The Sixth of Swords, continued.
Amun followed his new master as he forced questions about the past from his mind. There was no time in the present to be dwelling on the dead face he had worn in the reflection. The boy who he had intended as a sacrifice to Lord Raze was now his master through a cruel stroke of the Sith Lord's humor. He could feel the icy touch of the collar around his neck, as well as the missing weight of his sword and blades and other various weaponry that the castle guards had stripped from him quickly after his sentence.
"Nobody wins here but I, insect."
The Sith Lord's words echoed in his mind. They had been directed at the boy who he was now to serve, to wait on hand and foot, and to teach. But Amun knew he would do well to remember them. He had stepped into a dangerous game where there was only one true winner. The only attainable goal was to not be the loser. If he could manage to squeeze a draw out of the situation for himself so long as Raze still won. Was that the answer?
"What are you looking so thoughtful for dog?" The words broke Amun from his concentration and the young Sith glanced up at the boy, a simmering disdain lurking in his eyes. That didn't last long as the boy thumbed a button on a remote that had come to his hand at some point during their trek to the other wing of the castle. Amun's eyes widened as a surge of electricity nearly bowled him over, coursing through him from the collar around his neck. He gritted his teeth against the pain and remained standing, holding the boy's look in his own gaze. Amun was no stranger to pain.
That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell though.
They remained locked like that for a few moments, Amun glaring at the boy as his body remained standing but otherwise twitched with the current. The boy's eyes started with a hard and hateful look that slowly transformed into a grimace as Amun didn't react appropriately to his anger. He let go of the trigger and Amun breathed again for the first time since the shock collar had seized his body. He gasped, but remained standing.
"A dog should be on his knees." The boy spat as Amun regained his breath, kicking him in the leg before triggering the shock collar once again. That did it. Amun's legs gave out from under him as electricity arced through him once again, it took everything he had to catch himself on his hands and remain on his knees instead of merely crumpling to the ground. The boy seemed satisfied however now that Amun was beneath him, releasing the button as he turned to enter the room that they had been granted.
"Follow." The boy said, looking back with a sneer. A mirroring of what had happened earlier when Amun had dragged him and his sister into the castle and before Raze. The similarities ended there however. They had followed Amun out of fear. He had held power over them, the power of life and death. The boy had felt a duty to protect his sister out of loyalty. The only loyalty Amun held was to himself. And the only power the boy held over Amun was a switch and a collar. Amun followed without a second word, crawling through the door on his hands and knees with a small, quiet smirk on his lips.
Amun followed his new master as he forced questions about the past from his mind. There was no time in the present to be dwelling on the dead face he had worn in the reflection. The boy who he had intended as a sacrifice to Lord Raze was now his master through a cruel stroke of the Sith Lord's humor. He could feel the icy touch of the collar around his neck, as well as the missing weight of his sword and blades and other various weaponry that the castle guards had stripped from him quickly after his sentence.
"Nobody wins here but I, insect."
The Sith Lord's words echoed in his mind. They had been directed at the boy who he was now to serve, to wait on hand and foot, and to teach. But Amun knew he would do well to remember them. He had stepped into a dangerous game where there was only one true winner. The only attainable goal was to not be the loser. If he could manage to squeeze a draw out of the situation for himself so long as Raze still won. Was that the answer?
"What are you looking so thoughtful for dog?" The words broke Amun from his concentration and the young Sith glanced up at the boy, a simmering disdain lurking in his eyes. That didn't last long as the boy thumbed a button on a remote that had come to his hand at some point during their trek to the other wing of the castle. Amun's eyes widened as a surge of electricity nearly bowled him over, coursing through him from the collar around his neck. He gritted his teeth against the pain and remained standing, holding the boy's look in his own gaze. Amun was no stranger to pain.
That didn't mean it didn't hurt like hell though.
They remained locked like that for a few moments, Amun glaring at the boy as his body remained standing but otherwise twitched with the current. The boy's eyes started with a hard and hateful look that slowly transformed into a grimace as Amun didn't react appropriately to his anger. He let go of the trigger and Amun breathed again for the first time since the shock collar had seized his body. He gasped, but remained standing.
"A dog should be on his knees." The boy spat as Amun regained his breath, kicking him in the leg before triggering the shock collar once again. That did it. Amun's legs gave out from under him as electricity arced through him once again, it took everything he had to catch himself on his hands and remain on his knees instead of merely crumpling to the ground. The boy seemed satisfied however now that Amun was beneath him, releasing the button as he turned to enter the room that they had been granted.
"Follow." The boy said, looking back with a sneer. A mirroring of what had happened earlier when Amun had dragged him and his sister into the castle and before Raze. The similarities ended there however. They had followed Amun out of fear. He had held power over them, the power of life and death. The boy had felt a duty to protect his sister out of loyalty. The only loyalty Amun held was to himself. And the only power the boy held over Amun was a switch and a collar. Amun followed without a second word, crawling through the door on his hands and knees with a small, quiet smirk on his lips.