to
give Roose and Petyr. As soon as I saw them start to kill everyone, I left."
Skinner began to pace about, wringing his hands. "We should get back then. What
if they blame us for what they did? They can probably just go into Petyr's
fucking head and convince him of it!"
Jeyne snorted. "They don't know how to do that. Even Sansa is not strong enough
to make Petyr believe something or trigger him in anyway to do something he
doesn't want to." Damon muttered, "It is only a matter of time before they
learn to though." Jeyne shook her head and grinned from under her hair. "No,
they won't. I have tried to teach them how to do it, but they couldn't learn
it. Not even Sansa and she tried very hard. She can get into another person's
head and she can change herself and the landscape she can fight them, but she
cannot take over, she cannot order another within their head. I can do it but
not very well yet. I am not strong enough mentally yet to try compelling. But I
can do more than Sansa can. I can make the subject do some things. Mild things
only so far."
With a growl, Damon grabbed Jeyne and squeezed her hard enough to hurt. "And
that is all you will do. I don't like this stuff and I don't want you helping
the trio anymore. I don't want you to help Sansa or teach her anything to do
with mind talents anymore. Do you hear me?" Jeyne managed to squeak out from
her constricted lungs, "Yes Master." As soon as Damon released his punishing
grip and made it an embrace she spoke again. "Sansa asked me so many times to
use my head talents on our work, on her projects, to help them fuck Roose and
Petyr over. I always said no, that you and Jaqen wouldn't approve."
Skinner flung the trapdoor open and said, "I am heading home. I am sick of
hiding out while we wait for the Trio to rise or fall every fucking job we do.
Or if they will blame us for their shit! I can't live like this. I am going to
talk to Petyr and Roose tonight. Fuck this shit." Sighing, Damon and Jeyne
followed, not sure if they will support Skinner or not. But they knew Skinner
was right about one thing, they were sick of always waiting on, cleaning up for
and taking the blame for the trio. 
***** Goodbye David Bowie *****
Chapter Summary
     Damon and Jeyne have a last few chores to do before facing Petyr. Now
     that Damon understands how to defend his own mind against Petyr, he
     is feeling vulnerable against Jeyne.
"Sing Labyrinth for me?"
Damon's hands tightened on the steering wheel and he growled. "Fuck no. I
already can't fucking tell what is real and what isn't, that is the last thing
I need. And why would I sing for you? I'm beyond pissed at you, Jeyne. When
this is over...if we both survive this...I swear you might just need to fucking
run. NO! Forget I said that! DO NOT RUN FROM ME EVER! What I fucking mean is I
am going to make sure that you NEVER pull this shit on me again. You will not
manipulate me in our relationship, Jeyne! Go back to just crazy after this, I
mean it! I hate seeing you channel Sansa! I know, I know you need to do it for
now till this is over but...the SECOND it's over..."
"This is all real now. You are driving and couldn't make a palm tree if you
tried. I know you are mad and I won't run when you punish me if we both
survive. But in case we don't survive....sing Labyrinth for me?" He looked over
at his little lunatic, well, little by his standards. Folks won't ever think
this girl is creepy or dangerous. Not until it's too late for it to matter
anymore. Her crazy might make things difficult for them but Damon was willing
to take that risk. Only those closest to her will ever know the truth and Damon
will spend his life trying to protect her from herself and the world. He loves
her and that is the only reason that he can see for what they are about to do.
"Why don't you get the girls and let me deal with the Tyrells." Damon suggested
as they pulled over near the house. Shrugging, Jeyne lazily spun around and
then asked, "Damon? If we ever get married, can we do like they did? They used
her last name instead, I like that." Snorting, he grabbed her shoulders and
gave a quick shake. "We don't have last names, idiot. Hey, focus on me. I want
your attention now. Are you ready to work? Huh?" He grabbed her chin hard and
yanked upwards so he could look in the new eyes with an old shifty look. "AH,
there is my crazy girl. Much better than that other one. Good girl, Jeyne,
let's get this done with. Next to last stop before home." Jeyne focused on
Damon and responded. "Next to last stop before home. I love you, Damon."
Then she giggled, bit his chin and flitted off into the shadows. Sighing, Damon
went a different direction and when he got to the door, Jeyne already was
opening it. He watched her run up the stairs silently as he entered and locked
the door. Heading up the stairs he entered the master bedroom to see Jeyne
standing over the sleeping forms on the bed. Baring his teeth at her, he jerked
his head towards the hallway. He had told her to get the children! Throwing her
hands up, Jeyne then gestured to the bed. Where two girls were curled up
between their parents. Well, fuck. The last thing they had wanted was for the
girls to see anything. But now there might be no other way. Before Damon could
ponder his options, Jeyne acted.
Her blade was fast and deep, cutting through Margeary's throat. Jeyne's body
was across her to prevent death throes from the girls. Her other hand already
had the syringe full of sedative in the closest girl's neck and she never woke.
Damon reacted instantly with snapping the man's neck. The other girl had roused
a bit but he put one hand on her face to prevent her from seeing anything. "The
needle, Jeyne! Hurry!" He hissed and Jeyne hurried to sedate the crying girl.
Scooping both girls into his arms, Damon snarled out, "You can take the clean
up. I am really sick of you not listening to me tonight." "Sorry, Master." He
didn't think she sounded sorry at all and Damon put the girls in the trunk
while Jeyne started a fire.
Tyrion and Podrick had been packed and leaving when the demons came. "You
connected the dots but you didn't leave in time." Jeyne singsonged, leaning in
the hallway. The men both stopped dead, terrified at first, but they had no
idea who this person was. It could be some crazy whore and in that case, they
needed to get out of town before the real killers started coming. "Let me
introduce myself. Well, my former self. I was once Jeyne Poole. And before you
think to try and pull out the gun, Podrick..the large man coming up behind you
was once Damon." Twenty minutes later Damon and Jeyne were heading back to face
Petyr. Just in case they both didn't survive, Damon sang Labyrinth while Jeyne
cuddled against him.
***** Unforgivable *****
Chapter Summary
     Tormund had taken pictures during spring vacation, on Sansa's
     birthday to put in their main lobby to impress the rare visitor.
     It was a sunny day at Dreadfort. The lovely teenager did not look
     like anything but a young lady getting ready for her seventeenth
     birthday. Her red hair was long and flowing like a bloody flag in the
     gentle breeze. Her lips were curved into a small smile full of
     mystery and her eyes glowed with hope of her future.
     By the end of the night, Sansa would no longer resemble that girl.
     The one security camera they missed showed a different picture. It
     was a feral monster, hair and body so matted and drenched in blood
     and gore. The monster was crouched down and grinning, giggling,
     snarling and drooling over...something that most of the media tried
     to blur out. But the picture cleared was easily found..but most
     regretted it when they were informed in the text that the girl ate
     chunks out of it.
Damon tried his damnedest to find the calmest drugs he could for Sansa's party.
Jeyne and Skinner were nervous as fuck and it didn't help. Skinner had gone to
Petyr and Roose when he returned from that horrible Karstarks job. They thanked
him and when the trio walked in they were ambushed. Tormund had used a
tranquilizer gun on them the second they came home.
Damon, Skinner and Jeyne were only told that the three would need to be
punished. No questions would be answered. The next morning while the three were
having breakfast, they saw their friends stagger in. They sat and ate their
food in a silence that was chilling and their eyes were empty.
It took a bit before Jeyne could figure out what was bugging her about Ramsay's
features then she noticed he was missing his earlobe. His earring is gone for
good. Reek was shaking so hard that Ramsay had to carefully feed him. His eyes
were empty burnt holes that could only focus on Ramsay. Sansa had a twitch and
was grinding her teeth. Her eyes were red and swollen. No dared to ask a thing.
The next week Skinner was walking up a pathway on the grounds, heading for his
kickboxing session with Tormund when he was jumped. It was the most terrifying
thing in his entire life. A bag was over his head, his hands were tied behind
his back and he was being dragged deeper into the woods. When he was dumped and
the bag torn off, he looked up and screamed.
He was found an hour and a half later by Tormund who carried him running to the
infirmary. They transferred him to a city hospital nearby where his spleen was
removed. He also suffered a broken clavicle, his jaw was fractured and needed a
colostomy bag temporarily so that could recover from extreme sexual assault.
The doctors said for the type of damage they found was from an instrument.
Police came to the hospital and Skinner told them how he was jumped by these
two homeless pedophiles. It was reasonable, as there was an area a few miles
away where sex offenders that cannot find a place to live, camp out. The
descriptions were given, two men that fit it reasonably well were charged with
the crime. No DNA evidence was found on Skinner and they couldn't hold the men
without a reason to believe they were guilty besides Skinner's say so. Both
were released and the case went cold.
When Skinner came home he was different. He kept his head and eyes low around
the trio. He slunk around them like a submissive wolf. Damon and Jeyne watched
as Skinner knelt before Sansa and Ramsay to apologize and beg forgiveness.
Sansa nodded slowly and her voice was stone hard and cold as the winter snow. 
"You will never betray us again. You will be loyal to your pack. To the Alphas,
you will show obedience and loyalty. If it ever happens again, we will kill
you. Do you understand?" Skinner wept and nodded. "Yes, please...never again. I
am loyal and I'll do what you tell me, please?"
Damon let Jeyne hide her face in his chest, wishing he could hide his face too.
Ramsay gave a sadistic smile and rubbed Skinner's head. "Good boy. You
understand and you took your punishment for forgetting your place very well.
You are a loyal bitch, aren't you?" Ramsay cooed, really rubbing it in. Skinner
cried harder and nodded, broken down, humiliated before Damon and Jeyne, his
only equals now.
Since then Sansa, Ramsay and Reek have been worse than ever. The discipline had
backfired and only made them more determined to seek revenge. Finally, Sansa
saw that glowing opportunity. Something that would destroy Roose and Ramsay
quickly agreed. Reek whined but he nodded and pressed his head into his
Master's leg. "It will be my birthday present for me...and you, Ramsay!"
Damon, Jeyne and Skinner had sat there on rocks in the woods, less a
celebratory place and more a sanctuary these days. "I won't do it and Jeyne,
you aren't going either. Skinner I can't tell you what to do." His big rumble
voice reverberated among the rocks and trees. Ramsay and Sansa gave him eyes of
ice. Thin ice. "You don't want to celebrate my birthday with me?" Sansa asked
in a very sweet calm voice.
"Sure, I'd love to. We will drink, dance and have cake. Then when you leave
to..hunt, Jeyne and I will go to bed. I am sorry..I am NOT trying to challenge
you in anyway! But...I won't subject my girl to that kind of fucking trauma, or
myself!" Regardless of bullying and threats, Damon stayed firm and he kept his
hand on Jeyne's mouth and neck the whole time he spoke, just in case.
So now they sit here and there is music, liquor and drugs as usual. But it is
not normal at all, not this time, maybe not ever again. Because they might all
be stoned, all fucked up, only three are dancing this time. The other three sat
and watched the division grow larger. Then they were offered a last chance. "If
you do not, then perhaps you do not really want to be a part of our pack any
longer." Sansa spoke calmly, but Damon stood fast and came forward like a tidal
wave. 
"Are you fucking kidding me, bitch? How FUCKING dare you! I was Ramsay's second
ever since I got here. When he chose YOU to take that place, did I challenge
you? Did I act like an asshole? No, I was loyal enough, I LOVED my best friend
enough, to step the fuck aside. How you EVER DARE to accuse ME of NOT WANTING
TO BE PART OF THIS PACK? EVEN WHEN YOU DROVE ME DOWN THE FUCKING SHIT DETAILS,
I OBEYED, DIDN'T I? DON'T EVER ACCUSE ME OR JEYNE OF SUCH A THING!"
Ramsay came forward to block Damon then said, "I do not accuse you of
disloyalty, Damon. Calm the fuck down. I am accusing you of not caring enough
about your fucking best friend over something so personal." Damon stared at
Ramsay then laughed. "Are you really going with that as your reason? You aren't
close to your father, you hate him. You aren't hurt that he is marrying that
fat bitch. You just don't want to share your inheritance with some little baby
and what better revenge? Since she was so filthy fucking rich, Roose will lose
all of it. I have done everything you've ever asked of me. But if this fucks up
and it will, big time...Petyr, Roose and Jaqen won't save us this time. Killing
her the way you plan and her family like that...it's too much to ask. I won't
put Jeyne or myself in prison or death row for your own petty revenge prank."
Sansa walked past Ramsay and Damon to look at Skinner. He cringed low and she
walked very close, smiling kindly. "It's okay. You were just nervous, I
understand that. I will even forgive and forget it. Would you like that?"
Skinner started breathing faster and he nodded quickly. "Good boy. Go stand
near Reek." She turned to walk over to Jeyne and found the girl was already in
front of her. Sansa regained her control instantly and said, "See? This talent
of yours, why are you wasting this chance to use it for real tonight. You know
you want to, I can feel the need for a kill in your body. Damon doesn't own
you...unless you really want him to."
Jeyne leaned in close, her hair parting just enough for glittery black eyes to
peer into stone cold ones. The voice was a whisper, a poisonous caress of her
lips against Sansa's. "Because one of us must always remain alive to protect
and avenge the babies. And tonight could be your last night free or alive. If I
ever chose to take on such a dangerous thing, I would expect you to stay behind
and obey our oath. Or have you forgotten the babies in your race for
vengeance?" She shoved away and went to stand next to Damon.
Breathing fast, Sansa turned and headed out, the others following her. "This
might be the end of the pack. This might be unforgivable this time."
Funny thing was Damon and Jeyne were thinking the same thing as they walked the
opposite direction.
***** The Frey Slaughter *****
Chapter Summary
     Damon held Jeyne that night, he was pissed and that had to be why he
     was crying. She had done it, gone in her mind to tether into Sansa.
     She screamed,"It was only for a second, but Damon Oh GOD, the fucking
     BABIES and Walda's-" That was when he held his hand tightly over her
     mouth and nose, on that edge, it was SO FUCKING CLOSE because he
     could feel it through her and it was KILLING HIM-she thrashed, unable
     to breathe and he growled so deep it hurt. "Shut the fuck up or I
     will KILL you, do you hear me, no more not a fucking word!"
     She went limp and he rocked her as they both sobbed. The pack was
     broken, it was fucked to all hell and what were they now? Fugitives,
     accomplices? Will it matter once Jaqen and the other two hear of it?
     They are fucked.
Reek didn't know until it was too late, Skinner had no clue until it was too
late. Until their deaths, both had continual nightmares of what Ramsay and
Sansa turned into. If they had just gone out of control, it if was the crazed
slaughter that the media has portrayed it as, they would  have slept a bit
better. Out of control they can empathize with. But it wasn't, every second of
the gruesome violence was done with ice cold precision.  It wasn't the act of
two beasts, it was the act of two utterly delusional, revenge driven, full of
avarice, full of lust, greed and the need to try something that pushed yet
another limit.
Two cold hearted abused beyond comprehension sick monsters that felt OWED and
were going to get their money's worth. And they exacted a terrible price from
their victims. Reek and Skinner were in charge of getting Walda, her father
Walder and his other daughter Rosalynn. Reek and Skinner would never have
questioned why they were all in the same house. They did not know it was a
traditional day, Walda's birthday as well as Sansa's. And how the fuck would
they have known she requests all the nieces and nephews to come for a grand
fucking sleep over? It wasn't until Ramsay and Sansa brought all those kids,
into the living room where they brought the adults.
Sansa had each adult tied and gagged, all in a row on their knees. She started
to slowly walk past of each of them. "Walda isn't the only one who has wronged
us. Ramsay has gone through hell and back with his father and you think to just
throw your fat fucking heifer at Roose to steal Ramsay's fucking legacy? What
he is owed? You weasel!" Ramsay kicked the elderly Walder in the face. "And
what kind of sick daddy sends their daughter knowing what Roose is? You don't
deserve to breathe the same fucking air as my pet!"
Walda screamed then made an oomh sound as Sansa's boot went hard into her large
stomach. "And YOU! You would just give give your babies over to that sick
demented man! Do you even know or understand what that would be like? You do, I
see it in your piggy sick little eyes. Well, I am no Roose and no Petyr, but
here is what the result of their good works with children. Right in front of
your eyes, and we are giving you a very good reason to be glad that Roose never
will raise that baby."
Skinner and Reek held back the three adults, forcing them to watch but trying
to avert their own eyes. Some of the children ran and some tried to fight back.
Ramsay stabbed, he sliced and on one particular slender boy who fight so hard
for the age of eight, he lay on top of him and shuddered to an orgasm as the
boy thrashed, dying under him. That is when Reek threw up and almost lost hold
of the frantic, agonized mother of the children.  Skinner was openly sobbing as
he watched Sansa slowly walk after a toddler running for her mother. The cold
eyes and the twist in her tiny smile was scarred deep into his mind forever. 
She picked up the screaming child and started to rock it humming. "If you were
my baby, I would have wanted to protect you...but I couldn't protect them. They
are so fragile and it is so easy to lose your grip." As if she lost interest,
Sansa let the girl drop the floor headfirst and all heard the crack. The worst
part was the child was still alive, twitching making terrible sounds out of her
nostrils. "Oh god, please, end it Sansa! Kill her, please, please? Mistress,
Alpha, please?" Reek sounded like a wounded creature howling as he begged. He
couldn't take it, it was too much for his heart.
Sansa took out a large dagger, leaned down and plunged it deep into the
toddler's eye. "There Reek, is that better? If you need to, go on cry and howl
for them. As long as you behave and obey your orders." Her voice was so cold,
so indifferent, and yet so menacing, that Reek nearly ran to her feet. "Sorry,
please. Thank you, I am grateful. Good boy, good Reek. Please?" Ramsay came
into the room dragging a young preteen girl that was clutching a bundle in her
arms. "Found a little hidden fox! And a little cub was with her. Clever girl!"
He kissed the sobbing girl fondly on the head as  he brought her forward. The
mother made a hideous keening sound that made Reek moan in misery as he held
her upright.  
"Oh, lady, you were really blessed weren't you? Greedy bitch, how dare you
breed like a fucking animal when some of us can barely keep one? It is like you
want to flaunt your one fucking talent! You deserve this, to watch this! Reek,
be a very good boy and keep her chin up. Perfect."
Sansa took the tiny feet into her pretty, delicate hands and with a tiny moue
of her bee-stung lips, she swung with all her strength at the stone wall.
Several things happened then. Walder had a heart attack that had him clawing
and gasping, slowly turning blue. Walda and Skinner both began to vomit and
Rosalynn fainted. The remaining children, two twins no more than four years of
age and the thirteen year old girl, screamed. The girl tried to run forward to
attack Sansa and Ramsay pounced on her.
When Reek managed to weakly get Rosalynn to rouse, it was to see her daughter
being savagely raped and skinned alive by Ramsay. Her screams were guttural as
he has removed her tongue. Sansa dragged the twins closer to their mother.
"Which one would you pick for me to kill first? And what way? I could burn one
alive? Or slit their throats? Drown them? Snap their necks? Chew through their
little tender throats or stab heir little hearts? Why are you shaking your head
like that when I am offering mercy? Do you know that I am a mother too? Well, I
am trying to be a mother right now and offer mercy? That baby didn't suffer,
not like any of us have, not that you would even fucking comprehend that! SO
fuck you, shake your head all you want. I will choose for you."
It was with great relief that Skinner slit Walder's throat as the man was
fading anyway. He let him drop and concentrated on keeping Walda upright. Sansa
drowned one of the twins in the large fish tank that decorated half of Walder's
living room. She left the child to float there. Ramsay was covered in blood,
giggling because the other frantic child kept nearly slipping away from his
hold. Ramsay just couldn't help himself and kept biting chunks out of the boy.
Giggling again, he bit and tore delicately and chewed the meat. Swallowing it
and sighing, he dove for a little more.     
Sansa gasped and seemed to glide forward to watch. "You are eating him? Is
it..does it.." When she leaned forward to tear into the delicate pale throat of
the thrashing child, Skinner and Reek both looked away. After the last one was
laying in carnage, Sansa finally allowed Reek to strangle the woman to death.
Only Walda remained and Sansa was caressing the woman's belly then took out a
large blade. "You don't deserve this baby. You don't deserve to steal from
Ramsay or me. Your baby doesn't deserve the mercy of death. But even I wouldn't
subject a child to Roose and Petyr. You don't even understand that in my
revenge, in my justice, there is mercy. You will never have to know, to see
what Roose would have made him into....what he would have turned you into."
The knife began to carefully carve away the skin, the muscles and finally,
pulled out this pink squirming thing that Reek burst into tears at the sight
of. Later the medical examiner would announce the baby was actually nine months
and one day, Walda was about a day away from delivering. Sansa lifted the
squirming thing towards her mouth, in front of Walda's barely aware eyes and
that is when Reek passed out. Skinner was curled in the corner, covered in
vomit and trying to hold onto to his sweet sanity.
A fire was set but Sansa was too prideful, she wanted to make sure Roose saw
some of what they did, if not all. So did Ramsay, so the house didn't
completely burn, but it did bring the fire department quickly. Which brought
the police and the media. And the detectives were full of joyful rage when they
found one camera hidden in a teddy bear laying under an ottoman. Another one on
the mantel in stuffed rag doll. It seems they were not all Rosalynn's children
after all. Only the thirteen year old, the twins and the baby were hers. The
three boys that Ramsay killed were Martha Frey's. She suspected her father of
sexually abusing her children during visitations, so she left their teddy bear
cam there. The stuffed rag doll and the little girl that Ramsay murdered after
raping, as well as the toddler Sansa killed, were visiting, their last name was
Lannister.
***** Burning That Last Bridge Down *****
Chapter Summary
     It wasn't a few detectives this time it was dead silence which was
     worse. Roose, Petyr had gotten affairs in order, they had called
     their lawyers. The Lannisters. Jaqen had given orders to Jeyne and
     Damon, then he melted away.
     Ramsay, Sansa and Reek were not punished, they were not kicked out,
     nothing. Icy cold stares said it all and they stopped bothering to
     show to meetings or classes. Skinner was being well supplied by
     Roose, many sedatives. He had been the only one to be interrogated.
     Since then Skinner had been kept separate from the others. Damon and
     Jeyne had both offered to go under hypnotism to prove they had not
     gone on this trip. Satisfied, they were were released to take classes
     that meant nothing anymore. And they all knew it was coming...no one
     knew it would be a fucking SWAT team.
Roose had only seconds of luck that day, it was the barest of chance. To have a
flat tire on the way to the school. Just as he saw them going by, just beyond
the hill. He fixed his tire quickly and flew the opposite direction. Roose
called his lawyer and Tyrion met him at his house. It was an insult that they
sent the dwarf but he understood Tywin's position.
Regular students were not at the school because since that stupid girl Dany
started poking her legal nose into things a year or so ago, some procedures
have changed. They took small vacations at home or wherever the parents chose
to send them twice a year. That went for all the extra simpleton other aides
and "real" teachers they had been forced to employ.
It was only the core staff left and they were all not speaking, already tense,
waiting. For a knock on the door but it wasn't a knock. It was an explosion and
an invasion. This was a well trained SWAT team that had seen or heard of the
horrific things done not just at the Freys. No they have now heard there were
other tragedies, so many caused from this place, this school. Anyone, everyone
here was a violent offender, a criminal, part of all this horror, one way or
another.
They were taking no chances, they didn't shoot to kill but to wound. But they
wanted, if they could they would have. If a single female had been among that
SWAT team, things might have been much worse. The staff gave no resistance
beyond their voices asking for lawyers. Skinner burst into to tears then slowly
turned to laugh No one knew what made him change into his descent into madness.
When they had found Damon, he was also laughing and sobbing. Bemoaning the girl
he confessed that he loved and killed.
It was assumed after a search that Jeyne was dead. Either Skinner or Damon
murdered her, after all both claimed to have done it. Ramsay, Sansa and Theon
were deep in the woods by then. It took the lives of three men before they were
taken down. Jeyne had done her job, she had whispered in Skinner's ear, she had
whispered in Damon's, but it was so hard. Then she fled into the secret tunnel
in the labs where Jon had once lived. Jeyne cried in Jaqen's arms later, in
between hitting him and cursing him.
 
Now Damon and Jeyne stood together in front of the house. They held hands
tightly and their new bodies and faces were bracing to erase the past. "I
should have killed you. I should have let Jaqen keep you at home, away from all
of us. I should never have stayed this long with you." Jeyne nodded in
agreement to all of it. "But you did. You love me. I love you. And it's too
late to back down now."
A figure had stood up and seen them from the picture window. There was no going
back now. Even if Damon wanted to, the children were gone, how would they
explain that? And Jeyne and Petyr can no longer exist in the same world any
longer. "I love you, you fucking crazy lady. My lady, my pet, all mine even if
we both die. We have left each other before and found each other. We will
always find each other again. So shut up and let's get this insane shit over
with."
Jaqen watched them crossing the lawn and turned to smirk at Petyr. "The
children are home." 
Petyr stood up as the door opened and Damon entered with Jeyne behind him. The
door shut and but did not lock behind them. Petyr raised an eyebrow and Jaqen
took a deep breath. "Father, I have no urge to hurt you, to challenge you. I am
going to ask you to leave for a little while, please. This really isn't about
you." It was creepy and alarming how fast she could move, even in her new form,
it was terrifying. She stood, nearly swaying like a snake in front of Jaqen.
"Please, father...will you go?"
"Where are the children, Jeyne? Answer that for me and I will leave." Jaqen
replied smoothly as Petyr stared in growing rage and fear. "They are gone. No
longer within your reach or Petyr's. Gone where you cannot find them. Last
chance, Jaqen." He looked up at the giant thundering words on him and Jaqen
nodded. "Fine, we can discuss that later. I am going to wait at the bar
downtown. You have an hour and then I am returning for explanations."
"You fucking traitor! You would just let them kill me?" Petyr hissed and the
gun he had concealed was pointing to fire at Jaqen's head. Jeyne broke his arm
and the bullet went wild. With a wide grin, Damon joyfully tossed Jaqen out the
door and locked it. Peytr screamed and when he tried to fight Jeyne, Damon was
there. He broke Petyr's other arm then threw him onto the couch. Looming over
the man, he growled out, "I wish she would just let me rip you the fuck apart.
But Jeyne is trying to be a little fair. So here is your chance, Petyr. Agree
to it or I get to finish you. I really really hope you choose me."
Jeyne tilted her head and caressed Petyr's face. "You defeated Ramsay and Sansa
when they launched an attack in your head. Think you can do the same with me?
Because I don't want to just break your body, I want to break your mind. Like
you broke our minds. I want to make sure you understand that this is personal.
This is for Sansa, for me, for all of us. For our children. Let me in, Petyr or
let Damon rip your limbs off and disembowel you." His voice was strained with
pain and outrage. "And if I win? Do I get to live?" Damon grinned down, "Sure.
If you can get past both me and then Jaqen outside. Because the only way to win
is to kill or drive Jeyne utterly insane. And how do you think I will react to
that? How Jaqen will feel about it?"
"It is not fair, I don't win anything? I just have to play your deranged game
and die or die anyway?" Jeyne laughed and said, "Yeah, now you see what our
world is like. Me or Damon, your choice, maybe you and I can go down together
or maybe you'll at least die knowing you drove me nuts. Come on, you like
chances, don't you? Don't you love your challenges?" Petyr nodded slightly and
locked eyes with Jeyne. "I will take you down screaming in terror for the rest
of your catatonic, drooling days." She stared at him and snapped out, "Prove
it." They both spoke a word at the same time and were gone.
Damon stared at the two figures that both seemed to freeze then glaze over. He
stood over them and he prayed for calmness. He waited to hear Jeyne's voice in
his head to pull him in. After a moment each of the bodies seemed to twitch and
moan in pain. "Fuck!" Damon started to pace then stared into his own reflection
from the dark window. For a second he swore he saw the old Jeyne, hair in front
of her face, long dress standing just behind him. Jumping, he spun but no one
was behind him. He turned again and now the image was in front of his
reflection, reaching out. He wanted to screech like a little girl and run,
instead he reached out his own hand. He was pulled in.
Jaqen sat on the hood of Damon's car and watched with his binoculars. There
wasn't much to really see now. Jeyne and Petyr were frozen on the couch. Damon
was slumped against the wall, his eyes glazed over. Every now and then someone
twitched. "Oh daughter, why this way? I know it's time to end things with
Petyr. But you could have let me handle it, or even Damon. Now we have to find
new children, start over. I hope to hell you can win this, sweet girl."
***** Down In The Gutter *****
The Princess Warrior was launching the greatest battle her fantasy world has
ever seen and the losses were catastrophic. Her dark knight was huge and
gruesome, killing with a gleeful roar. She ran across the battlements, giving
orders and then when the wizard finally drove them back, it was her that stood
forth to fight him. Her knight tried to run to defend his Princess but was no
match for the wizard.
Damon had only a night, less than a full one to work with his mind powers. He
staggered backwards, muttering, "No...I won't kill her...I remember. But I
can't challenge you..." Damon backed off and Petyr turned to face Jeyne. 
"Hmm...blazing fire for eyes, nice touch, dear. However, I tire of this wizard
look. So let's go somewhere else." Jeyne tried to resist it but when she heard
Damon cry out she lost focus and flipped along with them.
They landed in a horrific red landscape that had large scuttling black crested
bugs with so many legs that Damon couldn't count them. And the smallest of them
were the size of his fist. He wasn't comforted when he looked the other
direction and saw what looked like gigantic shrimp, a sicking sort of greenish
yellow color scuttling busily by.
"Where the fuck is this?" Damon asked but the other two were at a distance. He
could just see them. A rumbling sound came from the red sand and he watched
with dreadful fascination as a large, too large burst out of the sand. It wore
the face of the little brother he had that died when they were little kids.
Damon screamed and ran.
You want horror, oh I can do horror, thought Jeyne as she stood up and steadied
herself. She heard Damon scream but ignored it, it might kill her to become
distracted now. In fact, it will kill her, she will become catatonic at the
least. At worst Petyr can make her actually kill herself.
So Jeyne cannot lose focus not for a single second as she faced off against the
snake. And that he was, a black coiling, glistening snake hissing at her. His
eyes as red as the landscape around them.
He struck out and she dodged, he struck again and almost sunk a tooth into her
leg. Jeyne shut her eyes tightly and tried to change, to flip them, anything.
With large fangs dripping with poison, Petyr aimed and gloried in hearing
Damon's scream of horror and guilt because he cannot save her.
He drove down and then stopped just before the pink flesh. Not the pale flesh
of Jeyne, no, this was pink, young, perfect flesh that was only enhanced by the
lovely red hair fanning about her.
Sansa looked up at him and Petyr shrunk into himself, his form. She was only
eight, his favorite age with her. So desperate for someone to help her, to love
her. He got tears in his eyes and his cock grew hard.
"That isn't fair. Pick another form and we can fight anew." His voice was
strangled and Sansa sat up hugging herself. Wearing that dress that was just a
bit too small for her, the one Ned had ripped and Petyr saw her in it. Oh, he
fucked a little girl to that for hours afterwards. In fact, the father of the
girl made him pay extra for damages. 
"Please don't kill me. Please? I'm yours, aren't I? I know now, I can't beat
you, okay? Petyr? I know I can't beat you. I can stay in this form and let
you...do what you want. And I will do it anytime you want, just please...let
Damon live, let him leave here alive and functioning, aware."
Petyr smirked in triumph at the cringing Sansa with Jeyne's voice. "I am not
convinced of your sincerity, Jeyne. I want you to show me, in front of Damon
that you will be and do anything I wish. Prove that to me and I will let Damon
go. I will keep you here, in this state forever and you will accept it."
Sansa nodded as fat tears slowly dripped down her face and her voice was
defeated. "Yes, Petyr. Just let Damon go after I prove my sincerity. What do
you want me to do?" Petyr had her slowly lift up her dress so he could see the
tiny swollen pussy, not underwear because Sansa never was given back her
underwear. She never knew why her father wanted them either. They would simply
show up in the laundry if they hadn't been too ripped or bloody.
Petyr sucked in his breath. Jeyne must have heard Sansa's stories in the girl
group therapies a thousand times because this was perfect, to exact detail. He
always had asked Sansa if he could see the damage from her father, that way if
she needed stitches or a doctor he could provide one.
But that was never the whole reason, no, Petyr enjoyed, loved seeing that
swollen, well used, well trained little pink flesh, even blood and come
streaked it was lovely to him. He used to kiss it soothingly when she was
young, very young and tell her it was to make her feel better. Now here it was
again and too good to resist.
He had her lay down on a duvet that suddenly appeared, like the one a three
year old Sansa had been on in his home that day of the prettiest most ruined
dress. He did as he did then and gently kissed and licked that swollen, only
tinged a bit with blood, pink, raw flesh. She whimpered and twitched as she did
then.
Reaching up, Petyr rubbed her nipples as if to soothe them from the bloody
teeth marks of her father. Sansa squirmed and cried as Petyr kissed his way up
her little body and then shoved his hard cock into her ruined body.
The more Sansa made sharp little cries and gave him her hurt yet trusting look,
the harder Petyr thrust.
"Good girl, Sansa. It's alright, sweetheart. I am not your daddy, I would never
scar or injure your pretty body, honey. But now...now I can let you remember
all of it. I don't have to keep erasing your mind after it. Every time, Sansa,
every time he raped you, you came to me and you would tell me...then I would
rape you, just like this and then I would make you forget."
Little Sansa sobbed harder and her cries got more agonized as he thrust harder
with his words and his cock.
"Mine, you should have always been mine. I would have taken care of you and
taught you to love fucking. I would share you with those I liked and then I
would fuck you after, fuck you inside their come and your blood. And I would
have made it good for you, would have mind-fucked you so that you loved it. So
that the more blood, the more degrading it was, the harder you would orgasm.
That is what you would have felt...though I must admit, I love your cries of
pain...so pain is something that I would want to make you come so
hard...uhh....fuck!"
He thrust forward hard and strained over her, gritting his teeth. Petyr came so
hard, he has never felt anything so good and that is when the sharp teeth and
nails of a dragon ripped through his throat from underneath him. His blood
poured down onto the dragon and it swallowed it down like refreshing water.
Petyr died in horrible, wonderful orgasmic death.
***** It Changes Nothing And Everything *****
The young velvet draped man stared up at the giant, open mouthed. He was
finally leaving his little chapel, had been a flood of weddings today. He wants
to go get a cheeseburger and some sleep but this behemoth is standing in his
way.
"Uh, I'm sorry Sir. It's after hours and I actually closed up about an hour
ago. I am hoping to head home, haven't eaten or sat down all day. If you come
back tomorrow at-"
A large hand around his throat choked off his words. Leaning down menacingly,
the blandly handsome man came nose to nose with Reverend Love Biscuits.
"Look here, I am dressed up and I look like a fucking waiter in this get up. It
isn't comfortable and that annoys me. My girl is all gussied up and if she
doesn't get what she wants, that will annoy her, which will annoy me. You
telling me you won't perform my five minute wedding annoys me. Unlock the
damned door and get set up."
 
"How do I look, father?"
Jaqen smiled and kissed Jeyne on the forehead. She spun and the long white silk
dress billowed about her.
"You really do look like a princess, sweetie. Damon will love it. Remember what
I said though. Today is it, you'll bury this marriage certificate deep away and
I don't want to hear those names after this. Understand?"
Jeyne nodded.
 
Damon stood near the nervous reverend and he shoved a sweaty, stained piece of
paper at him.
"These are the vows we wrote. I want you to only read what is on the paper,
don't bother adding any poetry or bible shit. Read it and marry us. Fast and
easy."
The reverend looked over the paper and squinted.
"Uh...I don't see your last names on here. I usually announce Mr. and Mrs.
whomever at the end then say you may kiss the bride."
"Not this time. Just read what is there and look, I wrote in where you say kiss
the bride at the end."
While the reverend stared, Jaqen poked his head in the door.
"We are ready when you are. Jeyne says don't forget the music."
Rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath, Damon set out his cell phone. He
tapped a few buttons and the soundtrack from the movie Labyrinth played.
The reverend took his place and Damon stood with his hands clenched behind his
back. He looked as if he were facing a firing squad.
Then a tall figure in a white flowing dress entered the room on the arm of an
older man. Damon's eyes lost their burning irritation as he looked at Jeyne.
She smiled and slowly came forward until Jaq handed to her Damon. Jaq then
stood to the side to watch.
It all was normal and yet the reverend was scared beyond all measure by them.
Something in their eyes, in their mannerisms made him feel like they were
playacting more than really having a real life moment.
He cleared his throat when the large man glared at him and he began reading
from the paper.
"We gather here to unite Damon and Jeyne in marriage. Damon, do you swear to
always love, honor, cherish and protect Jeyne?"
The reverend winced at the words and continued after Damon glared down at Jeyne
and grumbled out an I do.
"Do you, Jeyne, promise to always love, honor, cherish and obey Damon?"
"I do, but I reserve the right not to obey when I really think I have to."
The reverend stared at her until Damon gave him an unfriendly pinch.
"Stop ogling my fucking fiance and turn her into my wife so I can get out of
this fucking suit."
Coughing to cover his pain and embarrassment, the man continued in a rush.
"Do you have your rings? Please, place the rings on each others finger."
The plain gold bands were exchanged and Jeyne giggled, elated.
"By the power invested in me by the Free Cities, I pronounce you man and wife.
You may now kiss the bride."
Jeye whooped and leaped at Damon. He caught her and kissed her deeply and
roughly. The reverend hurried to sign the certificate which had no last names
upon it. Jaq took it from the man then smiled.
"Thank you, Sir for taking the extra time to do this wedding. My daughter
really wanted this so badly and well, denying her things is hard for me. So I
want you to know that this isn't personal."
"Wh...what isn't personal?"
Jaq pulled out a gun and the man began to back away and cry.
"No..no! Please! Who..which one put a hit out on me? Whoever it was, I can pay
them back, I swear it!"
Smiling gently, Jaq shook his head.
"If I am here, then you already know its too late for that. But I appreciate
you marrying my daughter first. For that I am giving you a gift. The Braavos
casino wanted me to torture you first, but since you made my daughter happy,
I'm going to make it fast and painless."
He shot the man in the head while he was still speaking. Stepping over the body
he tapped Damon on the shoulder.
"We need to get moving and collect our money. Stop kissing her and save that
for the bedroom. Not in front of me, thank you very much. Besides, I have to
show you two my wedding gift."
Damon said nothing but he carried his giggling girl out to the large new
trailer.
 
Jaqen drove and Jeyne cuddled in Damon's lap the whole time. They got their
money and then Jaqen drove further out towards the hot sands. Eventually, they
stopped near a ranch.
"You got us a ranch?" Jeyne asked, confused as Jaqen led them out into the now
chilly air. Chuckling softly, Jaqen shook his head.
"No, silly girl. I want you both to be silent and just follow me, okay?"
They nodded and followed. Both paled when Jaqen crept up to a sliding glass
door and pointed inside.
Jeyne's stomach dropped when she peered in and saw the family in a living room.
Tyrion was half asleep with two little girls on the couch. Robin was at a small
table with Podrick who seemed to be helping him with homework.
Jaqen spoke in a whisper.
"This is where they decided to hide out, I guess. I know you gave them the
children and the means to run from me. I should make you both watch me kill
them all. Better yet, I should make you two go in there and kill the men then
bring me the children. But this is your wedding present from me. Their lives,
their normal lives. I will allow this one defiance to slip away."
They left as silently as they came.
 
That night Damon carried his new wife into the back bedroom. While they
proclaimed their love for one another with pain and pleasure, Jaqen drove. And
headed towards the route to the waters to get to the Iron Islands.  
There was a new detention center for troubled children there that will have a
new owner and two ready made teachers. He started to dream of his killer army
as he drove into the rising sunlight.
End Notes
     For those who care to know..and this is a bit of a clue as well.
     Music inspires me for my writing. Certain main characters each have
     their own song....
     Roose Bolton: Helter Skelter, Motely Crue version
     Petyr Baelish: Sympathy For The Devil, Rolling Stones
     Ramsay Bolton: Bad Intentions, Digital Daggers
     Theon Greyjoy: Happiness In Slavery, Nine Inch Nails
     Sansa Stark: Only Women Bleed, Alice Cooper
     Jeyne Poole and Damon: Underground, David Bowie (actually the whole
     Labyrinth soundtrack)
     Jaqen: Triggerman, Alice Cooper
     The Students: Welcome To The Jungle, Guns N' Roses
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