It has been, 2 years since Natsu was brutally abducted from their mission. It was all a simple mission, until the dark wizards fled with their most trustworthy fire mage.

Flashback

The mysterious cloaked men hit Natsu with some kind of unknown magic power, and Natsu felt as dizzy as hell before they dragged him away to who-knows-where.

Lights.

Natsu woke up, startled. In a dark cell with little light and stuffy air. His limbs all tied up with a scratchy rope. He blinked unsuspectedly, the barred window let in little light, but enough to see the tormented looking room.

His breath started to speed up, and he struggled against the unwilling bonds of what seemed like gripping hands. The room started getting smaller and tighter as he frantically looked around the humid room that gave off a retched scent.

where the hell am I?

He tried to use his magic, but somehow he couldn't get his fire ignited no matter how hard he tried. Dammit, those bastards probably used some kind of anti-magic potions on me.

"All awake, I see..." A men with all black clothing opened up the bars. He looked fearful, the kind that nobody will dare to speak against his will kind of fearful. He had a clean beard on his chin. He had dark black eyes that seemed to exploit people into a hole of death. Natsu tried to open his mouth to speak, but he had no energy whatsoever in his body, he had to obey, he couldn't do anything. He hated the feeling of not being able to resist or fight against people.

There were torture devices all over the table, whips, knives, and burning metal. Natsu gulped in fear. What is the man about to do to him? He watched the man slide his finger across the tools, as each seconds goes by, he can feel himself getting more and more hopeless. The man selected the sharpest scalpel he has ever saw in his whole life.

"Grey... Lucy... Erza... Someone help..." He mumbled to himself as the man takes one, two, three steps. It was like countdown for the apocalypse, only he was the only person suffering.

Everything after that, seemed like blurs. Day after day, pain after pain. It was so... Circuitous. Month after month, he slowly became numb. He was no longer afraid. He was used to the routine. Of blood, torture and the unspeakable pain it brought him.

-Present-

The guild was lively, but everyone could feel that ever since Natsu was taken two years ago, the guild hasn't been the same. It will never be the same without the pink-haired flame head and his careless, happy smile. Lucy looked at the emblem on her right hand, and sorrow began to grow in her heart.

She cried the 2 months after Natsu was missing, or taken. Everyone in the guild tried to look for him. They looked everywhere, investigating, searching. But, not a clue has been found. None.

Everyone was missing a piece of their lives, a piece that Natsu made up. Sure, Grey still strips, Erza still loves cake, Lucy still writes. They all knew that without Natsu, they don't feel like themselves anymore.

"Quit eating the silverware like they're potato chips, Gajeel!" Erza yelled, and Gajeel stopped. Everyone feared Titania and obeyed her since Salamander left, Gajeel didn't have a competitor to improve with, or a idiot to crack jokes with.

"Grey-sama, you're stripping again." Juvia commented, drooling and smiling. "OH NO!" Grey shrieked, his old hobby getting the best of him again. It was in July, the month of Natsu's Birthday. Grey and Natsu were comrades, and they always fought along with each other at the hardest times, the happiest times, and of course, the weirdest times. Grey didn't show much emotion when the news broke about Natsu. But nobody knew that after he got home, he sat alone on the couch looking at the picture of them together for three whole hours.

Mirajane smiled and wiped the wine glasses as she watched. Natsu were there to cheer her up when Lisanna was dead, and blamed himself for her death. Mirajane mourned his death, of course. Even the she-devil was hitten strongly about his kidnapping, or missing.

Levy was reading a book, and jotting down notes along the way. Levy and Natsu didn't talk with each other privately a lot, but they were still close friends and everyone in the guild was, of course, family.

They posted flyers everywhere, on the streets, in pubs, in restaurants, in public RESTROOMS, in lacrima vision stores... Everywhere

The guild seemed perfect, to an outsider. But the guild members knew, that it wasn't the the cheerful mood in the guild was gone, and what was left was only a hint of liveliness and filled with melancholy scent.

"BIG NEWS, BIG NEWS!" Jet bolted in, grabbing everybody's attention. He had been out searching for information about the dragon fire slayer again.

"What is it?" Makarov stepped forward, concerned.

"Blue Pegasus has found traces of Natsu!" Jet announced, excitedly. Everyone immediately surrounded Jet and questioned him. "REALLY?" "WHERE?" "ARE YOU SERIOUS?" "ARE YOU SURE?" "LEAD US THERE! WE"RE GOING TO BEAT THOSE FAGGOTS UP!"

"QUIET!" Makarov shouted, gesturing for Jet to continue. "Blue Pegasus was on a mission. And they thought they saw Natsu hung up in the cells for one second as they passed by an abandoned tower." Jet explained, reading from a wrinkled, egg-shell colored paper crumbled tightly between his fists.

"What are we waiting for? Erza, Grey, Lucy. You guys go get him And I want him back as soon as you can get him and those people so dead no one will find traces of them. Happy, you can go as well." Makarov ordered, and the mages ran out without speaking a word. "YOU DON"T KNOW WHERE TO GO YET!" Jet followed out, waving around the letter.

The rest of the members waited, restless, fidgety, the news were causing butterfly swarms in their stomaches

-after 2 hours-

Natsu's head slightly rose up as he heard the muffled screams and fighting outside of his cells. He has just been done getting tortured for the day, and he was out cold. Just like every single day.

Erza and Grey were downstairs fighting the members of the dark guild, and the guards of the guild. All of them were tiny little wimps, but a couple of them were pretty tough to beat the life out of. Lucy couldn't help much, since everyone were so concerned about Natsu's current situation, and if it was actually a scam or not.

Lucy sprinted in the building, looking for Natsu. Room after room after room, they were all pitch black and gave off such a intimidating and spine-chilling feeling that Lucy wouldn't have ever dare to step her foot inside for one second. She was running out of air by the time she arrived in front of the rusty, heavy door that screeched so high it sounded like the scream of a horror movie ghost when she carefully pushed it opened. She arrived, in the tower.

The only existing, physical object in the tower, was a set of mossy spiralling stair case that lead up so high, she couldn't see the end of it. She had a sickening feeling in her stomach, that what was in there, was Natsu restrained against the brick wall, his head hung low against his bloody chest, with wounds that looked so agonizing it hurt for her just to examine it.

The stairs rose and ascend, and with every step she took, a tiny pebble appeared in her stomach, dragging her feet. She didn't want to see Natsu's suffrage, it will be almost too tedious to see. Finally, at the end of the never-ending stairway, she reached a dark hallway with a single cell at the end of the room. She saw a figure that looked so dilapidated, she tried to look away, but she knew she had to fight on, like her comrades downstairs.

She sped up slowly, getting faster, she clamped her gate keys in her palm, Her spirits will be there for her. They're like, her family. "OPEN, GATE OF THE GOLDEN BULL, TAURUS! "MOO, Lucy, you're looking FINE today!" Taurus complimented, not noticing Natsu trapped behind him. "What do you want me to do today, I'll do anything for such a FINE body!" "Please, open that door for me." Lucy said, a tear trickling down her face. Taurus's expression stiffened as he turned around. Even though he was a spirit, he was dumbfounded by this scene. "Okay." He replied without a perverted comment and opened the door effortlessly with his axe, and returned back to the celestial world silently. Lucy walked in the room, she didn't care about the stench. She wanted to get Natsu out of that disgusting hell hole those bastards trapped him in for two, whole, years.

The room was damp, moist, humid, and so horrific and awful Lucy's legs felt like they were made of paper and wobbled like she was a mere puppet. She couldn't help it, at all. She wanted to straighten up and bravely rescue Natsu, but she hated herself for being so cowardly. Crimson blood was everywhere, The whole floor was covered with... Disgusting excretion, blood, fece, and muddy water puddles or... Was Natsu on the wall every single minute every single day? Was the floor his own bathroom?

Lucy's stomach turned into a knot as she studied the metal table, filled with blood-stained tools. Scalpels, whips, burning metal... She turned her head away from those sick weapons and utensils. Lucy cupped up her mouth to prevent her from loudly gagging as she saw the "food trays" dumped in a corner of the room. There were maggots squirming around on the raw meat, and the vegetables looked like they have been covered in, human waste. Was this what Natsu had to live off of?

The cell had a tiny window that has been barred up as well. It was right in front of Natsu. It looked on to the whole city, and Lucy's heart plummeted as she realised that Natsu could just look at the freedom that lied ahead of him, but he couldn't go out, he couldn't fight, he couldn't communicate with others. It seemed like they wanted Natsu as a tiny pet inside a cage.

They treated him too much like a dog, too much.

"Natsu? It's me, Lucy. We're going home." Lucy said, softly as Natsu looked up at her with his tired eyes, now without that sparkle he used to have.

"Lucy... Lucy..."Natsu repeated on, as glistening tears started to swell up in his eyes. He remembered, that Lucy was his friend and Fairy Tail was his home.

"We're going to go home now..." Lucy said as she untied Natsu from the wall. She was so careful and mindful about every single movement she made as if Natsu was a delicate baby no one wanted to hurt.

"Home... Fa-Fairy Tail?" Natsu stared at her with his eyes and stuttered. His eyes became watery as a few salty tears began to roll down his cheeks. He doesn't know why he is crying, he just felt warmth and sanctuary with those words so much he felt relieved to even hear it. Lucy nodded, she was afraid she would scare him for suddenly crying loudly.

Natsu was flaccid, deliberated and almost looked as if he had no bones, no muscles, and as if all the life was sucked up. He was unkempt, dirty, unsanitary. But again, who would even expect him to take showers in this hell hole? The only part of his skin that was not covered with blood was... The places the straps were kept around. There were dried blood around his body everywhere, and unspeakable cuts with some ones that are probably going to last for ones, long ones, new ones, infected ones. His body was covered in blue, green, varied sized bruises, spit stains and footprints. And across of his back were whip marks with blood gushing out of them... Natsu's right leg was broken, and swollen. He reeked that flies were buzzing around him.

Lucy's heart sank at this very image. It can't be that bright, happy boy who cheered everyone up, who held her hand to missions, who cracked jokes and broke into her room.

Next to his foot, was the treasured scarf he loves so much. Now it's yellow with countless footprints plastered across of it. her heart broke, if only she knew how much pain and humiliation it was for them to stomp on it like Natsu's heart.

"We... We're going to Fairy Tail, yes?" Natsu reassured again, looking at Lucy.

Lucy almost broke down crying. "Yes, Fairy Tail." Lucy sobbed as she carried him out of the door. She saw a notebook plastered across the floor next to the entrance. And she picked it up. Written in black marker across of it read : Natsu Dragneel's torture log. She cringed as fire began to grew in her heart. Why did they record this, for their own personal enjoyment? Those pathetic losers. Good thing they're all dead.

"Lucy... Lucy..." Natsu whispered as they walked down the stairs. He felt ill, and he wanted to just crash down and go into sleep forever. He never could've had a good sleep. The longest sleep he ever had was 2 hours.

Natsu was incredibly skinny as well. Lucy remembered the food that were rudely thrown on the floor. If she was him, she wouldn't have taken one single bite out of it, neither.

Erza and Grey were about to go up to investigate, but saw Lucy walking down slowly with their old friend on her shoulder. They both drew in a sharp breath as they saw him jumping down the stairs.

Erza turned away and almost cried on the spot. "Oh, my god." Grey staggered. Even if Natsu was his arch nemesis, he couldn't believe the terrible stage he was in. Natsu was his best friend, and he couldn't look at him like this. It was too painful. "What did they do to him?" Grey asked as he studied Natsu's broken body.

"Grey... Erza..." Natsu repeated their names. He could remember it from somewhere deep inside his brain. Those names meant protection, happiness and shelter.

In the carriage, Natsu was sick, just like his old self. "Still a douchebag who gets car sick." Grey said as he swallowed back the tears. "I missed you so much, you knuckle head." Lucy looked at him as tears rolled down her cheeks. Erza was too stunned to speak. This was her friend that she used to fight with and had many good laughs with... And now, he's broken.

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