Warning: Violence

And now without further ado the long awaited Chapter of Taking Over Me

Tear Down The Wall Part 2:

Interlude #3: Union

October 20th 1531 Rochester Cathedral

"ARE YOU BOTH MAD?" Bishop Fisher yelled at the Queen and the Lord Chancellor, "It's enough Katherine that I was your legal aid at your betrothed's request only to find I fought for nothing as you finally came to an agreement which took away your spot as Queen. I let that one slide because it at least kept your daughter in line in the throne. Now you both want me to marry you both in secret? The pope hasn't even granted the divorce yet Katherine do you realize the gravity of the situation, if I grant this union you'd be married to two people at the same time. You know what this can do to your reputation."

"It's too late now your Grace," Katherine said looking at Sir Thomas. She was concerned about him at that moment because he kept his eyes cast down to the floor ashamed. He didn't need to be, in Katherine's mind they committed no sin. "Henry without an answer from the Pope has already married Anne Boleyn in secret two nights ago and before you think this just to get back at my former husband it's not it's for a more worthy reason," Katherine said placing her hands on her swollen stomach, "I don't want our child to be brought into this world a bastard."

The old Bishop took a sharp intake of breath. Was he hearing things or did Katherine just openly admit that she and the "sainted" Sir Thomas Moore had pre marital sex? Finally processing the situation he crossed himself and collapsed on the ground.

"This is madness!" Fisher said as Sir Thomas knelt to the ground in front of his old friend, "Sir Thomas, you of all people should know better than to give into temptation. You are a moral man not one of those savages in court."

Sir Thomas turned his head back to Katherine who was standing with her hands on her hips. She was not happy with the fact that one of her betrothed's good friends was not supporting him on this happy occasion. And being mood sensitive as she was with child she was ready to grab her betrothed and get the hell out of there.

"John," Sir Thomas said placing his hands on his old friend's shoulders, "I know you are upset that your hard work was wasted I understand but please even though this is against your conscience just be happy for us… Katherine and I are happy, she got what she always wanted. In mine and Katherine's minds….we won the great matter."

Upon hearing these words Bishop Fisher smiled and stood up before saying:

"Do you have any witnesses?"

May 31st 1537 Kimbelton Castle:

The wonderful memory was jolted by pain rushing through his body. A weak muffled grunt left his lips. He scrunched his face in pain and frustration. He then lifted his head only a little to see that he was alone in probably the very same room where he was beaten severely for the first time. He whimpered at the memory remembering the pain whilst hearing the voices of him wincing in pain and the king's angered growl echoed in his head.

The lawyer bit down on the cloth. Now was not the time to be haunted by what was happening now. That was for when he made it out of the trap alive, safe at home in Katherine's arms. Well if he made it out of there alive. He still wasn't sure at the moment.

No I will not let him kill me, he thought, Katherine's life depends on it. If I die the so called King is going to hurt her the same way brutally attacked my daughter.

With the thought of survival invading his mind, taking away all other thoughts he may have been having at the moment, his first instinct was to explore his situation. Where was he? Was there a possible way to escape? If he could, how much was he able to move, meaning how much pain was he in? Were all his limbs bound or just his wrists?

He took a deep breath through his nose as he closed his dark eyes. He knew it was going to be painful but it may have been his only chance to make it out. And with the little strength he had surpassing the complications of having his hands bound behind him, he sat up. He cried out a painful sob as the sharp pain rushed through his body.

Alright it's a good sign, He thought again, Harry didn't bind me to the bed.

He darted his dark eyes around the room. His thoughts exactly, it was the very same room Harry first beat him in. He groaned in frustration but he wouldn't fret…. Maybe there was a way out of here even if it wasn't through the front door. Was there a bathroom? Or a secret passageway?

He placed both his feet on the ground and sighed in relief his ankles weren't bound as well as his wrists. It would give him a chance to run if given the opportunity. He stood up using the edge of bed to steady himself. When he was completely balanced he walked slowly around the room exploring his surroundings. His long fingers touched the stone walls seeing if there was a secret knob that opened a secret door.

Then at the corner of his eye he spotted a flickering candle. He walked slowly towards it and then raised an eyebrow. The smoke slowly rose and gathered around a certain area. It had to be another sign from his guardian angel. He quickly tip toed over to where the smoke gathered. He became close to reaching it when the door suddenly opened. A glimmer of hope rushed through him that it was someone to save him.

"I am shocked dear teacher," That voice, that taunting familiar voice said, "that you were so able to get back on your feet after hours of being unconscious."

Sir Thomas made a groan in defeat and fell to his knees. His captor caught him before he could escape. The lawyer looked to the ground as he heard those footsteps walking towards him. He closed his dark eyes shut and took a deep breath bracing for the pain when he felt those strong fingers lace tightly in his hair and then pull his head back. He made a muffled shriek as the tears fell involuntarily fell down from his shut lids.

"Did you sleep well?" Henry whispered in his ear as the other hand gripped the silk cloth. The lawyer cringed when he felt those calloused fingers touched his cheek. "Tell me," the king whispered again as he tugged the cloth out of the lawyer's mouth once again, "did you have sweet dreams?"

Sir Thomas made no interaction he just opened his eyes and stared ahead at the wall. He began to breathe heavily through his nose. He would not crack to give the king what he wanted and didn't deserve.

"Were they about my dear Katherine?" Henry mocked again as he let go of his captive's hair, "Did you make love to her? You probably did, actually I know you did! I can hear your moans in the next room."

Sir Thomas just growled. He stared straight ahead.

"Go to hell Harry," He spat furrowing his brow, "you will never get what you want."

Henry kicked Sir Thomas hard in the back knocking the air out of the humanist for a moment. The king walked in front of him and knelt down grabbing his captive's chin causing him to look up at him.

"See you stubbornness gets you nowhere just more agony," Henry growled gripping his chin tighter. Sir Thomas remained stern jaw clenched. His dark eyes stared back at him with venom and determination. The fact he was not trembling this time enraged Henry further. He was ready to kill his victim with his bare hands. No not yet Katherine needed to see it, "Now I will give you one last chance give me back what is rightfully mine and you shall be free."

"Let me think about it for a moment," Sir Thomas said causing the King's blue eyes light up for a moment. He closed his eyes for a moment as if he was actually thinking but in reality he wasn't. He then smirked, "No, I will never give her back to you. Do you think after the way you beheaded Madmoiselle Boleyn on false charges? Raped my daughter? And emotionally abused your wife I would let the woman I love come back to you? Over my dead corpse."

Henry frowned letting go of the humanist's face. He then walked to the edge of the bed where Sir Thomas slept so soundly before. The lawyer remained stern staring ahead at the wall. He would not look at him.

"I thought you learned a lesson about stubbornness a long time ago," Henry said sitting down on the bed folding his legs, "when I made your dear friend a head shorter for being just as stubborn as you are."

Sir Thomas took a sharp breath and closed his eyes. It was obvious to the king that he was distressed by the comment because his shoulders became tense. His head bowed to the ground and his bound hands balled into fists. No, he would not weep in front of him. He would wait for Henry to leave him alone to do so. Swallowing whatever tears that were forming in his eyes he lifted his head.

"Now Harry," He said turning his head back to the king, "you go too far."

Henry got up and walked back over to his captive, placing his large hands on his broad shoulders. He finally brought his mouth to the bound man's ear.

"What's wrong dear teacher," He said, "did I make you-"

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME HARRY!" Sir Thomas finally scowled .

"I am sorry you're right I went too far with that comment," Henry said raising his hands in surrender though this was exactly what he planned, "I'll leave you be, how about this I'll get you a goblet of water?"

"How will I know you won't poison it?" Sir Thomas spat back again looking away from him.

He heard Henry chuckle, as he did so he twisted his face in disgust. The next sound he heard was the door creaking open.

"I guess that is a yes," Was the last thing the king said before slamming the door shut.

Alone again. But the captive humanist didn't know how long. But the moment he was left alone he collapsed to the floor and began to weep. Weeping about a memory that haunted him for so long. He closed his eyes for a moment as he mind brought him back to that day. The familiar sense of feeling helpless rushing through his body as he watched his good friend John Fisher die right before his very eyes consumed him.

"I'M SORRY!" Sir Thomas wailed over and over again exactly as he did that dark and gloomy June day.

And for the first time in the short period he resided in this hellhole, he wanted nothing more for death to take him.

Henry chuckled manically as he heard his victim wailing behind the door. He knew that the man was not going to keep his sanity the moment he mentioned Fisher. The old, annoying traitor proved him to be quite useful dead. He walked away from the door and laughed even harder.

"I'M SORRY JOHN!" Henry mimicked Thomas in a mocking tone, "I am sorry that my moral pious saintly arse couldn't save you from the scaffold." He laughed again leaning his back against a wall. "It's been what…two years and he's still mourning about the damn quack? Hum, I always knew, despite his brilliant mind he was emotionally unstable."

And that emotionally unstable man had his soulmate. Henry frowned at the thought that the man gave him so much yet he took the one thing that made him happy.

"Sir Thomas if only I can tell you that I often wished that YOU were my father," Henry mused beginning one of his frantic rants to himself, "despite your lectures and some criticism of my actions." He suddenly stood up tall folding his hands in front of him like Sir Thomas often did and began to walk, "Harry don't go to war, Harry don't sleep with other women and sin you are King now set a good example, Harry don't break the church, Harry please don't kill Bishop Fisher, God won't be pleased with these actions Harry."

Henry paused when the thought of Moore's hypocracy of his words. He leaned against the wall and squeezed the bridge of his nose. "I didn't want to do this to you Thomas," He growled, "but I had no choice you took what's mine." He snarled as he leaned against the wall rolling his eyes, "but Harry…I can't let you have Katherine again after the way you beheaded Madmoiselle Boleyn! She was a traitor, a witch and a whore." He then walked over to the door and placed his palms flat upon the oak. "And you will pay the same price she did for ripping Katherine and I apart. Your life, and it won't be with no axe, no sword, no noose nor fire, I shall do it myself you don't deserve a dignified execution for what you've done. I wish I didn't have to Tom I really didn't, but YOU MADE me do this but I pray to fucking god you see the light before I have to!"

"Your majesty," A voice said interrupting his manic rant.

Henry turned his body fully around to find Francis Bryan and Thomas Seymour. He frowned furiously. "What are you doing here?"

Bryan and Seymour looked at each other and then back at the king.

"Your majesty," Seymour said calmly walking up the stairs slowly with his hands clasped behind his back. He knew he needed to keep his smarts if he wanted to make it out alive, "the whole country is worried about you and Sir Thomas…your wife especially, she just went into labor."

Henry chuckled it was convenient that Bryan and Seymour were here. They were both the type of people that were short tempered and violent, maybe they a little beating would persuade the traitor to give up Katherine for good. Henry gestured for the men to walk over. They obeyed walking carefully up the stairs.

"It's such wonderful news," Henry said with a sarcastic tone of voice, "we MUST tell our guest."

Seymour raised an eyebrow and tapped Bryan on the shoulder. "A guest," He whispered as Henry entered the dark room, "that must be Sir Thomas."

"Don't be silly," Bryan replied as they both followed the King into the dark room, "it's just one of Mr. Cromwell's crazy ass-," Both men stopped in their tracks and gasped at the sight in front of them. Sir Thomas Moore was kneeling on the floor with his hands bound behind him. "Your majesty what is Moore doing tied up in here."

Henry laughed and walked over to his captive gripping him tightly by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Seymour cringed when he heard a strained cry leaving Moore's lips. He watched helplessly as Henry dragged Moore over to a post and tied his hands above him. The young courtier was surprised of how Moore was reacting to his predicament.

His face was emotionless as he did not struggle nor cry. He did nothing to attack the king, not even when the tyrant bound his ankles together so he couldn't kick. His dark eyes showed bravery and determination. Henry looked at them in disgust before covering them with a white strip of fabric disabling the other man's sight and leaving Moore unprepared for sudden surprises.

Had Seymour been in that position he would have pissed himself in fear.

"You see Sir Thomas has something that is rightly mine," Henry said gripping tightly onto his captive's chin, "but this stubborn fool won't give it to me, I want you both….to convince him otherwise." He then whispered in Sir Thomas' ear, "you always feared pain, my beatings were nothing compared to the agony these men are to give you, once this is over you'll be very eager to give back to me what's mine."

The next action shook both Francis Bryan and Thomas Seymour to the core. Usually a man blindfolded and tied to stake or a pole would weep. But not Sir Thomas Moore, he just smiled and laughed:

"Bring on the pain then Harry, when it comes to protecting my love I have not a fear in the world."

Henry just chuckled before lightly smacking his mentor a couple of times on the cheek. "Typical," He said, "but I doubt it, now gentleman, I'll leave this in your hands, I would love to see the first punch though. Bryan why don't you do the honors?"

"Don't do it Francis," Seymour whispered, "Moore did nothing wrong."

Bryan looked back at his counterpart and did not respond. He walked over to the bound man and grabbed his chin roughly.

"You know better than to take things from his majesty," he growled crushing the other man's jaw with his thumb and other fingers.

"I didn't take Katherine," Sir Thomas said between gritted teeth, "Harry let her go and our love united us. And the bond that binds our love is so strong that his so called majesty won't even be able to sever it with an-"

Sir Thomas didn't even finish his sentence. Before he can utter another word Bryan dug his nails into the lawyer's cheek drawing blood. Before Sir Thomas could take a breath Bryan punched him in the stomach over and over before moving onto the lawyer's face. Seymour couldn't help but wince and turn away from the sight with tears falling down his eyes. He held his ears trying down the sounds of skin hitting skin, Sir Thomas' wails and bones cracking echoing off the walls. Finally the sound of weezing and coughing came. Moore must have been coughing out blood.

The madness went on for a few minutes before Henry screamed:

"THAT'S ENOUGH FOR NOW! I need him alive, give him a break…only for a few minutes…I need to write a letter to someone important…I shall be back in a hour tops."

As Henry left the room Sir Thomas gulped. The darkness made the pain worse. As he heard the door shut he arched his back upright towards the pole, soon more pain would come…..

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