Stories of Tie Up Games

by chadmc90 » Sun Mar 02, 2014 12:26 pm

Hey, guys, I made a mistake with the Targaryen slaves. There were five instead of 6. I fixed i with this list.

End of Chapter 23 Organization

And thanks everyone for the feedback!

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 24: The Power of the Targaryens


“From this day until our fall, which will never happen, you are now officially members of Team Targaryen!” Ameon declared to the four former tribal boys turned slaves.

“Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” they said in a respectful and gracious tone.

“And as for you: you failed in your duties as a slave, and therefore must be punished.” said Ameon. “Follow me!”

Ameon and the new team members lead the slave out in front of the fort. Upon exiting, the warm summer sun beamed down on the boys, making them warm. As they walked away from the door, the slave noticed something that made him cringe.

“For your punishment, you will have to suffer 3 hours tied to this.” said Ameon.

On the ground lay several crosses that were used in the coliseum games. Like those crosses, they had several leather restraints for restraining someone attached.

“And now for your first assignment, restrain this worthless slave to one of the crosses!” Ameon commanded.

No! Please master! Don't do this!” the boy pleaded. “I'll be good, I swear!”

But the boy's words fell on deaf ears. The new team members immediately grabbed the boy and drug him to one of the crosses. In nothing but boxer shorts, the boys forced his back to the face of the cross and held him down. They began to lock in the leather restraints around his wrists, arms, legs, ankles, neck, and waist. After they finished with that, they stood the cross up, which had supports at the bottom of it to support the weight of the boy. When they finished, Ameon smiled at the work of his new members.

“Good job on your first assignment!” said Ameon, as he looked up to the struggling boy. “But there is one problem!” The new members looked tensed for a moment. “The other crosses are empty.” The boys were really hoping that Ameon hadn't changed his mind. But in their position, they could make a run for it, or possibly even overpower Ameon. Then Ameon's cousins and brothers along with other members exited the fortress.

“I see you chose the new team members.” said Aerys, looking at the former slaves and glancing at the cross with the remaining slave.

“Yep.” Ameon replied. “Did you bring the map?” Ameon asked Daeneric.

“Yea.” Daeneric said as he rolled out the map of the area. “The nearest camp is on an island south of here. You have to get there by boat, though.”

And then the boys noticed a group of boys pulling on a trailer what looked like a boat.

“Oh, good. It arrived just in time!” Ameon said.

“Please don't tell me you ordered that thing.” Daeneric said.

“Yes I did. And before you ask, I am NOT planing to look for that thing.” Ameon explained, thinking about the lightning object at the bottom of the lake. “We are going to use that boat to capture the tribals on that small island.”

“I see. You think you can fit all of your team on that thing?” Deneric asked.

“Won't know until we try.” said Ameon.

“Sigh. Well whatever.” said Daeneric.

The boys with the boat arrived at the fort. After Ameon signed some paperwork, the boys left the fort.

“Good. Now we need need to go to the lake. Aegon. Aerys. You come with me along with 6 other teammates. Daeneric and Viscerys, you stay here with the rest and watch the fort.” said Ameon.

“Ok.” said Daeneric. “Just don't drown.”

“Haha.” Ameon said as the team grabbed the trailer handles. They noticed several oars inside for rowing the boat. Before they left, they grabbed several ropes and bandannas to restrain and gag the boys. Ameon then remembered the stun gun that was used in the tournament. Not Robert nor his workers asked for it back, so Ameon decided to keep it for himself. Ameon also grabbed it. “This can come in handy.” he thought to himself.

The boys then headed for the lake. Upon arriving, they noticed the small island and also saw some tents where the tribals stayed.

“That must be it!” said Ameon. They immediately began to drag the boat off the trailer and into the water. One by one, the boys climbed inside until the boat was full. Aegon and his brother climbed in first, and to their surprise, all of them were able to get on.

“Do you think we will have room for five more?” Aegon asked. Ameon then looked around. It was a tight fit, but Ameon believed that they could fit the rest on.

“I think so.” said Ameon. Some of the boys then grabbed the oars and pushed off the shore. The boat then started moving towards the island.

On the island, Drogo sat with the other tribals. The island wasn't big, but they had a small boat for leaving if they chose. Drogo was a muscular boy of 17. He had black hair, which was tied together by a ponytail in the back. He had very dark skin and brown eyes. The others immediately recognized him as their leader.

“So any luck finding anything?” asked Drogo to one of the other tribals.

“No.” said the boy.

“So how are we going to get on a team?” asked one of the boys.

“We will have to capture some of them first, but it wont be easy.” said Drogo.

Aside from scouting out areas, the boys really had nothing to do on the small island. They had access to power and a laptop for accessing the network, so they ordered some things to keep them occupied while they waited for the chance to join up on a team. But little did they know, a team was coming to them. They weren’t paying any attention to the waters, so the arrival of the Targaryens caught them off guard. The Targaryens arrived at the shore of the island and got off the boat.

Drogo heard the boat hit the shore, and immediately turned around to see what was going on. He noticed the Targaryens approaching the camp.

“Who is that?” said one of the boys.

“I don't know, but judging by those headbands, it looks like a team.” said Drogo.

Drogo didn't know whether to run or stay. What if they were here to offer a place on their team? The email sent out the other day said that headbands could be purchased at the store. But on the other hand, they could be here to enslave them. Drogo didn't know what to do. He glanced at his brethren and noticed they were just as confused.

“Greetings!” Said Ameon. “I am Ameon Targaryen! Future king of the Wooden Throne, and Leader of Team Targaryen!”

Drogo recognized the name and became even more nervous. But he kept his defensive stance, anticipating an attack.

“I am here today to relieve you of your boredom. From this day on, you will become part of Team Targaryen!”

Drogo's eyes then widened. “Could it be true? Can we finally join a team?” he thought. He bought into Ameons words, and started walking toward team Tagaryen.

“Are you serious? Can we join your team?” asked Drogo.

“Of course you can! We wouldn't have wasted our time getting here if you couldn't!” Ameon said.

Drogo's face then produced a smile.

“Thank you! Thank you!” Drogo replied. Drogo then held out his hand to shake Ameons. As they shook hands, Ameon used his other to pull out the stun gun he was hiding under his shirt.

“As slaves.” he said as he pulled the trigger. The muscular boy then fell to the ground after the impact of the stun gun. The rest of Team Targeryen tackled the other 4 tribal boys. Ameon then went to work on restraining Drogo while the rest of the team restrained the other boys.

“Search the camp for any valuables.” said Ameon.

They found a small box with credits inside, as well as food and other things. Ameon then looked to the shore and discovered the much smaller boat the tribals were using.

“Its our lucky day!” Ameon thought when he noticed the boat. “Hey, guys. There's another boat over here.” He said. “Me, my brothers, and the big guy here will take this boat back. The rest of you will return with the slaves on the other boat.”

Ameon then dragged Drogo to the boat with his brothers' help and placed him inside. The rest of the teams loaded the larger boat. They then rolled back to the shore.

Drogo finally recovered from the stun gun. He then realized the position he and his other brethren were in.

“You tricked us!” he said struggling against his bonds.

“No, I said you were going to be part of our team.” Ameon replied.

“But we thought we were going to join as team members!” Drogo said angrily.

“Oh, my bad! I guess I should have explained myself better.” Ameon said sarcastically.

Drogo didn't say another word. He looked over to his comrades on the other boat and gave them a “I'm sorry” look. They noticed this and held their chin down.

The ride back wasn't very eventful. They arrived at shore and loaded the boats on the trailer. They then marched back to the fortress. By this time, dusk had settled in as the skies started to darken. When they arrived at the fortress, Drogo looked up at the boy on the cross. By this time, he had already tired out of struggling, and was now limp on the cross. Drogo then noticed other crosses on the ground, and started to get even more nervous.

“Now, for your first punishment, you will join the other boy and have some time on the crosses.” Ameon said. The tribals then started to struggle frantically at this, but the teams quickly went to work. They stripped each tribal of everything but their shorts and restrained them to the crosses in the same fashion as the other boy.

“While your up there, think about your positions more carefully. We will take you down after supper, and show you your new living quarters.” Ameon explained to the tribals as he observed them on the crosses. He and the rest of the team went inside the fortress.

At the Greyjoy Fortress, Balon was down in the dungeon torturing his slave Carlos. He had him tied to a wheel like beam that was leaning against the wall. The shackles were positioned in a way that had Carlos spread out in an X shape. Once again, he was only wearing a speedo. Carlos also had on a blindfold over his eyes and a bandanna over his mouth.

“Yeooow!” he said through the bandanna as the electric wand touched his belly.

“Ouch, I bet that hurt!” Balon said. He then touched Carlos's nipple and got the same reaction.

Balon had then held the wand down on his bellybutton which made Carlos frantic trying to get it off.

“MMMMMPH!” Carlos said thorough the bandanna.

As Balon tormented Carlos, Victarion came down the stairs.

“Team Lannister wants to speak to you, Balon.” he said.

by chadmc90 » Sun Mar 02, 2014 11:16 pm

Had some extra time tonight to write another chapter. Mostly talking, but it's not the boring kind(at I think it's not)

By the way, remember that there is a new poll up. You can vote up to three times. Also, I moved the Side Stories to a different topic. Find the link at the bottom of my posts.

End of Chapter 24 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 25: Changing Tides


“Balon, it's Tywin.” said Victarion.

Balon lifted the wand off Carlos's body to his relief. He turned around to face his younger brother.

“Tywin, huh!?” said Balon. “I guess I better see what he wants.” Balon and Victarion went up to the second floor to speak to Tywin. Carlos, still bound to the circular beam, was tired after the tormenting. His body hang limp from his restraints.

“I don't know how much more I can take!” Carlos thought. “Every day has been a nightmare since I was 'given' to these a$$holes. They whip me, wash me, shock me, strip me to my underwear, and outright humiliate me! And it's all because Balon and his brothers hate Robb, and they take their anger out on me? What did I do to deserve this?” Carlos started to tear up again. He has been through a lot in week the tournament has started, and already he was ready to quit. But it was too late now. He had to tough it out. He hoped and prayed that Team Greyjoy would fall, and he could be free; at least from the Greyjoys. Carlos couldn't hold it in anymore. He started to whimper and cry.

At that moment, a boy walked down the stairs. Hayden, a member of Team Greyjoy, is a short hazel eye kid with short brown hair. At the age of 14, he is 5'6'' with slightly tanned skin. As he walked, he heard whimpering from the interrogation room. He immediately went and checked out the bound boy. He saw the bound and shirtless figure against the wall and approached him. The boy removed Carlos's bandanna gag and pulled his face up to see the teary eyed boy.

“You ok?” the boy asked softly, concerned about the boy.

There were many things Carlos wanted to say. But given that this was NOT a Greyjoy brother and that the boy seemed genuine, Carlos decided not to direct his anger at him.

“I'm alive.” said Carlos.

“I'm sorry for what they are doing to you.” the boy said as he held a glass of water to Carlos's lips.

“It's not your fault.” said Carlos. Carlos took a much needed drink from the cup. He nearly drank it all before the boy moved it away to give Carlos time to swallow.

“Balon sent me down here to untie you and put you back in your cell.” The boy said as he started to undo Carlos's handcuffs. “So you don't have to worry about him tormenting you. At least for tonight.”

“Ok” Carlos said. After unlocking the last restraint, Carlos fell from the beam and onto Hayden, catching his fall. After getting on his feet, Carlos started to massage his wrists.

“I guess they're sore.” Hayden noticed.

“You get used to it eventually.” said Carlos.

“You want to take a shower?” asked Hayden. “Balon said that if you did, then you would have to get a 'dogs' shower, but since it's me and not him I will let you get your own.”

“You would do that?” Carlos asked. “But what if they found out?”

“No ones here to find out.” said Hayden. “And if they did, I would take the fall for it.”

“Thanks!” Carlos said. Carlos then went to the dungeon showers, stripped himself and began to wash himself. For the first time since arriving in this fortress, Carlos has finally been able to take a shower by himself. He made sure to enjoy is as long as he could, which Hayden didn't mind. Hayden brought a fresh set of clothes for him to change into when he finished. Hayden set beside the shower on the outside of the wall that partially hid the person inside.

“Carlos, just so you know, the rest of the team isn't happy with Balon either. We've been talking amongst ourselves, and we simply don't like how they've treated you. And on top of that, all he thinks about is Robb Stark. He's obsessed beyond comprehension. That’s someone we don't need leading us.”

A weight had been lifted off Carlos's chest. For days now, all he thought about was how he was going to survive this ordeal. But now that the team has turned against their leader, he could see the end of his torment in sight.

“So, why haven't you done anything about it yet?” Carlos asked.

“We are waiting for the right time. The main issue is the Lannisters. Remember we have an alliance with them, and who knows how they would react if Balon is overthrown. Plus, it could also be a sign of weakness from the other teams, and they may try to take advantage.

“I see.” Carlos said. “So when do you think it will happen.” asked Carlos as he rinsed the soap off his body.

“No clue. We have to get our priorities straight first, but that could take some time.” said Hayden.

“I just hope its soon.” said Carlos.

“Yea.” said Hayden.

Unbeknownst to the boys, Maron was standing outside the front door listening in on the conversation. After it finished he walked into the interrogation room and surprised the two boys.

“Planning to overthrow us, huh?” said Maron.

Hayden rose out of his chair, looking like he had seen a ghost.

“Uh, Maron, it's not what you think!” he said, trying to come up with something.

“Save your breath. I have known about your plans even before now.”

Hayden was now confused. How did he find out?

“Relax, I just found out earlier after listening to the other teammates.” said Maron. “And I'm going to help!”

Hayden's jaw dropped. “What was he talking about?” Hayden thought.

“Look, I've been doing a lot of thinking about my family, and especially about Theon. You remember us talking about him, right? He's our other brother that is on Team Stark.” Hayden nodded his head up and down. “Theon has been pretty much disowned by Balon for befriending Robb. And at one time I also felt the same way. But after thinking about it, it wasn't Robb that stole Theon away from us; Rather it was us that drove Theon away.” Hayden listened silently as Maron explained. “Lately, Balon has become obsessed with this thing with Robb, and is blinded with sheer hatred. Don't get me wrong, I love my brother as I do all the others, but I now see that Balon needs to be stopped.”

“So, you will help us then?” Carlos said as he stepped out of the shower. He had a towel over his waste to cover himself.

“Yea. I will. But I don't know how the rest of my brothers feel. So it needs to be kept under wraps.” said Maron.

Then some more of Team Greyjoy walked in.

“He's right, Hayden. We all want to win this thing, but we need a strong and determined leader that doesn't obsess over one person.” said one of them.

“Carlos, after this is over, we will have at least one headband available. I will let you have it if you make a promise that you will forget your previous position with Team Baratheon and join our side!”

For the first time in a week, Carlos smiled. “I really didn't know them that well anyway! And you guys are the only people that has shown any consideration for me since joining! Team Baratheon hasn't made any effort to save me, so I owe them nothing. I promise!”

Maron smiled. “Good. I ask all of you to be patient. In the coming days, the Greyjoy/Lannister alliance will move against the Stark/Frey alliance. When that happens, we WILL take down the Starks and Freys!”

“Maron, there’s one more thing.” said one of the other team members. “I think you should take over as team leader from now on. We all discussed it while you was down here.”

Maron's eyes widened. “Me?” Maron asked. Maron had assumed that the team still didn't trust him, but this was surprising. “But I assumed one of you wanted to take the position.”

“Well, you are already an adviser. And instead of ratting us out to Balon, you decided to side with us. You really didn't seem that bad of a guy when we met you, definitely not like Balon, and you seem to have a leveled head. So we decided to choose you. Just name some of us advisers, and we will be cool with it.”

“Wow. I don't know anything else to say but....thanks!” said Maron.

The boys went back upstairs to bed. For the first time, Carlos was looking forward to the future. He couldn't wait to be free from his slavery and once again be a team member. But he would still have endure Balon's rampage until then. Maron eventually went back upstairs along with Hayden. Carlos still had to sleep in the dungeons to keep Balon and his other brothers fooled. But that night, he finally rested easy, knowing that he had a chance to win his freedom back.

Balon, up in his room, was talking to Tywin via a video chat as Maron and the others were downstairs plotting against him.

“And that's our plan for the ambush.” said Tywin, finishing the details of their ambush. “Have you told your team that we are planning to ambush them?

“Just my brothers. We will break the news to them tomorrow. I was waiting for these details until then.” Balon said.

“Do it as soon as possible. We move against them in a few days. They need to be ready.” suggested Tywin.

“Fine.” said Balon. Maron had walked through the door after Balon ended the chat.

“So, did you discuss the details?” Maron asked.

“Yea. We will strike in two days. We will catch the Starks off guard. Then after we finish with them, we will double team the Freys. Get ready, brother! Soon we will have all the Stark brothers in our grasp, and we can teach that cunt Theon a lesson.” said Balon.

Balon's remarks about Theon annoyed him, but he did not express this on his face.

“Yea. Well we can talk about this in the morning. I am getting tired.” Maron said as he left the room. But Balon's voiced stopped him.

“Maron.” he said.

“Yea?” he asked back.

“When we do get Theon back, he will pay. But he is still our brother. You, me and the rest of our brohers will make him see the errors of his ways. He will be punished severely.”

Maron knew exactly what Balon meant. He wanted to speak out against Balon, but he knew now was not the time. “Yea, I know. But what if he never learns?” Maron asked.

“Then I guess we have no use for him, then. He will be a slave, and just like Carlos, he will know the very meaning of the word the way we think about it.” Balon said ominously.

Maron knew he had to make sure this didn't happen. Theon and Carlos had been punished enough, and they didn't even deserve it.

“I understand.” Maron said. “Goodnight, Balon.”

by chadmc90 » Mon Mar 03, 2014 9:24 pm

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Thanks to all my readers!

End of Chapter 25 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 26: Lannisters targeted


The following day, members of team Stark and Team Frey met to prepare for the ambush. John, Logan, and Chase were sent for Team Stark while Walder's brother Olyvar and two others, including the twin brother who provided the information from his twin on Team Lannister, were sent by Walder. The sky was clear which allowed the summer sun to beam down, forecasting another hot day for the area. It was still morning, and they had a couple hours before noon which is when they will strike. The group walked quietly through the woods, trying not to gain attention of anyone else that could be in the area. They made their way to the rendezvous point where Team Lannister's scouts are expected to pass.

“How much longer do we like?” asked John.

“Just a little further.” said Olyvar.

They continued walking along the forest floor. The trees provided some shade from the rising sun, which made the trip more bearable. The group eventually came to a small opening.

“This is the place.” said the twin.

They hid behind some nearby bushes to wait for the Lannister scouts to show. They waited for what seemed to them like forever, anxiously anticipating the battle ahead.

“What all did you bring to bind them?” asked Olyvar softly.

“I brought some rope, handcuffs, and some shock collars.” said John.

“Good. That's what we brought, too.” said Olyvar.

Soon enough, they heard some talking from the distance. Along with the talking they heard brushing against some bushes.

“Do you think that's them?” asked Chris.

“Shh. Just keep an eye on the clearing.” said Olyvar.

4 boys appeared into the clearing. They noticed the familiar yellow headbands and clothing that signified Team Lannister.

“Whew! Glad it's break time!” one of them said. “Hey wheres that canteen?”

“Here you go.” another said as he handed the boy a canteen that hung from his shoulders.

“Thanks.” he said, as he gulped down whatever was inside. The Lannister scouts then seated themselves on a nearby tree under the shade. They listened to the conversation.

“Man, I wish the temperature would drop some!” said one of Lannisters.

“Yea I know. I heard it was supposed to rain tomorrow, though.” said another.

“I just hope Jeoffery doesn't make us scout out in it. That would be torture.”

“Well, he is the biggest a$$hole in the tournament.”

“Haha! Don't say that to his face, though.”

“What is he gonna do, throw us in the dungeons?”

“Well he is our leader unfortunately.”

“But if he makes a habit of that, then who will stand up to protect him?”

“Yea. Honestly, Tywin should take over. He might be Robert's younger brother, but we all know Tywin is the one that will win us the game.”

“I have to go and take a piss.”

“Yea me too.”

The two got up and went into the woods. The Stark/Frey group decided to move in and take them by surprise. They immediately rushed out from behind and charged the unsuspecting boys.

“What the..”

By the time they realized what was going on, it was already too late. They were tackled to the ground and immediately subdued. They were each handcuffed behind their backs. The boys then begun to wrap the ropes around their torso and arms, tying their arms to their body. For added insurance, shock collars were snapped around their necks.

“What the hell? Who are you...MMMHP.” They were hand gagged by Chase and Logan.

“Shh. I don't want you making any more sounds.” said Chase.

“MmMMmmph.” said the boy through his hand gag.

“It's too late! We are taking you back with us to the Stark Fortress.

This prompted them to squirm even more.

“Here, lets gag them with these.” John said, holding up two ball gags.

“Yea!” said Chase.

“You stupid fuMMMPH” they said as the ball gags were stuffed into their mouths. They then tied their feet to further prevent them from escaping.

“Now we wait on the others.” said Olyvar. Not too long afterward, the other too walked back to the opening. The smiles on their faces disappeared after they noticed their teammates were missing.

“Where did they go?” one of them said. To the Lannister's surprise, 6 boys suddenly appeared from the bushes and circled their soon to be captives.

“Uh, who are you guys?” the boy asked before noticing the blue and white headbands that represented Team Stark and Frey respectfully.

“I think you know the answer to that!” said Olyvar.

The two boys stood back-to-back, anticipating the coming ambush. When it came, they put up little resistance. They were restrained in the same fashion, ballgag included.

“Wow, that went much easier than expected. Almost too easy.” Logan said, as he looked towards the twin. Then they heard some shuffling in the woods. A boy wearing a Lannister headband walked out into the open. But right away, they recognized the other twin brother.

“Shane!” said the Lannister twin.

“Ike!” said the Frey twin back. They embraced each other in a tight hug.

“They seem close!” said John.

“You know how it is with twins. These two are especially close. Shane talks about his brother all the time.” Olyvar explained.

“So I see you got them!” said Ike. Shane smiled back.

“So why are you here?” asked John.

“Uh, well I kinda wanted to see my brother. I know it has been a couple days, but I miss him.” said Ike.

“You know how risky that is? What if we didn't succeed and were caught? You just happen to show up out of nowhere when your team was suddenly ambushed!” said Olyvar.

“Well I didn't just rush out here. I was hiding to make sure it was ok.” said Ike.

“Well, whats done is done. Now that we have these four tied, what do we do with you?” Olyvar said with an evil grin. Ike started to get nervous.

“Wait, what are you planning to do?” Shane asked Olyvar.

“He is a member of Team Lannister, and therefore he is our enemy.” said Olyvar.

“But he helped us get these guys!” said Shane.

“Im sorry, but he comes as well. We have to weaken our enemies fighting force, and with the team members we captured today we reduced the Lannister's numbers by a third.” said Olyvar.

“T...take me!” said Ike hesitantly. The others were surprised by this.

“What?” Olyvar asked.

“Even if it means becoming a slave, I don't want to win this tournament without my brother. At first, I thought I could do it, but now I can't. So just please let me come with you! I'll do anything you ask.”

“Ike...” Shane said as Chase and Logan handcuffed his wrists. They then heard shuffling in the woods nearby. When they went over to see what was going on, they saw another Lannister boy freeing his comrades.

“Oh sh*t!” he said. He had already freed two of the captives. But rather than take on 6 of them, the three boys made a run for it as fast as they could.

“Run after them!” John said as Chase and Logan followed them.

“Wait!” Olyvar said. “Don't do it! It could be a trap.”

“What are you talking about?” John asked.

“I don't have time to explain. Lets get these two's feet unbound and get out of here. Radio your brothers on that Walkie Talkie and warn them that we are on our way!” said John. He remembered the Walkie Talkies that Robb ordered for occasions like this. “Get a move on!” Olyvar commanded again. “For all we know, the entire Lannister team could be on their way now!”

They immediately unbound the remaining two slaves' legs to allow them to walk. They ran as fast as they could back towards the Stark Fortress. John radioed Robb to update him on the status as they ran.

“What makes you sure that more will come?” asked John.

“Ike was probably followed. I am venturing to guess that Team Lannister also has those to keep in contact with.” replied Olyvar.

“Oh.” John said realizing the gravity of the situation. Being bound, the Lannister captives couldn't run as fast as the others.

“Robb is sending some reinforcements toward our location just in case.” said John.

“Good. We may need them!” They were almost at the border. “Just a little further.” John thought. But the sounds of boys behind them running and yelling did not bode well for the team.

“Don't stop! Keep running!” Olyvar encouraged. But the footsteps were closing in, and they were coming in fast.

by chadmc90 » Thu Mar 06, 2014 5:39 pm

End of Chapter 26 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 27: Surrounded


Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances
Chapter 27: Surrounded

“I here them!” said John.

“We can't stop, come one you guys! If you slack for anything I'll send a jolt into your neck.” Olyvar warned the captives.

John, Olyvar, Chase, Logan, Ike, Shane, one Frey kid, and the other two Lannister captives ran for the Stark Fortress to escape what sounded like Team Lannister chasing behind them. They didn't want to take any chances.

“How far are we from the Stark Fortress?” Olyvar asked John.

“We still like a ways.” John replied. “About 7 – 10 minutes at the pace were going.”

“Damn. That's pretty far!” said Olyvar.

Sweat poured down their faces as rays from the summer sun beamed down through openings in the trees. They ran for another 5 minutes, maneuvering around trees and bushes. But the footsteps behind them were getting closer, and they were still not close.

One of the Lannister boys had an idea. If he “tripped,” maybe it would give them enough time to catch up to them. The captors would have to stop and help him up, thinking that if they left behind one of the captives they worked so hard to get that this risk would be for naught. But then the captive thought about Jeoffery's warning. “If any of you get captured and I have to send out teammates to rescue you, then I will punish you severely!” And here he was, tied and running from his own team. Indeed he had a decision to make: either become slaves to the Starks/Freys or endure who knows what from Jeoffery. The boy, indecisively, kept running. And even worse, another team could have somehow intercepted the operation and are chasing them instead of the Lannisters. These thoughts ran through his mind as he tried to make a decision. But it was too late for a decision. Immediately, something hit John's leg that caused him to trip.

“OWWW!” John said as he tumbled to the ground. He noticed some red liquid dripping down his leg.

“What happened?” Olyvar said as he helped John to his feet. But then seven Lannister team members surrounded the group of boys.

“Good shot, Sam.” said one of them.

“Thanks!” he replied. Sam was a Caucasian dark-brown haired kid who was holding some kind of gun. “My dad taught me how to shoot!”

“A paintball gun?” John thought.

“Now, you all might as well give it up! Ike, I am disappointed in you. Betraying your own team like this is shameful and punishable. Jeoffery has been reeling for a punishing session lately, and you will receive that when we return with you and the rest of your companions” Sam said.

“How did you know what was going on, and how did you find us so quick?” Olyvar asked.

“Well, Tywin had wandered why Shane was sneaking out of the fortresses on occasion, and he had him followed. The spy found out about Ike giving intel on us and he immediately told Tywin. But instead of acting instantly, he decided to wait and see what happens. When we found out the ambush, Tywin sent us out close to the area for an ambush. We sent one of our team members after Ike to see what exactly was going on, and he discovered our team mates tied up in the bushes. He found a key in your bags and begun to unbind them, but as you know he only freed two. He and the free team members ran back and told us what was going on, and then we immediately started chasing you guys.” Sam explained.

Olyvar was surprised. His brother warned him of the Lannisters but he never knew Tywin was so dangerous. Tywin is clearly someone to fear in this tournament.

“Now, guys, if you don’t mind just kneel before us and don't put up a fight. It will be easier on you.” said Sam as they started to move in. But just as they begun their ambush, Theon and several other Stark boys arrived on the scene. In their possession were strings of rope, handcuffs, tasers and other things meant for taking down enemies. Including Theon, there were 6 other members, which left the Lannisters outnumbered again.

“I see we made it in time!” Theon said as he began unwinding the rope from his shoulders.

The Lannister boys, realizing they were outnumbered, started to back away from the Stark Team.

“Run!” shouted Tom, and immediately the Lannisters hightailed it away from Team Starks.

“John, are you ok?” Theon asked when he noticed the blood like substance dripping from his leg.

“Yea I'm fine. That one boy doing all the talking had a paintball gun. He landed a shot on my leg. I guess it will be sore for a couple days.” said John.

“I see.” said Theon. “Well at any rate, lets get back to the Fortress. Robb's waiting.” said Theon.

“I can radio him on the Walkie Talkie.” said John.

“Right. I forgot that you had that. At any rate, I noticed this plan wasn't a TOTAL failure!” said Theon when he noticed the three boys handcuffed behind John.

“Right, lets get them back.” said John.

The Stark and Frey boys returned to the fortress. Now walking, it took another 6 minutes to get back. Outside, Robb, Bran, Rikken, and the rest of Team Stark were waiting outside on the return of their teammates. As they returned, they were cheered for their victory over the Lannisters.

“Good job, guys!” said Robb. “This gives us a definite advantage!”

“Thanks, bro!” John said.

“And thank you to Team Frey. This victory should solidify our alliance!” Robb said shaking Olyvar's hand.

“You're most certainly welcome!” said Olyvar. “Now lets talk about them.” Olyvar said as he looked over at the slaves. They held their head down. “The twin should come to us. He willingly gave himself up just to be with his brother. I'd hate to see them separated.”

“Actually, I was gonna ask if you could take them all. We have 7 slaves already in the dungeons. Its getting a bit crowded down there.” said Robb.

“I see, well we certainly have no objections. Very well.” said Olyvar, shaking Robb's hand again on the deal.

“You guys are welcome to stay around! We are having lunch soon, and you are welcome to join us.” Robb offered. Olivar smiled and knoded his head left and right.

“Sorry, but Walder is expecting me back at the fortress. Gotta go!” said Olyvar.

“I see. Well goodbye then!” Rob said to the leaving Frey team.

Back at the Lannisters fortress, the team that was sent to capture the Stark/Frey team returned to an angry Jeoffery.

“What the hell.” he said angrily. “I give you ONE task, and you fools FAILED?”

“Sorry, sir. It won't happen again.” said Sam, trying to sound sincere. In truth, he was just as annoyed by Jeoffery's attitude as the others were.

“It won't happen again, and I will see to that! And as for you two...” Jeoffery said, looking at the two scouts that got captured. “I warned you not to get captured. But what did you do? YOU GOT CAPTURED! For that, I will personally carry out your punishment. You guys: Take them down to the dungeon and tie them to that pole.” commanded Jeoffery to some of his team mates. But they just stood there with an angrily glare. “What are you waiting on! Get to it!” Jeoffery commanded again. The boys still gave Jeoffery a sinister and angrily look. Lane, who was standing beside Jeoffery, noticed this and backed away from his master.

“And why should we take orders from you?” one of them said. This enraged Jeoffery.

“I AM YOUR LEADER!” Jeoffery shouted.

“Someone who has to say “I AM YOUR LEADER” is no true leader.” Jeoffery heard from behind him. Joeffery turned around and saw Tywin and the other advisers standing in front of the entrance to the fort.

Jeoffery, still angry but unnerved by Tywin's words looked him straight I his eyes. “What? I thought you were working on something!” Jeoffery said.

“I heard all the commotion from the windows and decided to see what this was all about..” Tywin responded.

“Well, tell them to do it! Tie these two weak team members so I can 'toughen them up.'” Joffery commanded yet again.

“No!” Tywin said to Jeoffery sternly. Jeoffery looked at Tywin again, now fuming.

“I..said...DO IT!” Jeoffery commanded once more.

“I said NO” Tywin said even more sternly.

Jeoffery then turned around and stared his older cousin directly in the face.

“I SAID YES!!!” Jeoffery shouted directly at Tywin. But Jeoffery realized what he had done. Tywin was the one now fuming. It was if he could burst at any moment, unleashing all his anger and fustration onto Jeoffery at once. Since the beginning of the tournament over a week ago, this anger had slowly built.

“I think you should take a nap, cousin.” Tywin said ominously.

“Im...not....TIRED!' Jeoffery said in a way that seemed like he was trying to keep his dominate stance but at the same time cowering away.

“Lane, take him to his room and see to it that he gets some shut eye.” said Tywin.

“Come on, sir.” said Lane softly. Jeoffery, not wanting to face his wrath, followed Tywin's advice and allowed Lane to guide him to his bedroom.

“And get him something to calm him. Perhaps a cup of juice.” said Tywin. This added even more to Jeoffery's defeated ego. Jeoffery along with Lane entered the fort.

“You just sent our leader to bed!” Sam said. “Not only that, Robert Baratheon's kid brother!”

“I am Jeoffery's cousin, and Robert put me here to look out for him. Look guys, I know how hard it is to deal with him. I myself had to hold back my anger. For the sake of the team, please don't try anything.” Tywin asked his fellow teammates.

They hesitated for a moment, but the team decided to follow Tywin for now.

“Fine. But you should put a bigger leash on him. If you hadn't shown up, I doubt we would’ve held back any longer.” Sam explained.

“Thank you for your support.” Tywin said.

“So are we gonna get punished now?” asked the two boys that were captured by the Starks.

“No, don't worry about it. And I'm sorry for not telling you beforehand about our plan. We just didn't want you to get nervous.” said Tywin. “We shouldn't have risked it in the first place.”

“So what are we gonna do now? We are down by three team members.” Sam asked. Tywin had to think on that.

by chadmc90 » Fri Mar 21, 2014 11:41 am

Ok, for now I am back to working on this story. This one is longer than usual, so I hope you enjoy.

Please remember to leave some feedback. Thanks.

End of Chapter 27 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 28: A Challenge


“Here's your juice, master.” Lane said as he held a glass of orange juice toward Jeoffery.

Jeoffery then swung his hand and knocked the cup out of Lane's hand, causing it to spill on the floor of the leader bedroom.

“I am NOT going to sleep. And you best remember that I am your master. Not Tywin.”

Lane avoided Jeoffery's gaze while trying to not anger him further.

“Get some supplies and clean that up!” Jeoffery commanded.

Lane went to to fetch some towels and carpet cleaner. Jeoffery pounced back and forth in his room, still fuming about Tywin's order.

“Who does he think he is telling ME what to do! I am the leader, not him!” Jeoffery thought to himself. “Why does Robert want him running things? I am his brother after all.”

After a few minutes, Lane returned with the supplies and began cleaning the orange juice off the floor. Jeoffery ignored him as he scrubbed the carpet of the room. Then suddenly the door opened, and in came Littlefinger, Tywin's black-haired friend that agreed to be an adviser. He was shorter than most his age, at roughly 5'8'' tall. He wore the casual wear for the team, which included the yellow Lannister t-shirt and shorts, along with his adviser headband.

“Tywin asked me to come up and check on you.” Littlefinger said as he closed the door behind him.

“I don't need him checking on me.” Jeoffery replied.

“He insisted. He told me you were supposed to be asleep, but I see that you aren't”

“I....DON'T....need....SLEEP!” Jeoffery angrily lashed.

“Of course you don't!” Littlefinger replied. “What you need is to accept the fact that Tywin is in charge and not make any more mistakes.”

Jeoffery was took back by Littlefinger's words. Now he was angrier than ever. It's one thing for his cousin to tell him what to do, but someone who isn't even a Lannister? Jeoffery then walked over to the boy and poked his finger out at him as if giving a command to a dog.

“You.. How dare you tell ME what to do! You are not even a Lannister. You're just here because you're friends with my family. You best know your place.”

Littlefinger let out a small grin.

“I know my place, Jeoffery. While you are the leader of our team and the son of a ruling lord, I have more power than you on this team. Sad, isn't it? It's sad that your family has more confidence in me than it's second heir. Clearly you must be a disappointment to both the Baratheons and the Lannisters!”

“GET OUT! GET OUT YOU IGNORANT A$$HOLE! YOU DON”T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY FAMILY!”

Littlefinger produced an even bigger smile over his face. “I did what Tywin asked of me. Oh, and one more thing. Tywin asked me to look after you while he tends to the needs of the team. He said he can't be bothered by you while he takes care of the team's affairs. I will be watching you from now on.”

As Littlefinger left the room, Jeoffery picked up the empty glass of orange juice off the floor and hurled it at the closing door. As it impacted the wall, it shattered into several pieces.

“Does he think I'm just a side show now? I'm the leader of this team, and I will make all the decisions. Lane, this mess better be cleaned up before I get back. You hear me?”

Lane nodded his head in confirmation, and started to pick up the pieces of glass off the floor. Jeoffery exited the room and went into the conference room. In there, he spotted the laptop that is usually used to place video calls to the other teams. He flipped it open and typed in some commands on the machine. Eventually, Balon Greyjoy's face popped up on the screen.

“Jeoffery. It's been a while since we've talked.” said Balon.

“Yea it has. You usually talk to Tywin about team affairs. But since Tywin is occupied for the moment, I have some news.”

“I'm listening.”

“The Stark Team managed to snag three of our teammates today. I want you and your team to meet me at this fortress tomorrow at noon. We are going to crush this little alliance once and for all.”

Balon was surprised at Jeoffery's suggestion. Is now really the time to strike when they have the bigger advantage? Both teams have lost some of their members, and are outnumbered by the Stark/Frey alliance. What is Jeoffery thinking?

“Wait, if you have lost some team members, then attacking them right now will be dangerous.” said Balon.

“No, it's alright. We have one more trump card up our sleeve. We've been holding this one back until the right time, and I think it's about time we use it.”

“Oh? What is the trump card?” asked Balon.

“I can't tell, but you just have to trust me. After tomorrow, we will have them right where we want them. In our dungeons.” Balon smiled at this prospect. Finally! He gets his hands on Robb. He's sure that whatever the Lannisters have will be most beneficial.

“Very well. The Greyjoys will arrive tomorrow and lend you our aid. I hope you don't disappoint.”

Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the four advisers for Team Lannister.

“Jeoffery, may I ask what you are doing?” Tywin asked rhetorically. Jeoffery just stared at his cousin.

“I'm doing my job as leader and I'm orchestrating an attack on Team Stark.”

Tywin was the one angry now. He looked as if he could tear Jeoffery's head off. He then walked over to his cousin, and pushed his hands against Jeoffery's shoulders. Jeoffery was then pushed against the wall. Tywin's angry glare pierced into Jeofery's eyes. At that moment, Jeoffery knew he had pushed the limit.

“I have had enough of your behavior, Jeoffery. I am going to say this one time AND one time only. If you ever go behind MY back like this again, you will regret it.” The power behind the words were enough to keep Jeoffery's mouth shut. He didn't want to piss off Tywin any further. Not anymore. “Do you hear me?” Jeoffery hesitantly nodded his head up and down.

He knew his cousin Tywin very well. Robert and Tywin had worked together often, and Jeoffery has often seen the true side of his cousin. When getting what he wants, Tywin will do anything, and has no sympathy for anyone. He one time tortured a revered bully in school after the bully punched Jaime in the face, leaving a large bruise on his left eye. After hearing about the incident, Tywin literally kidnapped the bully and brought him back to his home. Jeoffery was visiting the Lannisters at the time and witnessed everything. Tywin drug the kid to the basement of the home and tied him by his hands to the ceiling support, where he then beat the boy mercilessly. After he was finished, Tywin then stripped him of all but his underwear and drove him back to the school. He left the kid there tied by his hands and feet and taped a note on his back that said “Don't mess with the Lannisters.” After that, no one dared touch the Lannister brothers again.

“Good. But you are right about one thing. The Starks need to be taught a lesson. So Balon, go ahead and bring your team here. We will call the Starks and Freys and settle this thing on the open battlefield ONCE AND FOR ALL.”

“Very well then, Tywin. We will be there tomorrow at noon to start planning.” The video stream stopped as Balon ended the session.

“Now time to call them.”



At the Stark Fortress, Robb and Theon are in the dungeon “playing” with their captives. He had Josh tied by the hands to a X-cross beam and shirtless. Robb and Theon also had a box beside them.

“What are you going to do to me?” Josh asked. Josh's shock collar jolted the slave's neck and caused him to yell.

“AHHHH!” he said.

“You best address us properly next time we speak.” Robb warned.

“Haha. Yea man. You don't want to make the big bad Robb mad, do you?” Theon retorted.

“Shut up, man!” said Robb. “So we are gonna play some games with you today. The other slaves are working around the fortress doing other things, such as cleaning and tending to the needs of the team. But you have been specially chosen to participate in our little game. Congratulations!” Josh didn't say anything.

“The first part of the game will be if you can guess what is inside of this box. If you can guess right, I will let you off the hook. If not, then you will experience what is inside!” Josh did not want to use whatever was inside of the box. So he had to guess right.

“I'll give you a hint. It can make you VERY uncomfortable.” Theon said. “And remember, you only get one guess.” Theon then gently pinched Josh's arm and wiggled it around some.

Josh had to think. What was in the box? It was certainly something that they will use to torture him. He had to guess right or else.

After a few minutes, Josh then replied. “Candles.” He remembered the first torture session like it was yesterday He remembered how they dripped molten candle wax all over his body and how it hardened in place. It took him a while to get the stuff off in the shower.

Robb and Theon looked at each other and smiled.

“Nope. Sorry but you guessed wrong.” Robb said. He opened the box and revealed several clothespins inside the box. It was filled with them from top to bottom with the things.

“What are you gonna do with them....Masters?” Josh asked, barely remembering to call them by their “proper” name.

“The second part of the game will test your endurance, buddy.” Robb said as he grabbed a couple. He then grabbed the skin below Josh's upper arm and attached one of them.

“Ow!” Josh sounded. It stung, but it wasn't enough to be terribly painful. “How is this gonna test my OWW!” he said again as another clip went on beside the last.

“Here's the challenge. From now on, we will continue to clamp these around your body. You will be quiet until we are finished. If you have not said a word by the time we are finished, you win the game. We give you a break from your slavery if you hold out. But if you lose,..well lets just say that you DON'T want to lose.” Robb explained.

Then Chase came down into the dungeon.

“Robb, we have a video call!” he said.

“Ugh. Tell Frey we will talk later, I'm in the middle of something.” Robb said as he and Theon slowly applied the clothespins to Josh. Josh was trying his best to hold out, but each clothespin made the pain even worse.

“It's not Frey, Robb.”

Robb stopped and turned toward Chase.

“Who is it, then?” he asked, now concerned with the call.

“It's Tywin.”

Hearing this, Theon also stopped applying the clothespins to Josh's body.

“He said it's urgent.”

Robb then put down the clothespins in his hands. “Chase, call my brothers. I will go and see what he wants.”

“Yea.” said Chase as he went up the stairs.

Robb and Theon left Josh tied to the cross and made their way upstairs as well.

“What do you think he wants?” asked Theon.

“I'm guessing it has something to do with earlier.”

By the time they arrived in the conference room, the laptop was opened and had a video stream already opened. The leader and his four advisers entered the room at around the same time. Then a connection from Frey came through as well and his faces also showed on the screen.

“Good, you both are on so I can deliver this message simultaneously.” Tywin said.

“What do you want?” Robb asked Tywin bluntly.

“Today you took three of our team members. That has put us missing two members since we won the headband from the coliseum games.” Tywin explained.

“And what does that have to do with us?” Robb asked.

“Well, you both are in a position to beat us. I mean we have the Greyjoys but they are also down by two members. It's only a matter of time before you try to do assault us yet again. So here is what I propose. The Starks and the Frey will meet the Lannisters and Greyjoys for an all-out battle. We will meet in the area between our fortresses and settle this thing once and for all.”

Robb was surprised at Tywin's proposal. With his dwindled numbers, surely he doesn't think that he can win, can he? Their alliance has 4 more members than them. Do they have some way of winning?

“And what if we say no?” Frey asked Tywin.

“Well I guess we will carry on like we have. The guerrilla tactics you employed earlier worked last time, but will it work again?”

After thinking about it some, Robb then decided. “Frey, I will go if you do. Tywins right. It's time to settle this thing and prove which alliance is stronger. Once we get them out of the way, we can take the rest of the teams down no problem!” said Robb. Bran had an uneasy feeling about this. He knew the Lannisters wouldn't propose this if they didn't have something that could get them the win. But it's hard to argue with Robb giving his stubborness. Maybe Frey will..

“Fine, were in too.” Frey responded.

Bran now was worried. His feelings about this whole tournament came rushing back to the surface, and now feared the worse for his brothers. If the Lannisters and Greyjoys win, knows what will happen to them.

“Good. I look forward to it.” said Tywin as he cut the connection. Frey remained on the line to talk with Robb some more.

“What do you think they did that for?” asked Robb.

“I don't know, but don't drop your guard for a second. The Lannisters are cunning, and will outwit us if we aren't careful.” said Walder. “If we win this one, both of our teams will be one step closer to victory. We will meet you at your fort tomorrow to work out our strategy.”

“Ok.” said Robb. Frey's connection also closed leaving the screen blank.

“Robb, are you sure this is a good idea?” Bran asked. “We don't know what they have planned. This could all backfire.”

“Well we will have to come up with a plan of our own.” said Robb.



It was now dusk on the estate. The summer sun was falling behind the horizon, and darkness slowly covered the area. The teams were turning in for the night. Tywin, in the conference room, was making another video call. This time, he was calling his cousin Robert.

“It's official. If they don't cower, we will meet tomorrow, and the other Alliance will be finished.” said Tywin.

“Good, and what about the trump card?” Robert asked.

“It's all been taken care of.” Replied Tywin.

“Excellent. As a gift, I am sending 'him' tomorrow night.” Tywin's eyes widened upon hearing Robert's words.

“Wait, are you talking about...” Tywin said as he was cut off.

“Yea, I'm talking about 'him'”

by chadmc90 » Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:02 pm

End of Chapter 28 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 29: Night Before the Storm


Night had fell on the area. But instead of a clear sky lighted by the rays of the moon, dark clouds formed over the sky. Drops of rain fell heavily upon the area, and the only shred of light came from the occasional bolts of lightning that thundered from the sky. All the teams were tucked away in their fortresses safe from the storm.

Walder Frey stood in his room, looking out of his window watching as the rain fell over the area and lighting illuminated the sky. He was thinking about the impeding battle at hand. He was thinking about the role he played as the ally of Team Stark. He was thinking about how to deal with the Lannister and Greyjoy teams. But he also had something else on his mind. This something had been on his mind for a long time, even before this tournament began.

“Walder.” He heard from his doorway. He turned around and saw a shorter version of himself. Stevron, like Walder, had long jet black hair and was approximately 5'11''.

“Stevron. Is there something wrong?” Walder asked as he continued to watch the rain.

“No not really. Just wanted to talk.” he responded.

Walder stood silently for a couple of moments, not saying a word.

“What do you want to talk about.” He finally said.

“I just wanted to talk about this fight tomorrow.” said Stevron. “I just want to know what we are going to do about them.”

“Simple. We march and take them down.” Walder replied. “They are outnumbered. There is no way they will win.”

Stevron stood behind his brother for a moment as silence filled the room once again. Stevron eventually asked another question.

“Are you thinking about him?”

Walder said nothing once more, but eventually answered the question. “There is not a night goes by that I don't.”

“Walder I.” Stevron said as he was cut off.

“Don't. Just focus on the task at hand.” Walder replied. After several minutes of standing with his brother, Stevron eventually left. As he was leaving, he wished his brother a good night and went to bed himself.


That same night Bran was having another round of his dreams. He was running through the woods, being chased by shouts behind him. Beside him was the boy that Robb gave to him to be his personal slave. Bran had his arms around the boy's shoulders, as his ankle was hurt.

“No! We have to go back! I can't let it end like this!” Bran said to the boy.

“Don't you get it? It's too late to go back!” the boy responded. “Come on!” he said as he pulled Bran forward.

The dream then changed to another scene where they were on the ground asleep. Five boys surrounded them as they lie there.

“Who are they?” one of them asked.

“Judging from those clothes, this one seems to be a team member.” another said.

“Whoever they were, they are our slaves now!”

The dream forwarded to another scene. It was the same scene that usually ends his line of dreams. A boy is strapped to a throne-like chair and his face is covered in darkness. The same trench coat guy walks slowly out of the darkness. The figure in the chair starts squirming frantically trying to loosen his bonds. As the figure draws closer, he holds out his hands to the restrained boy's shoulders and presses them against the chair's back. But suddenly Bran wakes from his nightmare and immediately set up out of bed. He notices he's covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He tries to recollect on his dreams. “What do these dreams mean?” He asks himself. “Why am I having them so often?” Eventually Bran lays back on his pillow to rest.

Meanwhile, Robb and Theon were still up, and decided to finish their “game” with Josh.

“Ok, Josh. After earlier events, we decided to postpone our game. But now that we got that out of the way, let's finish it. Josh was once again tied to the x-cross shirtless. One by one, Robb and Theon pinned clothespins over his upper body. They started with the bottom parts of the arms. Then they pinned some on his sides and on his belly, forming a straight line up and down his torso. They then clipped one to the bulge of his navel. They also pinned several across his nipples from left to right. With each one, the pain steadily rose, and Josh didn't know how long he could hold on. But now that this body was covered in them, maybe they were finished.

“Well I think that's good enough.” said Theon.

“Not Quiet.” replied Robb. Josh then looked concerned. Robb then grabbed the lobe of his ears and pinned one on each. Josh barely contained himself as the sharp pain jolted in his earlobe. Josh was throbbing now. He just wanted this to be over with. But Robb and Theon were not finished.

“Good job, buddy. But I wander what this will feel like.” Robb said as he immediately swung his hand across a line of clothespins on his arms and knocked them off.

“Hmmph!” Josh said as he strained to cover his silence.

“Oww. Bet that hurt!” Theon said.

Josh remained silent. Theon then slapped his hand across the clothespins on Josh's right nipple, causing even more pain. Josh tensed back as the clothespins pulled the skin away partially as they slid off.

Robb and Theon then went to work slowly slapping the clothespins off Josh's body. With each one removed, the pain worsened over time. It was hard to keep silent. But he finally gave in and let out an “AHOOOOW” after a group of clothespins came flying off his nipples.

“Please Masters stop! I can't take it anymore!” Josh begged.

Robb and Theon then let out a big smile.

“Man. That too bad, but I guess you lose.” said Robb as he started to remove the rest of the clothespins gently.

“So now I wander what your punishment will be.” Theon said.

Robb yawned before responding to Theon's question. “I think we will get up early in the morning to punish him.

“Tired already?” Theon asked Robb.

“Yea I am. We have a long day tomorrow. Let's get a good night's sleep.” Robb said. “But first, we will let you get a bath. The others have already gotten their baths for tonight.”

They allowed Josh to shower privately. After he was done, he was locked away in the cells with the rest of his fellow captives. Robb and Theon turned in for the night.



Jeoffery was still shaken by the earlier events. Very few times has anyone told him what to do, and that usually was his parents and Robert. But never has Tywin done it. Jeoffery actually looked up to Tywin. He was awed by his talents and his cunning. He loved how Tywin took charge of the situation and was a leader figure among his brothers. But when Tywin pinned Jeoffery to the wall, it was different. Jeoffery never expected Tywin to threaten him the way he did today. The look in his eyes was filled with malice. It was the same look that he gave that boy so long ago. Jeoffery sat on the bed, thinking about the impending battle.

Lane, who was massaging Jeoffery's feet, noticed that Jeoffery was off. He didn't know about the earlier events, and that Tywin threatened him. But Lane didn't want to catch Jeoffery's attention. At least not the kind if he asked him whats wrong. So he continued massage Jeoffery's feet, running his palm up and down the soles. He also slid his fingers in between Jeoffery's toes. Jeoffery's moaning signaled his approval to Lane. Jeoffery was laying on his back while Lane massaged, but he eventually rose up to an upright position.

“Good job, Lane. You can quit now.” He said.

“Thanks, sir.” Lane responded.

Jeoffery then got up and went to the restroom. Lane just sat on the floor and thought about how Jeoffery's demeanor had changed over the past couple of hours. He didn't seem like the boy who took joy in tormenting others for his amusement or for when he got angry. No, Jeoffery was much more calm now, and almost seemed depressed. Lane wandered just what was going through his head.

He heard the shower turn on and assumed Jeoffery was taken a bath. Lane had already taken a shower for the night. Jeoffery actually allowed him to shower alone for the first time since the night of the coliseum games. But he wasn't complaining, as this new Jeoffery is much easier to deal with. If it means pleasing Jeoffery whenever he requires it, he would gladly do it to avoid punishment. After seveal minutes the bathroom door opened. Jeoffery walked out with a towel covering his waist. He proceeded to the wardrobe to pick out a set of clothes for the night. He put on with a light t-shirt and shorts.

“Tomorrow is going to be a long day. Lets go to bed.” Jeoffery said. Lane then walked over to the bed and lied down. Knowing what to do, Lane held out his arms and legs for Jeoffery to lock into the bed. But surprisingly, Jeoffery only locked one of his wrists. Lane looked up at him and and Jeoffery just stared away from him. It was as if Jeoffery and Lane was in two different worlds Lane decided to speak up.

“Sir, is there something wrong?” Lane asked.

Jeoffery looked toward him. Lane tensed up for a minute, expecting Jeoffery to do something, but nothing like what he expected happened.

“No, there’s nothing wrong.” Jeoffery said calmly. Jeoffery then went over to his own bed to turn in for the night. Lane just laid there, enjoying the extra freedom but at the same time wandered about Jeoffery's new demeanor. It wasn't long before both boys were sound asleep.


Robert sat in his room on his bed. Ten had just been put away for the night, locked in his caged bed like an animal. Robert watched him sleep like a lamb. He watched his chest rise and fall during each breath. Ten seemed to be sleeping comfortably, and Robert thought it was rather cute. He smiled watching his slave sleep. “He's a good boy.” he thought to himself. “More obedient and loyal than most slaves. I'm gonna have to remember to get him a gift. I think his birthdays coming up soon.” Robert's mind then shifted to the battle that’s going to take place tomorrow. He thought about each of the teams. Robb, his best friend, among with his cousins will be fighting it out for prize. There is also the Freys and the Greyjoys getting involved too. Just thinking about it exited Robert. He hoped there will be many battles like this take place. He will definitely have the scouts out there recording every single moment of it. But he also wandered if the other two teams will get involved. So many things can happen and there are so many possible outcomes. He was cringing on thought of it. But in his head, he knew who the true winner was.

The storm continued for the rest of the night with no hope of relief. Tomorrow was going to be a damp day at best. This storm was only a prelude of things to come. One way or another, the face of the tournament changed the day after.

by chadmc90 » Sun Mar 23, 2014 10:33 am

End of Chapter 29 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 30: The Clash of the Alliances Part 1


By noon the next day, the rain had ceased. But clouds still covered the area and occasional sounds of thunder was heard in the distance. The Freys in their long rain jackets marched over the muddy landscape toward the Stark fortress in preparation for war. Walder Frey and his brothers marched along side him. They crossed the open field and traversed the bridge that lead to the other side of the river. Eventually, the Stark fortress came into view.

“There it is.” said Stevron as he looked toward the fortress.

“Yea, the home of Team Stark.” Lorthar replied.

“I wander whats going through their heads?” Olyvar asked.

“Probably the same as whats going through ours.” Waldron responded.

All the Frey boys looked similar. Most had jet black hair at medium to long length. They all had the same brown eyes and the skinny tall build.

“This will be the first time that we get to see our teammates since the formation of the alliance.” Olyvar said. Olyvar remembered the three teammates that were traded in order to form the alliance.

The team approached the fortress door. Immediately, a member of Team Stark opened the door.

“They're here!” the boy shouted. Then the rest of the team came out of the fortress and greeted their allies.

“Walder Frey!” Robb said as he shook the fellow leader's hand. “Welcome to Winterfell!”

“Winterfell? You named your fortress?” Walder asked curiously.

“Yep. Its gonna be our home for the rest of the tournament, so I decided to name it something.” Robb responded.

“Uh, I see. But why Winterfell?”

“Believe it or not this fortress is ice cold on the inside. The air conditioning unit keeps it pretty cool.”

“I see.” said Walder.

“But at any rate, come on in. We have much to discuss.” Robb encouraged as he returned to the fortress. Walder and his team followed behind. When Walder walked through the door, he immediately noticed the chilly air inside. Robb wasn't kidding about it being cold.

“Have you asked Robert to get this fixed?” Walder asked.

“Yea, but his workers haven't gotten around to it.” Robb responded. “Anyway, the conference room is upstairs. The rest of your team can make themselves comfortable down here.”

Robb, Walder, and their advisers met in the conference room upstairs. They sat down in the office chairs around the oval table.

“So, what do we need to discuss first?” Robb asked.

“First, we need to agree that we will need ALL our team members. That includes the hostages.” Walder replied.

“I agree.” Robb responded. “So for the purposes of the battle, we will return our hostages. But what about afterward?” Robb asked.

“At this point, I think the hostage stipulation has run its course. With your agreement we will allow the hostages to return to their respective teams.”

“Very well.” Robb responded.

“Now for the battle. We know the Lannisters have something planned, a trump card. Tywin wouldn't challenge us openly if he didn't. What he has up his sleeve will be a crucial factor in this battle.” Walder explained.

“Yea I agree. But what is it that he could use to win?” Robb asked.

“I have some guesses. Some time ago my scouts found a treasure chest. In this chest were details about three mysterious objects that had the capacity to win anyone this game if it is found.”

Robb, his brothers, and Theon's eyes widened upon hearing this.

“A device? What are you talking about?” asked Bran. Bran looked tired and anxious today. But he insisted he participate in this battle.

“The paper described one device having the power of lightning, and could bring down any foe. The second could capture a number of foes by releasing a net from above. And the third could release a gas that slowly puts anyone unlucky enough to be deprived of their sensory perception.”

Bran felt chills go over his body. He really didn't think that such objects were going to be in the tournament. Now he was shaking at the thought of the Lannisters possessing either one of these objects.

“Do you really think that the Lannisters have something like this?” Bran asked Walder.

“It's hard to say, but given that objects like these could exist in the first place make you wander.”

Now the room was filled with fear. Even with the Lannisters outnumbered, having any one of those objects puts the alliance at a disadvantage. The confidence that the Starks had earlier was now draining.

“Why didn't you mention this earlier?” Robb asked.

“Because it's just a theory. When I interrogated that Lannister twin he said nothing about an object like any of those. If he knew about it he would would have said it from the beginning given his willingness to cooperate.” Walder defensively responded.

“And what if he's lying?” Bran asked. Walder then looked over at him.

“That could be a possibility. He could have been told to let himself be captured just to gather intel on us, and somehow get that information back to his team. But we have been keeping him on lock and key just to be safe. From what my brothers have told me, he seems happy because of his brother.”

“I see.” Bran said.

“But then again they still could possess one of these objects, and the boy may have never known.” Walder replied.

“So we need to be prepared then.” Theon said.

“Yea.” Walder replied.

“How do we prepare for something like this?” John asked.

“The truth is we can't be fully ready. We don't even know what these objects are capable of and if they even exist. Robert has had a history of playing mind games with others.”

Robb knew that side of him as well. As his best friend, he understood that Robert likes to play games with others. But something about this seems like it could be possible. Objects that could determine the outcome of the tournament? Sounds like something Robert would pull off.

Putting the though out of his head, Robb returned to thinking about the battle.

“I have brought over some things I think would be helpful for the battle. Ropes, handcuffs, and other things are in the box downstairs.” Walder said.

“Yea, he have about the same things. We need a way to subdue them.” Robb replied.

“And I do have a couple other things.” Walder said as his brothers pulled out some stun guns. Robert's eyes widened.

“Where did you get those? Those things are expensive on the market!”

“One of the treasures we found had four of these inside.”

Some of Robb's confidence came back, and he began to smile somewhat.


It was getting closer to time, and all the teams are now outside awaiting the command of their leaders. The could covered skies started to darken as dusk began to fall. Robb and Walder walk up towards their united team.

Robb began to speak.

“My friends. In just an hour and a half we will confront the Lannisters and Greyjoys. We will meet them on the open battlefield to settle this thing once and for all. After this day, the tournament will change for better or for worse. Either we succeed in capturing them or they succeed in capturing us. The Lannisters have something planned, but whatever that may be we will overcome it. We must not fail today! Now lets go forward and kick some Lannister and Greyjoy a$$!”

The teams started cheering on and chanting. “Win Win Win!” Robb looks on this with a smile on his face. They all immediately started grabbing supplies of ropes and handcuffs off the ground as their weapons for battle. Robb and Walder lead their teams toward the battlefield. But as they started marching, Robb saw Bran fall to the ground.

“Bran!” Robb said as he rushed over to his brother.

“Whats going on?” John asked as he, Rikken, and Theon rushed over to where their brother lay.

“I don't know. He just collapsed.” Robb said.

In his mind, Bran is surrounded by darkness. He just stands there, wandering where he is and what he is doing here. Then he hears a voice.

“Don't go! It's a trap.” the dark and raspy voice says.

Bran tries to respond, but his voice is silenced.

“Don't go. You will regret it.” The voice says.

On the outside, Robb and John are trying to get him to awake.

“He's breathing, but he doesn't look to be in any shape to fight.” Olyvar said as he examines him. “Has he been having problems?”

Robb and John think back on those dreams. It has kept Bran from sleeping well over the past several nights, and suspect that they may be the cause of them. “He's been having these dreams that has kept him from getting a good nights rest. I guess he needs to sleep” Robb replied.

“Chase, can you stay here to watch over Bran while we go?” asked John.

“Yea man.” he responded.

“Thanks man.” John said. “Help me carry him inside.” He and Chase picked Bran up off the ground and carried him inside the fortress.

Robb started to follow but Walder stopped him.

“He seems to just need rest. When John returns we need to leave.”

“Right. I guess we need to go on then.”

When John returned, they started toward the location where the battle will take place. Rikken looked back toward the fortress, concerned about his brother. “Bran...”

by chadmc90 » Sun Mar 23, 2014 7:28 pm

Whew! Well this concludes the Clash of the Alliances Arc! I will release the poll results after this post.

End of Chapter 30 Organization

Arc 1: Clash of the Alliances

Chapter 31: The Clash of the Alliances Part 2


The darkening of the sky signified the coming battle. The two alliances began their march to the location decided upon by the alliances. The location was between the edge of the forest and the small river that ran past the estate.

“Did you really have to wear that stupid outfit?” Tywin asked his cousin Jeoffery. “Your standard outfit would have been fine.”

The mood Jeoffery seemed to be in had waned over the course of the day. Jeoffery got into the spirit of the competition and dressed in a general's uniform complete with a coat and hat. The uniform had several badges on its chest area that made him look like a war hero.

“Gotta be dressed for the occasion. This is war after all.” Jeoffery replied.

“Where did you even get something like that?” Tywin asked.

“I had it in my closet for a while. When I was packing for this tournament, I grabbed it just for occasions like this!” Jeoffery was walking like a marching soldier.

“Honestly, you look ridiculous!” Tywin remarked.

“You're just jealous!” Jeoffery replied.

The tension between the two have seemed to wore off. The Greyjoys followed behind the Lannisters. Balon was leading them with his brothers right behind them.

“Today we finally take out the Starks and punish our brother for his defiance!” Balon remarked.

“Yea! And Robb will be at our feet begging for mercy.” Euron followed.

Maron didn't say anything. He knew that Balon's time as leader was coming to an end. The rest of the team now looked at their leader in loath. But for now they will play along. It had been decided that both Balon and Euron will be the ones to fall. But the other two brothers will be presented a choice.

“Maron, when will we strike?” one of the other Greyjoy team members asked.

“Soon.” Maron whispered.

They continued to march toward the rendezvous point as did the Starks and Freys.

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“I'm getting anxious.” Theon said to Robb.

“Yea I know. This could be our final hour of freedom for a long time.” The prospect of losing this battle worried him. Each step increased the tension with the group. They walked in general silence toward the chosen place with mostly the sounds of footsteps.

Rikken couldn't take his mind off Bran. He was worried that his condition was more than a simple lack of sleep. What was happening to his brother? He hoped that Bran will be ok.

“Something wrong, Rikken?” John asked. “Guess you're thinking about Bran.”

“Yea I am. What if something serious is going on?” Rikken asked.

“Lets just concentrate on the battle. When we win, we will go and check on Bran together.”

This didn't help Rikken's mood. “And what if we don't win?”

“Don't say that! We HAVE to win!” John emphasized.

Soon enough, both sides arrived at the battlefield. The skies were still cloudy and a clap of thunder could be heard in the distance. The leaders and advisers of the four teams made their way to the front of the groups. Robb and Jeoffery stood face-to-face.

“We finally meet, Stark!” Jeoffery said, starting the conversation. “Tell me, are you ready to become our slaves?”

Robb smiled at Jeoffery. “You may be my best friend's brother, but I will not go easy on you when your tied up in my dungeon.”

Robb was irritating Balon. He hasn't even acknowledged him yet.

“Hey Robb, it's me you should be worried about!” Balon exclaimed.

“Oh, I forgot you was here.” Robb said mockingly. This made Balon fume.

“Grr. I am the one who is gonna be your master. Just wait and see!” Balon shouted.

“So, Jeoffery, how do you want to settle this?” Robb asked.

Tywin then stepped forward. He confronted Robb and Walder who stood side-by-side.

“Here's our offer. Each side sends in a team to go into battle. The teams that enter battle will be chosen by a coin toss. The team that is able to capture the other is the one whom is victorious! The other team of the losing side automatically forfeits.”

Robb's eyebrow raised. “A team-on-team match?”

“Robb and I need to discuss this.” Walder responded, pulling Robb away from Tywin.

“Very well.” Tywin confirmed.

Robb and Frey went back to their teams' side.

“What do you think, Robb? Should we go along with their plan?” Walder asked.

“I don't know. But I don't like leaving it to chance like this. What if my team gets chosen and I have to face the Lannisters?”

“Hmm. I have an idea.”

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Tywin and Jeoffery couldn't hear the conversation.

“What do you think they are discussing?” asked Jeoffery. Tywin didn't respond back. Eventually, Robb and Walder returned to where Tywin and Jeoffery were.

“We will accept your proposal on one condition. Each team will send in an equal number of members onto the field so that way both will have a chance. The team that can win the match will be victorious.” Walder said to Tywin.

Tywin thought about it for a moment. Eventually, he responded with an answer. “Fine. We will play this by chance then. I don't like this but it seems to be the best option. We will each flip a coin that will determine the opposite team. Our coin will choose your team while your coin will choose ours.”

“Fine.” Walder said. Tywin took two coins out of his pocket. “Lannister will be heads. Which side do you want Walder?”

“Team Frey will be heads as well.”

“Very well.” Tywin said as he handed one of the coins to Walder. They both flipped their coins. After catching it in the air, Walder and Tywin held the coins out for Robb and Balon to see the result. They were both tails.

Balon smiled. “Ha! Now we can take you guys out finally!” Balon jumped in.

“No, you guys are gonna lose to us again!” Robb mocked.

“You won't be laughing long.” Balon warned.

“Since the Starks are down by three people, the Greyjoys will sideline one team member to meet Walder's condition.” Tywin said.

“I don't need an unfair advantage! Our team will prevail in the end. Just wait and see!” Balon gloated.

After explaining the circumstances to the rest of the teams, the Starks and the Greyjoys stepped forward. The other two teams stood back to give them some space. Theon, in particular, looked on his brothers. He was nervous about this. Despite their cruelty in the past they were still his brothers, and did not want to be in this situation now. Balon glanced over to Theon with the same look he always gave him. It was the same “I'm disappointed in you” look that made Theon feel low. But now was not the time to feel depressed. He had to help his best friend subdue his enemies, even if they were his brothers. For now Robb's enemies were HIS enemies.

“Team Stark, prepare yourselves for the worst! You will bow down to ME from now on!” Balon exclaimed. They all had similar items at their disposal: Ropes for subduing and handcuffs for reinforcement. Robb's heart raced as he was finally gonna meet his all time rival in combat.

“CHARGE!” Balon shouted. With that the Greyjoys started racing towards the Starks in fury.

“GET THEM!” Robb followed, and the Starks charged toward the Greyjoys.

In a couple moments the boys immediately clashed with each other. Boys were swinging punches and kicks left and right. Some were on the ground trying to pin each other down.

“Get off me!” Euron said to John as John was pinning him to the ground.

“Not until you give up!” John replied, trying to turn him over on his back to tie him.

Robb and Balon stared each other down. This was the moment that he had been waiting for. He finally was able to get his hands on Robb. Out of nowhere, Balon rushed Robb with a tackle. They both fell rolling on the ground.

“I'm gonna kick your a$$ Stark!” Balon warned as he had his hands around Robb's neck.

“Not before I kick yours.” Robb tried to knee Balon off him, but he kept missing his target. Eventually, Robb was able to push Balon off with his feet after getting them between him and Balon. Balon was sent a short distance on the ground. Robb then got on his feet and grabbed the rope he dropped when Balon tacked him to the ground. He then wrapped it around Balon's neck, trying to make him give up. To keep him in place, Robert sat on his back.

“Give up, Balon!” Robb said. “I already have you defeated.”

“Never.” Balon choked. Frantically, Balon tried to knock Robb off his back. But Robb held on tightly, not wanting to let go.

The teams fought for a good 10 to 15 minutes. Match for match, it wa stalemate up until the last few minutes when suddenly a Greyjoy boy was subdued. From there it was like a chain effect. The Greyjoy forces, one by one, were taken out of the equation as the victorious teammates aided one another in apprehending the dwindling Greyjoys. Theon went over to where Robb is and stared at his brother.

“It's over, Balon.” Theon told Balon. Robb now had him pinned to the ground, along with John and Rikken. “You've lost this fight.”

“No! I still can take you all down! Just WatMMMPH!” Balon said as he was muffled with a ball gag.

“I've always wanted to do that to you, Balon.” Robb said as he stuffed the gag in Balons mouth. “You're more tolerable when your not running your mouth.”

“MMMMMMMPH!” Balon screamed. The rest of the Greyjoys watched as their leader was hogtied with the ropes.

“We've lost” Maron thought. “The Lannisters' plan better work, whatever it may be.”

Robb stood up and looked at his team and smiled.

“WERE VICTORIOUS!” Robb shouted, which caused an eruption of cheers from the victorious Starks. They started dancing around and mocking their defeated foes. But something was up with the Freys. They were not as happy as they should be. In fact, they were not happy at all.

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In his dreams, Bran was soaring through the air like a bird through the clouds. In fact, he was a bird. He could see the Baratheon estate in all its beauty. He could see all the fortresses and the large lake, as well as the trees and the forested region. But one place caught his eye in particular. He noticed an area that was filled with several people. Out of curiosity, he flew toward the gathering and landed on a nearby tree. Upon closer view he could make out who the people were. Some of them were his own teammates. He noticed his brothers standing tall around a group of kids that looked...tied up. Some of them were just tied by their hands, but others were hogtied. The one particular boy beside Robb was Balon. He was hogtied as well as gagged. Did Robb do this?

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Back on the battlefield, Robb and Theon helped Balon to a sitting position on his knees. Robb then turned to the Lannisters, whom are now alone.

“Well Lannisters, no matter what you do now, you can't win. Just come silently and we will go easy on you” Robb commanded.

The Lanisters hesitantly walked toward the Starks.

“Is this really happening?” Sam asked Chris.

“I don't see any other way out of this. We really blew it this time.”

Tywin approached Robb and stared him in the eyes. But something wasn't right. It wasn't the look a person gives when he is defeated in battle, but rather like a person boasting of confidence. “You have defeated us, Robb. Congratulations on your victory.”

Robb's ego was soaring now. “Wow, I expected you all to run in cowardice. Especially you, Jeoffery.” Robb's smile says it all. He was proud of his victory over the Lannisters.

“Lannisters keep their words.” Tywin explained. “But have we really lost yet?” Then Robb heard something from behind them. It sounded like....a violin. He turned around and saw one of the Freys in fact had a violin. “What the hell was going on!” Robb asked himself as the violin played a somber and ominous tune. The violin was held by Lorthar Frey, one of Walders brothers.

For the Song:

Then from the Lannisters side he heard Tywin start singing.

“And who are you the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat in a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold, or a coat of red,
a Lion still has claws,
but mine are long and sharp my Lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that Lord of Castamere,
but Now the rains weep o're his hall
and no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o're his hall
and not a soul to hear.”

The Starks listened on as Tywin recited the lyrics. When Tywin finished, the violin continued playing.

“That song has been in my family for generations. Robb, do you know who we are? Were not just any normal family. True we may not be as powerful as Robert, but we have proved ourselves over time. The Lannisters were ruthless a long time ago. In fact, they were so ruthless that their followers conjured that song long ago to serve a a reminder; A reminder to never mess with the Lannisters!”

Robb's heart was now racing. He was slowly realizing the gravity of the situation. Then suddenly, boys from both sides started charging the Starks. The Frey Brothers, as well as the Lannister leaders/advisers stood back to watch their teammates tear into the Stark Team. It took little effort to subdue them as they were hopelessly outnumbered. Robb, still recovering from the realization that they have been betrayed, did not have time to fight back. He was forced to the ground, along with his brothers and teammates. They were tied and handcuffed. Some of the boys tried to make a run for it, but Walder and his brothers took out the stun guns and stopped them in their tracks. Robb looked over at Walder, who was tying up the runaway captives. The entire team was subdued and tied.

“Talk about cowardice, Robb. Your team is pathetic!” Jeoffery gloated as he came over to where Robb sits tied.

“You....you tricked me!” Robb said in fear.

Walder Frey then walked over to where Robb was and looked him dead in the eyes.

“You are a fool, Robb stark.” Frey explained.

“Your a traitor.” Robb said angrily. “You betrayed me and my brother's trust. You're a disgusting person!”

Walder smiled at Robbs outburst. “No Robb, I was never your ally to begin with. I only made you think I was just to get you in this position. The truth is Robb, you are too naive. You are too trusting and gullible to be a team leader. You assumed that I would hold on to my agreement and I was a person of honor. But you were wrong, Robb Stark. I am in this tournament for myself and myself alone. I will betray if it suits my purposes. You were just a tool that I used just to get rid of a team, which is now a useless tool.. You are a failure of a leader and your brothers and teammates will suffer the consequences. The shame must be eating you up on the inside.”

Robb was took back by Walder's words. He couldn't believe that Walder would do something like this. Why was he helping the Lannisters? No, this just didn't make any sense.

“Why the Lannisters?” Robb asked. “Why them. We had more team members than them!” Robb said.

“You don't get it, Robb. I told you to be wary of Tywin, didn't I? You may have had power in numbers, but Tywin makes up for it in his strategic mind. He has a natural talent for figuring out his enemies and using that knowledge to his advantage. Clearly, hes the better choice for an ally.”

“And what if he betrays you?” Robb asked another question.

Walder chose to not answer that question.

There was no convincing Walder. He had already made his choice. Robb just sat there with his head down. He was finally accepting his predicament.

“So, that 'plan' Tywin conjured was you, wasn't it.” Robb asked.

“You're full of questions, aren't you? Of course it was. We were planning this since even before the tournament. If it makes you feel any better, we didn't really target you specifically. You were just a calculated target.”

“And that stuff about the weapons?”

“Well THAT I didn't lie about. Our team did find a sheet of paper with that info on it. It even gave a hint as to where one of those weapons might be. But it was only a vague hint.”

“I see.”

Suddenly, John, who was not being watched at the time, stormed to his feet and made a run for it.

“You two, chase him down!” Tywin commanded two of his team members. But John was long gone.

“How did he get out?” Tywin asked Walder. “It was your team that tied him down!”

“Trust me, we will find him.” Walder asked. Then Rikken also got up and ran. His bonds were also loose, and he was able to undo them. Rikken was also fast and he made his way toward his brother.

“That makes two, Walder.”

“Check their bonds!” Walder commanded. The Freys, along with the Lannisters, checked the rest of the Stark Team's bonds.

“Do you want us to chase after them, Tywin?” asked Chris.

“No, I have something else in mind.” said Tywin.

He then turned his attention to the Greyjoys. He removed the ballgag from Balon's mouth.

“Thanks, Tywin! Now are you gonna let us go? We've defeated the Starks already.” Balon said.

“Balon, Balon. You're just as pathetic as the Stark boys. Like Walder, the Lannisters also used your team. You think we will let you go now that your captured? The goal is to capture ALL other teams, and now that we have you captured, we have no use for you any more.”

Balon's eyes widened.

“Yyou don't mean that, do you? I mean, were allies, right?” Balon asked.

“Only in your eyes.” Tywin said as he re-gagged the Greyjoy Leader.

“MMMMMPH” Balon shouted through the gag.

Tywin then walked over to the rest of Team Greyjoy. In particular, he walked over to Team Maron.

“Maron, I will give you two choices. I knew about you little plot to overthrow your brothers. So I have a proposal for you. You will work under me as my vassal. I will hold on to all your headbands, of course, but you will still rule over the Island Fortress. You will be removed of all your boats and will be left confined to the island. You may choose half of your teammates to be released, but the other half will remain your prisoners. But all your brothers will remain in MY dungeons. If you disobey me, then your brothers will pay the price. If you have any sympathy for them, you will keep in line. Do you understand?”

Maron took a second to think about this, but came to the conclusion that this was the only course of action for now. “Yea, I understand.”

“Good. You will be escorted back to the Island, where you and the rest of your team will spend the rest of the tournament in exile. The scouts will continue to deliver food to you, so don't worry about starvation.”

The rest of his brothers gave him a cold glare. Maron kept his gaze to the ground.

Walder then turned to Robb.

“You will face a similar fate. But instead of going to the Lannisters, it was agreed upon that you and Theon will be imprisoned with us.” Robb held his head down. He had lost all hope of freedom. But be was satisfied that his brothers were able to escape. But what about Bran?

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Bran was still trapped in his dream. Still the bird, he watches as scene unfolded from the nearby tree. He knew that his team was finished. He also noticed something missing from Robb. He noticed Robb's headband was missing!

“You must flee, Bran! They are coming for you, Bran! You must flee....” the same raspy voice said as he was being shaken.

“Bran, Bran! Wake up! We have to go!” Chase said as he shook Bran awake.

Bran was on the couch inside the entertainment room. He noticed the T.V. was on and it was showing some kind of video footage. But when realized that it was the same visions in his dreams, he immediately stood to his feet.

“I....I....I saw that” he pointed at the screen. “I saw that in my dreams!”

“What are you talking about?! We have to go NOW!” Chase begged.

Bran then realized what he saw was not a dream! What he saw was a vision of the battlefield, like he had his own recorder there viewing it like a movie.

Bran and Chase went for the door, but Bran remembered that Robb's headband was missing. Come to think about it, he hasn't worn it all day.

“Robb's headband, it's upstairs!” Bran said as he turned around and jolted up the tower stairs.

“Where are you going?” Chase said as he followed Bran.

Bran entered Robb's room and looked over to the nightstand. And sure enough, Robb's headband lay there. Bran immediately went over and grabbed it. He then looked over to a painting hanging on the wall. He took it down, revealing a hidden safe. Instead of a combination lock, it had a barcode scanner. Bran then scanned Robb's headband into the scanner and it unlocked. When Bran opened it, he saw a silver old-fashioned key with it's handle a shape of a wolf.

“Is that the...”

“Yea, our key to the Wooden throne. Come on, we don't have much time.” Bran then rushed toward the dungeons. He remembered in his dreams that the slave Robb gave him was also in his dreams. Perhaps it was necessary to bring him along. Bran then unlocked his cell door, releasing him.

“What is going on?” the boy asked Bran.

“We don't have enough time! Sufficed to say, both Team Stark and Team Greyjoy have fallen. If we don't get out of here, we will both be in big trouble.” Without asking any further questions, the boy jolted out of the cell. As they started up the stairs, the rest of the captives started begging for their release.

“Please! Don't leave us down here!” Josh pleaded.

“We don't have time for this! For all we know, they could be on their way now” Chase explained.

Bran then threw the dungeon key into Josh's cell.

“That will open all cells. Unlock yourselves and flee.”

They then rushed up the stairs and out of the fortress.

“Where do we go?” Chase asked.

“I don't know, but we can't stay here!” Bran said as they ran through the forest.

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In another part of the forest, 5 people walk towards the Lannister fortress. Four of them were dressed in all black wearing masks over their faces. But the fifth was chained by the hands, waists, and feet like a man walking to his own execution. His face was covered with a large hood with holes for his eyes, nose, and mouth. His shirtless body is brightened by the torches that light their paths. But he is not a normal boy. He towers over his escort team, and has bulging muscles like the ones found on professional weightlifters. One stare in his eyes will send chills down anybody's spine. His black eyes are full of emptiness and lack any hint of life. For whomever gets in his way, they will know the true meaning of fear.

------Arc End

Final Poll Results for Poll 2
Which team do you think will fall first?
The Starks: 0%
The Lannisters: 17%
The Targaryens: 17%
The Greyjoys: 17%
The Freys: 17%
The Baratheons: 33%

by chadmc90 » Fri Mar 28, 2014 8:20 pm

I want to thank each person that has left some form of feedback for my story. Again, feedback is a driving force for my story and it helps encourage me to write more, so I ask that readers that haven't left feedback please do so. I like hearing comments and suggestions about my work, as it helps me improve.

And now we begin a new arc

End of Chapter 31 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 32: The Dog and the Slave


Rain now falls on the estate and is lit up by the light of the moon. Bran, Chase, and the former Greyjoy member run through the forest drenched in water. They didn't carry anything with them as they fled the Stark Fortress. They really didn't have time to grab anything as Walder, Jeoffery, and the Lannister and Frey teams marched toward the fortress. They didn't have time to think about the consequences of leaving unprepared. They just knew sticking around waiting for the Lannisters and Freys was not a good idea. With the key in hand, Bran runs toward an unknown destination. While running, Bran trips on a large unseen stone, causing his ankle to bend abnormally. As he falls, he yells out a howl of pain.

“Bran, are you ok?” Chase asked as he turns around to see what happened.

“My foot got caught by this stone. I don't know if I can move.” Bran said as he held his throbbing leg. Chase went over to see Bran's leg.

“How bad does it hurt?” Chase asked.

“I don't think I can walk.” Bran said.

“If we stay here, they could catch up to us. Come on, I'll help you.” Chase said as he helped Bran to his feet. Chase wrapped Bran's arm around his neck to support him.

“Grab his other arm.” Chase said to the former slave.

Hesitantly he replied “yes” and wrapped Bran's other arm around his neck. Slower than before, they continued to walk.

“Bran, are you sure its not broken?” Chase asked.

“I don't know. I do know it hurts a lot.” Bran responded.

“What are we gonna do? We have nowhere else to go!” the boy asked.

“What about an abandoned camp? Can't we stay there? Don't they deliver food to those places?” Chase asked the boy.

“No. While we were in the dungeons, some of the tribal slaves were talking about this in their escaps plans. They were told as long as that tribal camp remains intact food will be delivered. But once a tribal camp has been disbanded by any means, the location won't receive any more attention from the scouts.” the boy explained.

“Then where do we go? We certainly can't stay here.” Bran said.

“By the way, what was your name again?” Chase asks the boy.

“Jojen” he replied. Jojen is a tall, skinny, 14 year old boy with sandy brown hair and dark brown eyes.

“Ah, that’s it.” Chase responded.


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The Freys and the Lannisters arrive at the Stark Fortress. They immediately enter and discover that the fortress is void of any life. They also noticed that the fortress was wiped clean of all food and other things.

“So someone tipped them off.” Tywin said as he walked through the fortress hall.

Tywin, along with Walder, walks up the stairs toward the Stark Leaders bedroom in order to grab the key. But they find out that the safe had been opened and the key is gone.

“Damn that kid!” Tywin cursed furiously as he realized what had happened. “He has both the headband AND the key!”

“It seems so.” Walder remarked, not nearly as affected by the development. Tywin looked toward the Frey leader with anger.

“Why didn't you notice this before? Why didn't ANY of you notice this before?”

Frey stood silently after Tywin asked this for a moment. Then he turned around and started to walk out the door. “I'm so sorry Tywin. When we met up earlier today, we were so caught up into planning your defeat that we didn't even notice the thing gone.” Frey responded in a sarcastic manner.

Tywin's angry frown then turned to an evil grin. “No matter. I have a plan for finding the boy. In fact, part of the plan is on his way to our fort as we speak. And about the headband thing, Robert will want to hear about it. All leaders, advisers, and team members are suppose to wear them at all times.”

Some time later, the Lannisters arrive at the fort, along with the tied Greyjoys.

“It's so good to be back here! I think I'm gonna go get a shower.” Jeoffery remarked as he walked upstairs to his room with Lane following him.

“I think I will too.” said Tywin. Every other Lannister member had the same idea. They took the new slaves to the dungeon cells. After finishing their washes, Tywin heard the doorbell ring.

“That must be them.” Tywin said as he rushed downstairs. His brother and Littlefinger also followed. He opened the large door and at the entrance stood the same towering boy with the four scouts guarding him.

“He seems much bigger than I last saw him.” Tywin remarked as he pulled off the hood over his face. It revealed a black haired boy with a scar running down his right eye. He wore a device around his neck that resembled a shock collar.

“Sire, a gift from Lord Baratheon.” the boy said as he handed him a remote control device.

“And also, he sends these four headbands as an award for taking down two teams.” another boy said as he presented Tywin with four Lannister headbands.

“Good.” Tywin said as the four undid the chains that leashed to his neck device and his waist. Without another word, they returned to the rainy outside and returned to headquarters. Tywin walked around the boy stood there emotionless. He didn't dare move without first a command.

“So I see you have grown indeed. Tell me, boy, are you still a dog?” Tywin asked.

“Yes sir.” said the boy.

“If I tell you jump, will you obey?”

“Yes sir.”

“If I tell you to sit, will you?”

“Yes sir.”

“And if I tell you to take this knife and slice your arm, will you?”

Without hesitation, the boy replied “Yes sir.”

“And if I tell you take the same knife and jab it straight into your heart?”

“Yes sir.”

Tywin smiled. “Then do it!”

The boy then took the knife from his hand and held the sharp end to his chest. He then pulled the knife away from his chest. But as the boy drew the knife near his his chest Tywin stopped him.

“That will do, boy. I see that Robert's training paid off well.” Tywin said as he took the knife from the boys hand.

“Your a real special one, you know that? Strong and loyal, you are one of Robert's most treasured slaves. You will do anything he asks, and now his will for you is to serve me.”

The boy made no comment about Tywin's words. He just stood there without a hint of emotion. Tywin then heard Jeoffery from the stair tops.

“Did you know Tywin that Robert actually named this one? Not a number, but an actual name!” Jeoffery said with a smirk.

“So Robert did name him.” Tywin responded. “What did he name him?”

“He calls him the Hound. He is named that because Robert likes to play games with his slaves. Often times he would release them into this area and use him to track them down like prey. The Hound's senses are much more acute than most people, and can pick up on anything in the area.” Tywin listened on as Jeoffery talked about the boy. “And one more thing.” Joeffery said as he revealed a stun gun in his hand.

“What are you going to do?” Tywin said as Jeoffery pointed the gun towards the tall and muscular boy. He fired the trigger and sent electricity through the Hound's body. But something was not right. It wasn't what the stun gun did, but what it didn't do. The hound stood there as if nothing happened. Any normal person would have been on the ground or at least reacted to the impact, but the Hound didn't do either of theses things. Tywin looked on amazed.

“I didn't know this.” Tywin said.

“Yea, this boy isn't effected by electricity. Even lightning won't do anything to him” Jeoffery said.

“So what is that thing around his neck?” Tywin asked his younger cousin.

“It's not a shock collar like you think. It's instead a device that injects a chemical into his neck. It immediately rushes to the brain and incapacitates him temporarily.”

“I see.” said Tywin.

“It also causes burning sensation across the body as a reminder of his place if he disobeys.”

“Very well then. Were out of beds in the dungeon, so we will have to throw a sleeping bag down for him there. He won't try anything stupid anyway. But tomorrow he starts his first assignment. He will be released onto the estate and will track down the remaining Stark boys, starting with Bran.”
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Everyone turned in for the night. Luckily for Bran, Chase, and Jojen, the rain ceased for the night and they were able to sleep slightly better. With nowhere else to go, they slept by a random tree. They all stripped their clothing and hung it from a branch to dry. With the exception of their boxers, they were naked.

It was a long night for them. Bran, Chase, and Jojen had slept rather uncomfortably on the bare ground. They had dirt covering their body and longed for a bath. But they couldn't do that or eat. Bran didn't know how long they could hold out. His leg was still aching preventing him from walking alone. As the morning sun rose, it revealed a fog covering the area and clouds still covered the sly. Bran sat there, propped up against the tree, holding the Stark Key and Robb's headband. He wandered if any of those dreams would come true, and that if he would be captured by tribals. But what scared him the most was the mysterious figure in the trench coat standing over him in his dreams. It has haunted him every since the first dream. He thought about his brothers and their loss to the Lannisters. He assumed that all but him and Chase were now prisoners to the Lannisters and Freys. A tear started to roll down his eyes, regretting not being able to fix any of this.

by chadmc90 » Sat Mar 29, 2014 7:53 pm

End of Chapter 32 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 33: The Secret


The lake was covered in dense fog as the Lannister team rowed across. With them they had the captured Greyjoys. Tywin decreed that Balon, Euron, Victarion, and Rodrik remain locked up in the Lannister dungeon and the rest of the team will stay in exile on the island.

“Did you capture any slaves other than the one we gave you?” Tywin asked Maron.

“No, just the one.” Maron responded.

“I see. Then I guess that shouldn't be too much trouble. By the way, we gained four headbands from taking down two teams. You will be given one of them, but you will remain on the island and keep report. You will see that the basic needs of the prisoners and guards are met. The scouts of course will continue to furnish food and supplies to the fort, so you shouldn't need to worry about that. Just remember that you and the rest of the team are to remain on the island. You are to report each morning and night after you wake and before you go to sleep. If I don't hear from you, then we will immediately come to investigate, and you don't want that to happen. I don't care how you conduct the living arrangements. You can keep others as slaves if you wish. Do you understand?”

Maron nodded in agreement to Tywin's conditions.

“Good. Don't forget that I have all your brothers. If you even try something, I will make them pay the price. And while Team Frey has Theon, they can also get rather nasty. You wouldn't want that, would you?”

“No...no sir.” Maron said in agreement.

“Good. If you cooperate, as part of Team Lannister, you will be awarded when we win this tournament.”

After some time rowing toward the island, the fog revealed the fortress of the Greyjoys. Thy landed ashore and dragged the Greyjoy team towards the fort. After they entered, Tywin went up to the leaders room and grabbed the Greyjoy key from the safe. “I'll take this.” he said as he glared at the key, which featured a shark at the top of it's handle.

“We locked away 6 of your boys in the dungeon and released the rest. You follow me back to the shore.” Tywin commanded as he walked out of the room. The team left the fortress and returned to their boats. Maron was the only one allowed to follow. As his teammate boarded the boats, he turned to Maron and looked him in the eye. After a moment of staring, Tywin handed him the key to the cells in the dungeon.

“Like I said, you can let them free or keep them tied up. But I better not catch any of you anywhere off this island.” he said. A smile appeared on Tywin's and he suddenly punched Maron in the stomach as hard as he could. Maron fell to to his knees coughing from the strong jab to his gut.

“And that is a sample of what will happen if you disobey.”

Maron watched on his knees as the Lannister boats(which formerly belonged to the Greyjoys), disappeared into the fog back across the lake. He now was a prisoner of the tournament along with his former team, and the island was his cage.
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Bran sat there as the other two slept. Hungry, tired, and desperately wanting a shower, he thought about what he was gonna do next. With his foot still in pain, Bran can't walk much. Traveling now would not be a good idea, but they knew they couldn't stay in one place for too long. Suddenly, he noticed Jojen waking up from his sleep.

“Morning.” Bran said.

“Morning.” he greeted back.

They just sat there for a while, not knowing what to do next. They knew if they went back to the Stark fortress, they will be slaves and probably tortured for taking off with the key. But staying out in the wilderness without any essential things is also a bad idea. Whatever they decided to do, they have to make it soon.

“We could always join a tribal camp” Jojen suggested. Bran did think about that. It would give them access to food and shelter at the least but at what price? Bran couldn't shake the dream of him being captured by tribals out of his head. But at least they would have food and shelter.

Chase finally woke up and they decided to move on. They put back on their semi-dried clothes and walked an another random direction. Eventually though, they stumbled upon a wooden sign that read “Secret ahead.”

“What does it mean?” Bran wandered. “Could it be one of those secret treasures?” Bran thought John, Chase, and Logan scouted this area a couple days ago! Did they miss this? They decided to take a chance. They walked down the narrow path contemplating what they would find at the end. Suddenly, Bran's foot starts aching again.

“Owww!” he complains as Chase and Jojen ease him to a sitting position.

“It looks like it's swelling up, Bran.” Chase says as he examines Bran's ankle. “We may need to get you to a doctor.”

“No I'm fine. If we turn back now, we will just give up. As long as I have the key, there’s still hope our team can win!” Chase and Jojen looked at each other.

“Sigh, ok. Jojen, stay here. I will go check it out.” Chase said as he stood up straight. He then continued along the path as Jojen took a seat. They just sat there for a couple of minutes, staring off into the fog. Then Jojen asked a question.

“Bran, why did you let me go? Or a better question is why did you bring me along? I know Robb meant for me to be your personal slave but you never really made me do anything. In your condition, I could tie you up now and make you MY slave.”

Bran looked at him and saw that he was staring him dead in the eyes. Can he really be trusted with the truth? Bran more or less brought him along on a whim and based off some dream. But he knew his dreams were more than just dreams.

“I...ii.. don't know.” was the only thing Bran thought of. He didn't trust Jojen enough to tell him about the visions and the dreams. He might think he was some kind of freak, like the people spoken in the Legend of Matthos. The legend says that once a man existed with incredible abilities, such as to see into the future and charm people to do his bidding. But as he drew his last breath, he somehow passed his powers onto the human race. It is said that after his death, certain people are born with unique...abilities. But most refer to these abilities as curses given the outlandish nature of them. Bran has heard stories of people like this pop up in the news over the centuries, but were always discredited. After all, it's just a myth and nothing more...

“Oh, I see.” said Jojen. “Well don't worry about it. I have no interests in tying you up now. After all, I kinda got tired of living with that Balon punk. So you kinda did us a favor.” Jojen and Bran laughed at his joke. It was the first laugh Bran has had in a long time.

Chase finally reached the end of the path and what he found was shocking. He had stumbled upon a cave. “How did we not see this before?” he thought to himself as he looked inside. It was too dark to make out anything, though. He was hesitant about entering. He didn't know what was down there, and he sure didn't want to risk finding out. But what if something they needed was in it? But he didn't have a light. He then heard something behind him. Before he could react, someone jumped him from behind. He was knocked to the ground and held down by several hands. Chase continued to struggle against his captors, but he was outmatched. Chase stopped moving when one of his captors whispers “Stop struggling” in his ear. He knew he was defeated and submitted to his captors.

Unknowingly, Bran and Jojen waited on Chase to return. The continued to talk casually to pass the time. But they were unaware of their friends capture. But that all changed when they were also jumped by other boys. Jojen put up a fight, but Bran couldn't with his leg.

“Hey what the MMPH!” Bran said as he was gagged with a sock. His hands were forced behind his back and handcuffed in place. Jojen was restrained in a similar way as both were also blindfolded.

“Get up, both of you.” a young voice shouted. Jojen was able to get on his feet, but Bran couldn't.

“What are you waiting for boy? Get up NOW!” Bran tried to tell his captors that his leg was hurt, but the sock gag kept him from speaking audible words. The boys took something out of his pocket and strapped it around Bran's neck. Bran felt a zap from the device go into his neck. It caused him intense pain that made him arch.

“If you want another, stay right where you are.” said the boy. Bran certainly didn't want another, so he attempted to rise off the ground. But putting pressure on his leg cause a lot of pain and he immediately fell back to the ground screaming “MMMMMPH!”.

The boy was oblivious to Bran's condition, so he held up the remote.

“Get up now” he warned. But his arm was grabbed by another boy's hand.

“Wait, look at his leg.” he said, noticing the swelling. The boy with the remote looked down and noticed it also.

“Oh, I see.” he said. “I guess he got hurt running out here. Help me pick him up.” The two boys then grabbed Bran by the arms and supported him. The other two grabbed Jojen and followed the two along the path that Chase walked before. They were lead back to the cave where Chase was jumped, and the four boys all took out flashlights in order to see in the dark. They walked down down into the dark cave along the narrow path beneath the ground. The whole time the boys remained quiet. They eventually stopped and heard what sounded like a door opening. “Where are we?” Bran thought as they were lead through the door. He noticed that the ground seemed to change material. What used to feel like dirt and rock now felt like wood. He heard the creeks as he entered on the floor as his good foot hit it. Then the blindfold came off, and he what he saw looked like a bar. There was a counter with several glasses hanging off the wall. There were chairs and tables that were for eating at. The room was dimly lit by candles and torches. It looked like a medieval tavern!

“Welcome to the secret of the estate, guys!” Bran heard come from a door. He looked in the direction and noticed a short red-haired kid stand in the doorway. He was wearing pants and a pale blue long sleeve shirt and had on a scarf that hanged from his neck. Bran wanted to ask who he was, but couldn't because of the sock gag still in his mouth.

“I'm Beric, and this is the hiding place for all non team members!”

A hiding place? Robert never mentioned this in his speech. He never mentioned that even more boys were part of this already large tournament. He especially didn't mention there being a tavern on the estate. And something this big was surely discoverable by the other teams!

“So I'm gonna take that gag off you, and you will tell me just who you are.” Berek then removed Bran's gag and allowed him to speak. Given his injured leg, he was allowed to sit down in one of the chairs. “Go ahead.”

“Uh...I'm Bran. Bran S...uh Bran, and this is Jojen.” Bran replied. He stopped himself from revealing his last name.

“I see, and what are you three doing out in the forest alone?”

“Three? That must mean he caught Chase.” Bran thought.

“Well...I...” Bran said, nervous to say anything. The thought of being captives of these strangers made Bran nervous. He didn't know that their intentions were, and so revealing any information could come back to haunt them.

“Go ahead, you can tell us. You have nothing to fear from us. We had to take precautions by handcuffing and blindfolding you. We don't want to be caught by the other teams.”

Bran then decided to tell the truth. For some reason, Berek seemed trustworthy. Bran looked at him and saw genuine concern on his face.

“Ok. Well me and Jojen are...me and Jojen were on a team.”

“Ah, I figured as much. You definitely look like a Stark.” Bran's eyes widened. “He knows my family?”

by chadmc90 » Mon Mar 31, 2014 8:09 pm

End of Chapter 33 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 34: Revelation and Ameon's Cruelty


Jeoffery was clearly not himself today. He was feeling nauseous and dizzy. He wandered if walking through the rain the night before made him sick. He was in the kitchen, trying to put down some food. But each bite made him want to vomit more. Tyrion was sitting across from him eating a bowl of soup he warmed up over the stove.

“Mmm. I like this kind of food. The kind of food you can prepare quickly without the need of a cook. It's good that Robert sends us these kinds of things. If it were left to any of us to cook our own food we would starve.” The other boys at the table laughed at Tyrion's joke.

“Tyrion, I could do without your jokes today.” Jeoffery commented.

“Something the matter, oh wise and intelligent leader? Did my brother Tywin tell you you couldn't kill the puppies in the yard? Oh wait, you must be sad that there ARE no puppies to kill!” The boys once again laughed.

“I said that's enough.”

“Oh come on, Jeoffery. You know that I like to pick jokes. Tell me, whats bothering you.”

“I...I am felling sick to my stomach.” Jeoffery said truthfully.

“Oh I see, and the slaves were looking forward to their daily whippings. I guess I'll just tell them you can't make it today. I can imagine their sad faces when I revel the truth to them.” The laughed once more at Tyrion's sarcasm. Lane was standing behind him listening to his cousin's jokes.

“I'm going to lay down.” Jeoffery said as he stood straight up and walked out the door.

“No threats or warnings? Then there MUST be something wrong after all!”

Jeoffery heard them laughing as he walked toward the stairs. He held his hand over his stomach and was bent over some as he tried to make his way through the hall. Lane followed along behind him. Jeoffery then stopped for a moment.

“Is everything ok, master?”

“Don't you have chores to do?”

“You haven't given me any chores.” Lane responded.

“Well, find something to do.” Jeoffery commanded. But then Jeoffery suddenly started to lose his balance. He landed on the nearby wall against his back and slowly fell to the floor. As he slid down the wall, he landed on his arm and laid sideways on the floor. He then rolled over on his belly, laying face first on the floor.

“Jeoffery!” Lane said as he rushed over to check on his fallen master. He felt of his head, which as abnormally hot.

“Fever!” Lane thought. “I need to tell Tywin!”

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Some time later Jeoffery was carried up to his bedroom. As he lay there, Lane and the advisers stood around him, wandering what was going on.

“Jeoffery, can you here me?” Tywin asks as he sat on Jeoffery's bed.

“So hot.” Jeoffery mumbles. “Head hot.”

“Jeoffery just hold on. Were calling Robert now to send doctors to the fort.” Tywin said as he worried about his younger cousin.

“Robert picked up!” Tyrion said standing over by the computer. Tywin then rushed over to the laptop and saw Robert's face on the screen.

“Robert. It's Jeoffery.” said Tywin.

“What's he done now?” Robert said casually rolling his eyes.

“He running a high fever. He is unconscious on the bed.” Tywin respond.

“Oh.” Robert replied. “I guess that IS bad.” Tywin was a little unnerved by Robert's lack of concern.

“Are you gonna send the doctors?” Tywin asked.

“I don't think it's necessary. He will be fine.” Robert responded.

“What? What do you mean he will be fine! Your brother is passed out on his bed running a burning fever! He could be dying as we speak.”

“I said it will be fine! Now that my final decision. Just keep getting him to drink and eat and he will recover in 1 to 2 weeks.”

Tywin couldn't believe it. What was Robert thinking about leaving Jeoffery to recover alone! The others watched on just as shocked as Tywin. Robert ended the video conversation, leaving Tywin and the others to try and nurse their sick cousin.

Lane just looked on at Jeoffery now worried more than ever about his condition. But why was he worried? After all, Jeoffery was hardly someone he cares about. Or that's what Lane told himself.

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Drogo, now a slave to the Targaryens, stands tied to one of his former tribal buddies. Stacked together like a sandwich face to face, lengths of rope are wrapped around their bodies binding the two boys together. If it weren't for the underwear each boy wore, then they both would be extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable as their privates would be exposed to each other. Thankfully, the Targaryens had some respect for their slaves. They weren't alone though as two of their former comrades were also in the same predicament.

Ameon stood close by around the rest of the team. They were all outside in the foggy weather and were watching the two lumps of boys as they were lined up side by side. “Greetings, my fellow team members! Today our slaves will serve us in the form of entertainment. We are going to have...a race!” The rest of the team cheered as they stared at the unwilling participants. “The rules as follows. Each team will be required to race to the line I drew a little ways in that direction. The first to cross that line wins the race.”

“Sounds simple enough.” Drogo thought as he looked toward the line. “If it weren't for me being tied with this boy, I could win this race no problem.”

“On your march, get set...GO!” Ameon shouted as he signaled the competitors to begin.

They immediately started walking as fast as they could sideways, but found it much harder to do than they thought. It was hard to keep in sync as each one tried to make a step forward. Often they would almost fall tripping over each others leg. They progressed slowly over to the finish line knowing that the loser will face unknown but potentially bad consequences. As they wobbled across the field, Drogo noticed Ameon whispering in his two brother's ears. “What could they be planning?” he thought, and he certainly didn't want to find out. He then decided to focus on winning this match. As they walked at a snails pace across the field, Drogo didn't notice the two boys get up from their seats and creep behind them.

“Hmm. A bit slow if you ask me. How about we give them a boost of energy?” Ameon said. Drogo didn't know what Ameon was talking about until he glanced behind him and saw the two brothers. They were holding the stun guns and were walking steadily toward the bound players. Drogo shouted to his partner through the gag to get him to notice the following brother. Drogo nodded his head toward them and eventually the boy realized what he was trying to say. They now both started to move frantically along toward the finish line, but as they closed in, they tripped and fell to the ground. They tried to get back to their feet but their panic made all attempts a failure. They looked over and noticed the other pair fell over in panic as well. They then decided to crawl towards the finish line. Not to win but to merely stay away from the stun guns. Drogo remembered what it felt like the last time he was hit with one of those, and he wasn't gonna get hit again. With sheer power and adrenaline, he managed to lift the other boy off the ground and immediately started to power run to the finish line. He made a leap and jumped over the finish line. He and his partner had won.

The teams started cheering at Drogo's feat and were impressed by his show of power. As he sighed in relief, he looked over at the losing pair as they were being followed by the two Targaryen brothers. They had their stun guns pointed right toward the bound boys as they crawled away frantically. They screamed through their gag begging the brothers not to do it. But their pleas were ignored as they fired off the stun guns. The boys jolted back and forth as the electricity poured into their body. They let off the trigger and allowed the boys some relief. They lay on the ground limp from the struggle in the race and from the impact of the stun gun. But the boys weren’t through as they pulled the trigger again. This time they held it for a couple more seconds further torturing the boys. Drogo looked on, horrified at their cruelty. He was thankful that it wasn't happening to them but at the same time he couldn't help but take pity on them. With these guys, he genuinely feared for his well being.

After another break, the boys once again pulled the trigger. But as they wouldn't let off this time, Drogo yelled through the gag to tell them to stop. He wished he could make it stop but he knew even if they did understand him they wouldn't. He then looked over at the rest of the team. Ameon was smiling at the torture, but he noticed that Daeneric and the rest of the team didn't seem too happy with the brothers' methods. Then suddenly, Daeneric yelled “Stop!” and Aegon and Aerys immediately ceased.

“What, Daeneric?” asked Ameon.

“That's enough. Were not barbarians, Ameon. And besides that, were not supposed to harm them. Or have you forgotten?”

Ameon then looked at Daeneric coldly. He stirred into his eyes and for a moment they looked as if they could kill each other. But then Ameon let out a big grin.

“Oh, that's right. I forgot that Robert said that. I often forget things like that when I'm having fun.”

“Fun!” Drogo thought. “He calls that 'Fun'! He is a total phsyco!” Drogo thought as he stared at Ameon with rage. “If I ever get out of this, I will teach him REAL pain.” Drogo thought.

“Do you not realize that you could kill them like that? Your idea of fun will get us all disqualified, or worse.”

“Relax, cuz. I'll watch myself from now on. Don't get on your high horse.”

“You better.” Daeneric warned before storming off into the fort.

Drogo watched as Daeneric walked into the castle. “At least one of them is normal minded.” he thought. Ameon then walked over to the Drogo and the boy which both were still tied together.

“Well you guys won the race. That was good leap at the end..what was your name again? Anyways you will be given light duty for tonight with preparing our food and some other small chores. As for the other two though. Their punishment is not over.”

Drogo couldn't believe that Ameon was STILL going to punish them after all that. Wasn't it enough to electrocute them for that amount of time? After releasing the competitors from each other, they returned to the fort for the rest of the evening.

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Robert had Ten spread eagle to his bed with the cages around it off. Robert had been tickle torturing Ten for the past 30 minutes off and on and showed no signs of stopping.

“Please, sir. I'm begging you for mercy!” Ten giggled as Robert ran his fingers under Ten's armpits and belly. But Robert ignored him as he continued to tickle Ten. Ten continued to squirm as Robert grabbed several feathers and dragged it across Ten's body. He swirled both around Ten's nipples and inside his belly buttons. He then went for the soles of his feet, which caused him to squirm hysterically.

“Please! Hahaha. Have Mercy.” Ten begged as the feathers gently tortured his poor feet. But a video call stopped the tickling for now, and Robert put down the feathers to answer.

“Well well well, if if isn't the mysterious Walder Frey.” he said as he noticed Walder's face on the screen.

by chadmc90 » Tue Apr 01, 2014 9:24 pm

Yea I had some free time tonight so I decided to use it to write a chapter.

And another thing I wanted to mention is that I know the past four chapters(including this one) has been a bit..slow. It will pick up starting with the next chapter.

End of Chapter 34 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 35: The Second Coliseum Games


“What can I do for you, Walder?” Robert asked the leader of the Freys.

“Tywin urged me to talk to you about Robb. He wanted to know what you will do with him for not wearing his headband.”

“What does he want me to disqualify him? The poor guy has already been defeated. I don't see him as hardly a threat anymore. He played the game and lost miserably.”

“A threat? I thought you two were friends.”

“We still are friends. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. When this tournament is over he will serve me for the agreed time frame and he and his brothers will go home. And besides, Robb loves me. Losing this competition will be a dream come true for him. He will be with me every day for two years! Maybe as a slave, but what does it matter.”

“But that's not your plan though, isn't it?” Robert tried to look surprised, but he eventually smirked.

“No it isn't Frey. But you best keep that to yourself or else...”

“Trust me. I know what I must do, and I will uphold my end of the bargain. So just tell me. What is it you're really after. More slaves to add to your collection? You already have several in that estate of yours.” Robert listened on with a calm demeanor. “No, I bet you have another reason. You handpicked every single person yourself for this tournament, including me and my brothers. Tell me, does it have to do with..” Robert cut Walder off.

“I won't listen to your babble any more. You know good and well I could care less about any more slaves. Although I did promise my new 'friends' some of these boys.”

“By 'friends' you mean the other heirs. There are 6 seats in the Ruling Lords, and each of them have a boy heir for when the current Lord dies. You're now one of those heirs.”

“You're too smart for your own good, Frey. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Do you know all those security cameras I have around each fort? Well what if I were to tell you that I wasn't the only one watching the tournament?”

Walder was shocked at the revelation. “What? Do you mean that the other heirs are watching as well?”

“Not only them. I also have several other people streaming it from an online website for a set price. You wouldn't believe the number of views it's gotten so far!”

“But you have those cameras everywhere. Even in the bathrooms and dungeon showers.”

“Relax, Walder. I cut all that out. It's mainly the torture chambers and other places. We compile episodes each week of certain footage and broadcast it. I'm giving all the participants a copy of it when the tournament is over with first. It will be like a complementary award for participating. A reminder of the wonderful time each and every boy had here.”

“Pfth. I don't think everyone will share your opinions. This tournament hasn't been easy for anyone. Especially the tribal members and slaves. It's more or less a final mockery for you.”

“Whatever. But back to Robb. I won't disqualify him this time. Tell Tywin that next time you talk to him. He's not too happy with me right now. And no I won't talk about why he's mad. But there is one thing. I didn't mention any details about this week's Coliseum competition to anyone. But you have to bring your slaves when you come.”

“Why?”

“Because they will be the participants in this weeks games. See we are going to have a gladiator showdown. All the slaves each team currently owns will be removed from that team and be redistributed to the other teams. Then they will fight it all out in a bracket style competition. There will be 6 winners, each one for each team. The winners will receive their freedom and membership as part of their chosen team. Each team is guaranteed to win 1 new member.”

“You said 6. I think you mean 4?”

“Oh yea, I forgot two teams got knocked off. 5.”

“Uh, you misspoke again Robert.”

“No, I didn't. There are 5 teams. Oh wait you weren't supposed to know about the secret team.”
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That night each of the teams were notified by email about the details of the gladiator tournament. All the teams' current slaves will be gathered together to participate in the event. Walder decided to have a talk with the newly imprisoned Robb. He was stripped of his shirt and shorts and left with only his underwear. Robb is against the wall hanging by the shackles in the torture room spread out from his body. He hasn't been given a cell yet. Robb had fallen asleep in that position.

“Wake up Robb.” Walder commanded to the helpless boy. Robb slowly opened his eyes and was reminded of the aching pain from being in that position for several hours. He was forced to sleep like this for the whole night and was only given a break earlier in the day. But the break consisted of even more torture from other team members.

“What do you want.” Robb said coldly to the black-haired kid.

“That's no way to speak to your master.”

“I don't care anymore. Just do whatever you came here to do or leave me alone.”

“Hmmph. I should punish you, but I'm not going to. I came here to tell you that Robert forgave you for forgetting your headband. You're still in the tournament.”

If it weren’t for his brothers, Robb would have gladly accepted disqualification to get out of his predicament. But as long as his brothers were still here, he was staying despite whatever torments the Freys had planned for him.

“I don't care. I just don't care about anything anymore.”

“Hmm. You break easily, you know that. Robert would love someone like you.” Walder said that last sentence more silently.

“What was that?” Robb asked.

“Oh nothing. I just came here to say that you will be given away tomorrow at the coliseum. You will become a gladiator inside it and fight for your freedom.”

Robb was now interested in what Walder had to say. “Wait what?”

“Ugh. I said you will have a chance to earn your freedom on one of the teams randomly picked. If you win, you will earn a place on that team and will be free of your enslavement. And to make sure you get proper rest, you will be allowed to sleep in a cell tonight.”

Walder undone Robb's shackles and guided him to one of the cells. After he walked in, Walder locked the cell and Robb crawled into the small bed.

“Get some rest Robb. I have a feeling you will need it come tomorrow.” Robb didn't speak anything to Walder as he left the dungeon.
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Lane watches as Jeoffery lays in his bed. Tywin ordered him to watch over him while he steps in as leader of the team.

“As if he wasn't our leader before.” Lane thought. Still, it's nothing really new. He's been with Jeoffery since near the beginning of the competition. This time he's not being tormented day in and day out. Lane watches on as Jeoffery's chest moves up and down as he breathes. Lane felt worried about him, actually. He hoped and preyed that whatever this is doesn't kill him. He even wished he would wake up and move around. This silence..it just doesn't feel right. What Lane didn't know that deep inside his feelings about Jeoffery were changing. They were changing from sheer hate and anger to..to.. Lane just didn't want to admit it, but he was actually starting to LIKE Jeoffery. More and more he couldn't picture his life without the blond haired boy. He wandered if they could actually be...friends when this was all said and done. But these were mere thoughts. Lane was certainly not ready to act on them yet.

“How's he doing?” Lane heard come from the doorway. He glanced up and noticed Tyrion, Tywin's younger brother.

“No change yet.” Lane replied.

“Yea.” Tyrion said. “Truth be told I'm actually worried about him. He may be a foul cunt most of the time, but he is capable of compassion. Being apart of the Baratheon family takes its toll on you.”

“How so?” Lane asked.

“Jeoffery is constantly trying to keep up with his brother's success but has fallen short of it. To be honest, he is kinda jealous of Robert. Robert has always been his father's star child and has neglected Jeoffery. Often times he would come to visit us. We have grown attached to each other over the years, and we consider him apart of our family. Of course he IS our family but I'm talking about in a brotherly sense. Its during these times he shows his true colors. But to everyone else he is a different person. Of course it's the side that HE wants everyone to see, but that's just an act. Oh what am I doing? I'm sure you don't want to listen to this.”

Lane now saw Jeoffery in a completely different light. The hate and anger started to melt away slowly as he listened to Tyrion. Since the shower incident, Lane knew there was another side to him. “No, it's ok. I have nothing better to do anyway.”

“Haha! Well I think I've said enough for tonight. Oh I also came in here to tell you that all the slaves are going to be present at the Coliseum tomorrow. Tywin didn't talk about it too much but either way you will have to come.”

“But what about Jeoffery?” Lane asked.

“He will be watched over, don't you worry. Some of the team members will be left behind to take care of Jeoffery.”

“Most of the team hates him!” Lane remarked loudly. “What if they try to do something?”

“Trust me, they know better. Tywin worked out a deal with them and everything will be fine. Just get some rest.”

“Ok.”

“And I thought you didn't care for Jeoffery. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Lane was surprised at even himself. He didn't realize what he had said. He didn't want anyone to know his sudden change of heart because people may think he was weird. But Tyrion didn't laugh or anything like that. He just looked at Lane with a confused face. Then he smiled.

“Well, I think it's good that you worry about him. Maybe you can be the friend Jeoffery never had.”

“What?” Lane thought as Tyrion walked out of the room. “Friend?” Lane looked over at Jeoffery, who was still unconscious. “Is such a thing even possible after all this? And did Jeoffery even WANT a friend? And what did he mean by 'only'? Does he really not have any?” Lane took a shower and went to bed. As he lay there, several things went through his mind. From the tournament to Tyrion's story, Lane indeed had a lot to think about. Lane eventually drifted off to sleep.
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The next day, the second Coliseum Games begins!

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I am asking all my readers to suggest some possible ideas for the Second Coliseum games. I probably won't get around to writing until the weekend, so you have a chance to post an idea. I am even considering letting some of you appear in the story as a character. I will post more details later if you all like the idea.

by chadmc90 » Fri Apr 04, 2014 8:32 pm

End of Chapter 35 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 36: Gladiator Games Part 1


Team Frey, along with Robb and the rest of the slaves, ride across the lake toward the coliseum which could be seen in the distance. The skies are clear and the morning sun beams down upon the lake making the waves glisten in the light. Robb sits upright on the floor with his hands shackled behind his back. He dares not to look up to his masters as he stares aimlessly towards the floor. He worried about Bran, John, and Rikken more than even himself. “What are they doing now?” he thought. He looked over at Theon, who also kept to himself. Theon and Robb hadn't spoke to each other since the night of their downfall. Robb wanted to talk to his friend, but the Freys forbade it. But even more than that, Robb was scared to ask how he felt about the whole situation, fearing the answer he would get. He then looked up at Walder and noticed him in deep thought. He leaned on the side of the ship looking out toward the water. The wind was blowing somewhat which made his long hair swirl and tumble in the air. Every time Robb looked at him all he could think about is revenge. Walder was the one responsible for this mess and he needed to pay. He HAD to win this tournament and gain his freedom. But what would he have to do to get that freedom?

Olyvar walked over to Walder and propped up against the side of the ferry along with his older brother. He also noticed Walder lost in thought.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked.

“No, it's nothing.” Walder replied. But it was a lie. Walder couldn't stop thinking about his conversation with Robert. He thought about Robert's “show” and about the mystery team he mentioned. He didn't want to worry his brothers and teammates so he kept the information to himself.

They said no more as the ferry approached the coliseum. When the ferry arrived, they went directly to the coliseum past the markets. But when they approached the front entrance they were stopped by the familiar registrar and several of Robert's workers.

“Welcome, Team Frey, to the second Coliseum Games. At this point, please forfeit all slaves to these guys.”

Walder then commanded all slaves, including Robb and Theon, to the workers. They obediently walked towards them and stopped when they were close. Like the Lannisters, Walder had also won 4 headbands and chose Ike and three of the runaway slaves to join the team. The rest were Robb, Theon, Logan, and the two other Lannister boys that they captured. The five were then lead to a side door which revealed a staircase leading downward.

“This way.” one of the workers commanded as he walked down the stairs. After passing two or three flights they came upon another doorway. When it opened, it revealed a long hallway of dungeon cells. Robb was surprised that something like this was below the coliseum! It was lit up with torches and the walls were made or of sandy stone. Some of the cells were empty while others had occupants in it. The cells looked just big enough for two people to stay inside. They each had a bunk bead, a sink, and a toilet. It was like a prison! The boys then sorted them into empty cells with a maximum of two in each. Robb and Theon ended up in the same cell.

“See that on the beds? Put those on as that will be your wear for the event.” one of the boys replied as he lit a torch on the wall. “And you best have it on before I return.” The boy left the two to themselves.

The silence was deafening. Now that they were not under the control of the Freys, there was nothing holding them back from speaking to one another. But Robb still found it hard to talk to Theon.

“Robb?” Theon asked finally breaking the silence. Robb looked over at his friend with a gloomy stare. “Since Walder's not around, we can talk right?”

“Yea I guess.” Robb replied softly. Robb and Theon sat on the bunk bed beside each other. For a moment, none of them said a thing. But Theon eventually spoke up.

“Robb, I just wanted to know that I don't blame you for what happened.” Robb looked at Theon somewhat surprised.

“You don't blame me?” he said in response.

“No, I don't. I just wanted to say that whatever happens from here on out that we will always be friends, right?”

Robb's face then produced a weak smile. “Yea man. Of course.” They shook each others hand in agreement.

“How do you think your brothers are doing?” Theon asked.

“I wish I knew. I don't even know if their okay, and that is eating me up on the inside man. I've never been separated from my brothers like this. We have always stuck together, and I just want to know if their ok.”

“Yea I know man. I know.”

Theon then turned around and grabbed one of the two boxes that was sitting on the bed. He opened it to reveal some sort of clothing.

“They are expecting us to wear this?” Theon asked as he surveyed the piece of clothing.

The clothing consisted of two x crossed straps that ran across the front and back. The crossings were held together by a circular plate that was painted the color of white gold. There was an imprint of a stag on the plates. At the top had shoulder pads that stretched outward from the arms. There was also a black speedo and another piece of clothing that fit over the waist and genitals. It was also metallic painted with white gold. There were also leather boots, elbow pads, and knee pads in the box as well as a note. “Strip all clothing and wear only this.” the note said. With their backs to each other, Robb and Theon did as the note says and changed into the new outfits. They felt awkward and embarrassed about the new clothing.

“Are we seriously going to wear this?” Theon said as he observed himself in the mirror above the sink.

“I don't think we have a choice.” Robb responded.

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The teams slowly arrived at the coliseum. In order, the Freys arrived the earliest, followed by the Targaryens, the Lannisters, and the Baratheons. When Stannis arrived at the entrance, the workers asked for their slaves. But the Baratheons didn't have any slaves! They used to have two but Nate and Parker were now a part of the team.

“Uh, we don't have any slaves.” Stannis replied.

They all started laughing when they heard this.

“Hahaha. Very funny. Now please hand over any slaves you have. It's Robert's command.”

“But I really don't have any!” Stannis said with even more emphasis and seriousness.

“Come on now, you can't go through until you hand over your slaves.”

“Wait, they're telling the truth.” the registrar boy shouted from behind. He had just returned from a restroom visit. “They don't have any slaves!”

“Understand now?” said Stannis to the workers.

They looked at each other for a moment then started laughing even more.

“Bwahahahaha! Wow a team without any slaves! You guys must truly be pathetic!” Stannis and the others were annoyed now. It was true that it was embarrassing to not own any slaves. All the other teams had quite a few slaves, but not the Baratheons.

“Just let us through now, please!” Stannis said in a annoyed but slightly begging tone.

The workers then moved to the side to allow them through, still chuckling at them.

All four teams have arrived and are now seated in the bleachers. They anxiously await the appearance of Robert to start the tournament. They notice that there is nothing out in the field area that is the center of the coliseum.

Another thirty minutes passed and there was still no sign of Robert. They wander what is taking Robert so long to appear. Was there something wrong?

“Hmph, are we gonna have this thing or what? I'm getting tired of sitting here.” Ameon spouted.

“Robert will be here soon enough. He's probably just getting some last minute things ready.” Daeneric replied.

“Hope he doesn't keep us waiting too much longer. Hey do you noticed something off about the Lannisters? Somethings missing.” Ameon asked as he glared in the direction of where the Lannisters were seated.

“You mean that kid is missing. You know? The one who likes to bark and not bite?” Daeneric replied.

“Oh yea! I see now. I wander why he isn't here? Aren't all of the leaders and advisers supposed to attend? Robert better disqualify them.”

The Lannisters are also anxiously awaiting the arrival of their cousin. Jeoffey was still bedridden with a high fever. Lane and two other boys stayed behind to watch over him.

“Walder contacted me last night. He said Robert forgave Robb for not wearing his headband.” Tywin said to Tyrion.

“Oh. Well it's not like hes a threat anyway right? Why are you so adamant about getting him out of the way.”

“Because he was a leader. If he escapes, he could return as a team somehow and threaten us once more. I say the less in this competition, the better it is for us.”

“Or is it that you hold a grudge against him? After all that little mishap ended up costing not only the headband but one of the keys to the Wooden Throne. By the way, where IS the Wooden Throne at anyway?”

Tywin remained silent and did not answer Tyrion's response. The fact is that Robert didn't mention anything about the location of the Wooden Throne at the briefing. Tyrion wandered how they were supposed to win if they didn't even know where to go.

But then their attention was forced towards the coliseum entrance. There walked in a group of boys wearing brown t-shirts and shorts. The boy in front wore a scarf around his neck and a leader's headband around his forehead. The rest of the teams also had on brown colored team headbands. Berek, the boy wearing the leader headband, smiled as he lead the group of boys to the center of the coliseum. The rest of the teams were staring at the group, wandering what was going on. With his arms crossed, he looked at all the teams. Then Robert suddenly appeared at the observer's box noticing the group of boys standing there.

“Who are those guys?” Olyvar asked his brother.

“I should have known they would reveal themselves.” Walder said, prompting a confusing stare from the rest of the team.

“What is going on here?” Ameon also said, confused just as much as most of the other teams. “They look like...a team. But there's only four teams left in this tournament.”

Berek then stepped forward, and with all 12 boys he held up his right hand in a fist. The boys all together shouted “We are the Brotherhood, and we are going to kick all your a$$es and tie all of you up!”

by chadmc90 » Tue Apr 08, 2014 10:49 pm

Some notes before this chapter:

I am still taking suggestions for ideas for the second competition games. Feel free to throw some ideas out. :big:
Because of that, this chapter has alot of talking and explanation. It does have some bondage scenes, so I hope it's not TOO boring. lol.

Let me know if you spot anything that needs my attention.

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End of Chapter 36 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 37: Gladiator Games Part 2


Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest
Chapter 37: Gladiator Games Part 2

Bran sat inside the designated room chained to his bed. He was chained to the bedposts by his hands spreadeagled. Chase and Jojen were also in the same room chained not only by their arms but their legs. The Brotherhood didn't feel comfortable enough letting them go free yet. For the time being, the boys were captives of the Brotherhood. Bran just lay there dressed in his now clean casual outfit that consisted of a t shirt and shorts as did the other two. They wandered what was happening at the tournament.

“I wander why they didn't take us with them.” Jojen said from the other bed.

“Who knows?” Bran replied back.

The Brotherhood took all but 3 of their teammates to the coliseum. The Brotherhood was made up of 15 boys like the other teams, but they weren’t formed initially. One tribal team that was lead by Berek himself stumbled upon a cave. Upon exploring it they found this structure built inside, and in it contained a set of 15 team headbands. Unlike the other teams, however, there was no key. Berek then set out to recruit the remaining tribal teams and then formed the Brotherhood, appointing himself as leader and the rest of his tribal companions as advisers.

“Why did you think they locked us up after flat out telling us who they where?” Chase asked his fellow slaves.

“Who knows? Your cousin is pretty mysterious, huh.” Jojen replied back to chase and said to Bran.

“Yea I guess so.”

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At the Coliseum, the teams are shocked at the revelation of another team. Most of them were filled with anger and confusion. Whispers and low talking now filled the area as the team spectators try and make sense of what just happened.

“What the hell is going on?” Ameon said to his brothers.

“I...don't know.” replied Aegon with just as much confusion as everyone else.

“What is this? Surely there isn't another team!” Stannis commented as he stared at the site on the ground.

Robert walked toward the podium with a smile and began to speak. “Uhugh” he cleared his throat. “Ah yes, the Brotherhood. Welcome! You made it just in time.” The crowd's attention then turned to Robert, looking for answers. “Let me be the first to welcome you to the tournament before the other teams get the chance. I'm SURE they're dying to do the same.” Many of the boys setting in the bleachers gave him a scornful look. But Robert ignored them and continued to speak. “So I guess I owe you all an explanation. See I hid a set of headbands in a secret location for anyone to find. But the headbands were found by these former tribals and they decided to form a team of their own.”

This didn't help matters any. It just made the other teams even more angry and confused. Then, Ameon stood up from his seat.

“Robert! This is utter bullsh*t and you know it. You should of told us something like this could happen. You're just toying around with us!”

Robert then closed his eyes and let out a big sigh. “You know, Ameon, I never said such a thing was impossible. I just told you that 6 teams will start the tournament. Now I assume all of you knew that number would drop but none of you thought it would go up. If you thought otherwise, that was your fault.” Ameon clutched his fist and gritted his teeth. “Now no more questions. The Brotherhood needs to take their seats in the bleachers and we will get started.”

The Brotherhood did as they were commanded and sat in the bleachers. Robert then waved his left hand outward, and 20 slaves walked out of an entrance close to where Robert's stand was. Robb, Theon, Logan, Balon, Euron, Victarian, Rodrik, Drogo, and several other slaves from the teams were among the group. Two other slaves that previously didn't belong to a team also walked out with them. They were all dressed in the same outfit that Robb and Theon was wearing: the gladiator outfit that all participants were expected to wear. They were lined up by workers in front of a small table with a box sitting on it. This box had a hole cut out of the top just large enough for a hand to fit inside.

“First, each team is allowed to pick one slave from their previous collection to keep. This slave must have belonged to you before, so any team that didn't have any slaves cannot pick. However, those teams will receive an extra pick to make up for not being able to choose a slave. So Walder, we will start with you. Which slave would you like to keep?”

Walder thought about it for a minute. He had chosen Ike and the three runaway slaves to join his team after he received 4 headbands for taking down the Starks and Greyjoys which left 5 slaves. He decided to keep Robb close to him. “I pick Robb Stark.” he said to Robert.

“Robb, step out of the line.” Robert commanded him. Without hesitation, Robb did as he was told and walked toward where one of the workers guided him to. “Now Ameon, who would you like to keep?” Without hesitation, Ameon replied “Drogo”. Ameon saw value in keeping Drogo around. With his athletic ability, Drogo is a very valuable trophy for the Targaryens. “And Tywin?” Thinking like Walder, Tywin also decided to keep the former leader of the Greyjoys, Balon, close to him. He needed to ensure that he had SOME blackmail material to keep Maron in line. Tywin also chose four slaves to become teammates for the Lannisters which didn't include any of the captured Greyjoys.

“Alright, the rest of you will be sorted randomly with the box on the nearby table. Inside are several balls containing names and colors of each team. There are three for the Lannister, Frey, and Targaryen teams and four for the Baratheon and Brotherhood teams. Note that the slaves will be fighting for a place on its chosen team. It doesn't necessarily mean that one slave will cooperate with the other slaves on the same team. In fact, they could actually compete with each other. The chosen team also represents a particular slave's future place as well. If a slave doesn't win, then he will become a slave to the chosen team. Therefore, all teams will walk out with some new people be it slaves or new teammates. The slaves with the highest individual scores at the end out of each team will win a spot on that team. Therefore, 5 slaves will gain their freedom today in this manner. At the end, a final competition will be held amongst the winners win an additional headband for the team. So one team will end up with two possible members today! The slaves will have chances to score through various mini games, chosen by this.”

Robert's workers then rolled out a large wheel with pens around it. Each pins divided the wheel into several colored sections with writing on it. At the top of the wheel was a stopper that slowed the wheel down as it turned on its axis. But what was very disturbing was the boy that was strapped to the wheel spreadeagled in several places. He had short brown hair and hazel eyes as well as slightly pale skin that was noticeable in the bright sunlight. He was gagged with a ball and it was held in place by a strap that circled around his neck. The boy was struggling against his bonds.

“This is what I like to call...Wheel of TUGs! On this wheel are various possibilities. Throughout the day, this wheel will be spun multiple times. Each participant will get a chance to spin it. There are some different types of outcomes on the wheel. The most favorable options are the bonus points options. There is one segment that gives 4 bonus points to the spinner and another that gives 2 bonus points. There are also segments that take off 4 and 2 points as well, which are the least favorable options. Then the rest of them are the mini games I mentioned earlier. All of them will be either two team or four team mini games. If a 2 team mini game is chosen, then the slaves will be divided into two teams and will compete against each other for the point award chosen randomly by me. The 4 player mini game will pit all 4 slaves against each other, and the winner will receive the points. Now workers, lets get them sorted into their new teams.

The sorting took roughly 10 minutes. The rest of the boys each took a ball from the box and lined up based on the team that they pulled.

Frey: Robb and three other slaves
Lannister: Balon, Logan, and two other slaves
Targaryen: Drogo and three other slaves
Baratheon: Theon, Victarian, and two other slaves
Brotherhood: Rodrik, Euron, and two other slaves

The teams whispered amongst themselves for a few minutes after the slaves were sorted.

“You chose well, brother.” Tyrion remarked, noting that they only had one Greyjoy under their control now.

“It would seem so. We also have a former Stark teammate now.”

Team Baratheon also commented about the result. “I am definitely not giving our extra headband to a Greyjoy.” Stannis said as he remembered the extra headband left over from the last coliseum games.

“So we have some Greyjoy slaves. If I remember right, Bran said they and and his brothers often butted heads.” Berek said, remembering their conversation yesterday.

Robert raised his hand to quell the talking. The area fell silent as they awaited the games to start.

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John had been on the run since the fall of the Starks. He had been out in the forest the entire time, hiding from the rest of the teams. He is now realizing that he can't survive without being around a team. He had visited all the other tribe locations, but what he found was an empty space with maybe some tents. With nowhere else to go, he decided that he should turn himself in. He headed back toward his old fortress: the very same fortress that his team used to call home. Hungry, dirty, and tired, he would do anything to get some food and take a nice warm shower. He walked until the view of the old Stark fortress came into view. He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to become a slave to the Freys. But at this point he had no choice, and walked toward the entrance to the fortress. He knocked on the wooden door and minutes later someone opened up. But what he saw was not a Frey, but a former team member of the Starks.

“Uh, you're John, right?” the boy asked as he glanced up and down John noticing the dirty condition his clothes were in. “So you finally gave up the run.”

“Yea.” he replied softly. “I can't take it anymore.” John was too tired to ask questions now. He just wanted a bath and some food in his stomach.

“Come on in. You can bath in the dungeons. I will have to let Stevron know though. Him and some other Freys are here to guard the fortress.”

John was lead into the fortress and into the dungeon. There, he entered into one of the showers and stripped his clothes off, throwing them outside of the shower. The boy was also there, guarding him in case he tried something. John spoke as he washed himself in the shower to the boy.

“Do you know anything about my brothers?” he asked.

“I know of only Robb. The rest of your brothers managed to escape.” John's eyes widened and his jaw dropped after hearing this.

“Escaped?” he asked, wanting more details.

“Rikken managed to slip out of his bonds after you did the same, and Bran was gone when we arrived here at the fortress. We haven't heard anything from them.”

John remembered the night he escaped. It wasn't that he was a professional escape artist, but his bonds were not tied very well. It was rather easy to escape from, and he thought it was just a coincidence. But the fact that Rikken escaped as well makes him wander differently.

“And Robb is now Frey's hostage along with Theon.”

He expected Robb to not escape, but he was still surprised by his other two brothers' escape. His two brothers were out there this whole time and he didn't know about it! He had to go and look for them. But now that he gave himself up, how will he get of of the fortress to find them?

“Please, I need to find them.” John begged as he walked out of the shower with a towel around his waist. “Let me leave.”

The boy looked at him casually. “I can't do that, John. And besides, you're too tired to do anything now.”

John was lead to an empty cell. The rest of the slaves were out doing labor around the fortresses so he had a place all to himself.

“We'll talk about this when you wake up.”

by chadmc90 » Fri Apr 11, 2014 10:11 pm

End of Chapter 37 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 38: Gladiator Games Part 3


Robb stood there as his friend made his speech. Still dressed in the gladiator outfit, he awaited the coming event that will determine his status. He wasn't on Theon's team, which made him even more depressed. After today they will be separated and they won't get to see each other for a while. He glanced around at the rest of the slaves taking notice at Drogo. “Isn't he on the track team?” Robb thought.

Robert's workers passed out pamphlets to the teams. These pamphlets had all the possible mini games on it. Ameon chuckled as he read through the pamphlet.

“Ha! I can't wait so see some of these!” he said to his younger brother Aegon. “Especially the ones involving electricity.”

“And the clamps. I really hope that one gets picked too.” his younger brother responded back.

Ameon and his brothers talked about the games while their cousin Daeneric stared at the slaves on the field. He couldn't keep his eyes off one slave though. “Drogo.” Daeneric thought. He had taken an interest in him. He admired his strength and charisma with the other slaves. He also admired his compassion. It certainly was a breath of fresh air for him. Most of his time was spent with his family, helping his older cousin with problems. Daeneric then thought about his crazy cousins. People have said that the gods flip a coin every time a Targaryen is born. If it's heads, they are normal. If it's tails, they go mad. Looking back, half his family was genuinely mad, and Ameon and his brothers were no different.

“Now it's time to begin the games.” Daeneric heard as his thoughts were interrupted. Robert had just announced the beginning of the event. “Now first I will announce the order. Team Lannister will go first, followed by Team Frey. Team Targaryen will be next and team Baratheon will follow. Then the final team will be the Brotherhood. In this order, a slave from each team will spin the wheel. If it's a point space, then the amount of points will be added or subtracted from their original score. If it's a mini game, then the rest of his team will participate in it. Each slave starts off at 10 points. The slave with the highest points on each team after the last spin will win. The winners will then compete against each other in a final challenge to win an extra headband for their team. Now, the first slave from Team Lannister stand up to the wheel.”

Balon stepped forward without hesitation. Robb watched as he walked toward the wheel. He certainly hadn't forgot about the night they beat them.

“At least I took him down with me.” Robb thought to himself.

Balon approached the wheel and noticed the squirming boy that was strapped to it. The boy looked at him with pleading puppy dog eyes. Even if Balon didn't want to, there was nothing he could do. He had to spin the wheel or else he would face unknown consequences. He remembered what happened at the last coliseum games. He grabbed one of the pegs on the wheel as he heard the boy yelling through his gag. He gave the wheel a huge push that sent it and the boy rotating rather fast around their centers. The wheel lit up as it spin. It got slower and slower until the ticker stopped it in a tile. Balon's jaw dropped as he heard Robert explain the rules for the event.

“Balon chose...the Bunny Detectives! In this event, all four of the Lannister slaves will be dressed in bunny costumes, blindfolded, and have their hands and feet tied. The slaves will have their feet connected by a rope to their waist, ensuring they remain kneeled on the ground. The goal is to find one of the four balls and drop it into one of the four baskets. Points will be given to each slave based on rank. The final one left will get penalized 2 points while the first will receive 2 points. The second and third will receive 1 point and lose 1 point respectively.”

Balon started to back away. There was no way HE was going in a bunny costume. Even if it meant torture, Balon refused to wear something that would tarnish his reputation that way. “No, No! I won't do it!” he said. He tried to make a run for it but the workers immediately pummeled him. They forced him to his feet and one of the workers pulled out a stun gun and pointed it at Balon's belly.

“Don't make this harder than it needs to be.” the worker warned as they drug Balon back. The workers were already at work preparing the mini game. They set up a small fence around an area of dirt and brought out a box. They opened it and revealed a pink suit with a white belly, long pointy ears attached to a bunny shaped helmet. It had a white fuzzball for a tail around the lower back of the suit. The suit was fairly big. It could easily fit over a person even with their current wear on. After glancing at the suit, Balon began struggling again.

“No, No! Don't make me do this!” he said. One of the workers then came over and landed a punch straight into Balon's gut. “I've waited a long time to do that Balon.” said the boy. “You deserve that and much more for all the thing's you've done. You will get in that bunny suit or we will force you into it.” Balon was now in genuine fear. He was more cooperating from that point forward as he stopped struggling. He knew many of these boys went to the same school as him and knew about his reputation. He didn't want to give them any more reason to torture him more, so he slipped into the bunny suit. After the helmet was put on his head he could hear the crowds, slaves, and workers laughing all around him. He felt utterly humiliated now. He just wanted to crawl up in a ball in some corner, wishing he had never joined this stupid tournament in the first place. Logan and the other two slaves also slipped on their bunny suits as well. Before the helmets went on, each of them were blindfolded as mentioned in the rules. Their hands were tied and they were lead to the inner portion of the fenced area. Their feet were tied as well before being forced to kneel to the ground. Their waist was tied with a rope that was also tied to the ropes around their feet, keeping their feet at a certain distance from their waist.

“How am I supposed to maneuver like this?” Balon thought as he tried to move around. He couldn't see anything, so he had to use his hands to find a ball.

Then Robert's voice beamed again into the speaker system. “Begin!” he said.

Balon immediately began to crawl around on the ground, looking for the ball. The dirt got in between his fingers as his hands hit the dirt. He made sure to feel around for one of the balls. The rest of the slaves were also having a hard time finding the balls. Tyrion watched with excitement as the bunnies crawled around on the ground. He could hardly contain his laughter.

“HAHAHA! This is golden! I thought I was going to be bored all day sitting up here but watching them prance around in bunny costumes is one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen. I mean, did you ever expect the great Balon Greyjoy to be tied inside a bunny costume crawling on the ground looking for balls? Jeoffery wouldn't miss this for anything if he was able!” The rest of the Lannisters laughed at Tyrion's humor. Everyone but Tywin, however. He watched on as the slaves struggled to find a ball.

After crawling for what felt like hours to Balon, his hands finally touched a ball. “I found one!” he said as he tried to grab it with his hands tied. Every time he tried to wrap his tied hands around the ball, it would slip out. “Damn” he thought as he struggled. Eventually, he was able to get the ball between his tied hands. He struggled to move as he gripped the ball. For several more minutes he felt around for a basket. Then he heard Robert over the microphone.

“Logan gets his ball into the basket! He gets two points!”

“NO!” Balon thought as he struggled frantically. After some time, though, he eventually found a basket. After some effort in getting his ball into the basket, Robert announced his victory, giving him one point. The other two slaves finished a couple minutes later as he laid there, tired from the ordeal.

“The match is finished!” Robert announced. “Workers, free them from their ropes.” said Robert. The ropes immediately came off and Balon and the other slaves stretched. they were allowed to take their blindfold off, which led the bright light of the sun pour into his eyes. “But I have one question. Who wants them to remain in their suits?” Robert asked the crowd. They immediately began cheering and chanting “Yes!” Robert let out a smile. “As much as I would love to, we may need them for the next event. The slaves will take them off.” Some of the crowd booed as Balon and the other 3 slaves stripped out of the horrendous bunny suit.

“Well that was indeed fun to watch. Maybe it will happen again. Well onto the next event. I believe Robb will spin the wheel next for team Frey.”

Robb stepped forward to the wheel with the same boy strapped to it. At this point, the boy accepted his fate and just lay limp on the table. Robb felt sorry for him, and wished he could get him off there. But there was nothing he could do. Robb had to think about his own well being now.

“Spin.” One of the workers commanded as he stood beside Robb. Robb, like Balon before him, gave the wheel a huge spin. It and the boy once again spun around, around, and around as the wheel slowed down with each revolution. It finally stopped on a segment.

“Well, It seems I get to pick a 2 on 2 game this time.” All eyes are on Robert as he contemplates which mini game to choose. After 30 seconds, he decides on one.

“I think...Electric Panic!” Robb gulped after he heard this. He was shaking at the thought of being strapped to the table getting shocked by those electric pads. He hoped and preyed that he was the one that will do the untying.

“Hmm lets see here.” Robert sorted Robb and the other three into two teams. The workers came over and flipped a coin to determine each slaves role in the game. Unfortunately for Robb, he was chosen to be the hostage, which meant the table.

“No.” Robb said shaking as he and the other boy was lead to the table. Their gladiator armor came off as Robb stood near naked. He climbed onto the rectangular table and his hands were forced underneath it. After they were tied in place, his legs were next as they were tied together, leaving his feet exposed. Then they brought the machine over. It had several knobs and ports for plugging in things. They also had a small box which contained several electro pads. 8 electro pads were plugged into the machine sitting on a smaller table beside the one Robb was tied to. The workers placed the pads on Robb's belly, thighs, and the bottom of his feet. He looked over his bound body and noticed the other two slaves being tied to the chairs. He hoped his teammate will get him out of this as soon as possible.

“Now that the teams are ready, let me explain the rules. The slaves in the chairs will have to free themselves and untie their teammate. The first team to accomplish this will win. The bonds have been tied in a way that it is possible to escape, but don't expect it to be easy. As time passes, electricity will pass from the pads into the hostage at increasing rates. The winners will receive 2 points while the losers lose two points. Now let's begin!”

Robb immediately felt the sensation from the pads. Rather than pain, it actually felt good. He jolted slightly, but it really didn't hurt that much. It was like a massage pulsating through his muscles. “This isn't so bad.” he thought. After a minute, the other two slaves were still struggling against their bonds. They were trying their best to get free, but they just couldn't undo the ropes. Robb felt an increase in electricity from the pads which made him flick. It was still bearable though. He looked over and noticed the other boy wasn't moving too much. But it wasn't until the third minute that the electricity began to tingle. “Ahhh!” said Robb loudly. He began to move around some as he became less comfortable. He could especially feel it in his feet as the electricity stimulated his nerves.

“They look like they are starting to get uncomfortable.” Lothar said to Stevron as he watched the minigame unfold in the bleachers. “I wander which ones will win?”

“I doesn't matter who wins to us. Our team will get a new member regardless of the outcome.”

After the 4 minute mark, the pads are now shooting a good deal of electricity. Robb is now shifting back and forth on the table.

“AhhhhAHHH!” he shouted mildly as he felt pain around the area where the pads were attached. The comforting sensations were now causing him to be extremely uncomfortable.

“Please hurry up!” he shouted to his teammate. The workers then decided to gag him and the other boy strapped to the table as they were both moaning.

“That should keep you quiet.” said one of the boys monitoring the electric machines. As the electricity increased yet again, Robb felt tugging at his bonds.

“Don't worry, I'll get you out of this.” said Robb's teammate. Robb grunted at him and hoped he hurried to get him out of this predicament. The other boy was also free and was trying to undo his partner's restraints. Eventually, Robb's teammate was able to barely beat the other boy to the win. Robb immediately ripped the pads from his body. Huffing and puffing, Robb sat on the table for a moment to catch his breath.

“Thank you.” he said to his partner.

“I tried to get here as soon as possible.”

Robb heard Robert declare him and his partner the winners of the round, and they received two points. “I'm on my way to freedom.” he thought.

by chadmc90 » Sun Apr 13, 2014 12:30 am

End of Chapter 38 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 39: Gladiator Games Part 4


“So he won.” Walder said as he watched Robb and the other slaves walk back towards the other crowd of slaves. “He may get his freedom after all.”

“Yea probably.” said Olyvar.

Robert also watched as he sat in his seat, seeing the view from afar. “It would be an interesting twist to join the team that just stabbed you in the back, right?” he said to Ten. But the gag in his mouth prevented him from speaking. He was sitting on the floor with his hands and feet tied together in front of him. He was in clothing, which was a change from the usual wear..or lack there of. “Oh, that’s right. You can't talk, can you?” He scuffled his hair before getting up out of his seat to stand at the podium. He looked on as the next contestant, which was Drogo, step up to the wheel. “I have to get the points.” he said in his head. He gave the wheel a big spin. He waited anxiously as the wheel spun and lit up with the boy still intact. It once again halted on a segment which revealed his fate.

“Ohhh, too bad for Drogo! He automatically gets 2 points deducted from his score.”

“What?!” Drogo said as he walked back to his line. “Damn. I needed those points.”

“Oh too bad.” one of the other slaves said as he went to the back of his line.

“Just shut up!” Drogo said as he stood there.

“Make me.” the boy replied. Drogo suddenly snapped and tackled the boy to the ground.

“I told you to shut up!” he said as he landed a punch on the boy's cheekbone. Drogo got in one or two more punches before the workers separated them.

“Knock it off you two, or we will put you guys on the crosses!” Drogo wasn't here at the coliseum games last weekend, but he remembered the crosses the Targaryen teams used. He decided not to tempt them and control his temper. But it was no denying that Drogo was in a foul mood already. He remembered how Ameon treated the other boys the other day. He remembered how Ameon and his brothers tortured the poor boys in the dungeon. From the whips to the paddles, he could hear the yelling from his cells. They shouted out in pain begging for mercy. But Ameon never let up. He ignored the shouts and screams as if he was deaf. “I will make him pay.” he thought as he stood behind his group.

“Are you talking about me?” the same boy asked that Drogo just jumped. He didn't realize he actually blurted out his thoughts.

“No, not you.” he responded. “Hmph. It better not be me. I can kick your a$$ any time.”

Rather than jump him again, Drogo left him a warning. “For your sake, you best hope you win this tournament.”

“What? So I wouldn't have to worry about you torturing me?”

“No. It's those Targaryens you should worry about.” Drogo said as he stood behind the boy. “Every night, one of us gets dragged to that dungeon room. It's like their second bedroom sometimes. They do so many cruel things that I couldn't tell you about. They do follow the rules but just barely. Often times we walk back with wellops on our backs and belly. They are monsters, I tell you. If it wasn't for the rules, then I probably wouldn't be...” Drogo spoke as he paused at the end. The looks on the other three boy's faces changed. They didn't think Drogo was lying giving the rumors.

“Are you serious? Is that what awaits the losers?”

“Yea.” he said ominously. “They are truly mad.”

They looked shaken by Drogo's story. It gave the slaves even more reason to win this tournament. Drogo noticed Theon walking toward the wheel.

Theon was nervous about spinning. Already slaves had points deducted, were electrified, and were forced to dress in humiliating bunny suits. He certainly didn't want to choose something bad. He gave the wheel a big spin and in the same fashion spun around until it stopped on a section.

“A more innocent choice. It's the Tickle Endurance!” Theon let out a sigh of relief. He thought he would have to endure some of those other tortures, but he was thankful for the choice he got.

“So, Stannis, send down 4 from your team. Each slave will be tied and tickled until they cry mercy. The last one left wins first place, receiving 2 points. The rest of the others will receive 1, -1, and -2 points for ranks 2 to 4 respectively.

Including Theon and Victarian, the 4 slaves were tied to the tables. 4 of Stannis's teammates came down from the bleachers. The slaves were tied to the same kind of tables Robb was tied to in the same way. Before they were tied they were stripped down to their undergarments, fully exposing their bodies to the will-be ticklers.

“Here are the rules. Each team member will start out slowly. Each minute that passes the teams will increase the aggression of their onslaught. After 3 minutes, the teams are allowed to use the contents in the box.” The workers had 4 cardboard boxes in their hands that was closed. “The first person to say “mercy” will get fourth place. The second will get third, the third will get second, and the last will get first. I don't care how you tickle them as long as it follows the aggression rule. Begin on three, two, one.....GO!”

Theon's tickler slowly dragged his fingers across Theon's exposed armpits. He didn't react much to this with the exception of a small giggle. He then moved to the top of his torso and slowly dragged all his fingers down each side of his chest to his belly. He then looped around each of Theon's nipples several times before then sliding his fingers into his navel. There he also twirled around inside causing Theon to giggle even more. But it wasn't near enough to make him scream “mercy.” After giving Theon a quick pinch to his nipples he then moved his fingers down Theon's exposed legs. The boy made sure to rub behind the sensitive parts behind Theon's knees inside the pits, which caused another giggle from the tied slave. Then he started on his feet. Theon let out a couple more giggles and squirms as the boy rubbed his fingers up and down the bottoms of his exposed feet. Before he knew it the one minute mark was announced. The boy started to tickle his feet even faster which caused a continuous amount of giggles from Theon. He then revisited the armpits and chest as he dragged his fingers up and down Theon's exposed body, tickling his arms, chest, waists, sides and his belly. Theon began to shuffle and giggle some as the Baratheon boy increased the speed of his tickling.

“You're gonna have to do better than that if you want me to beg for mercy!” Theon gloated.

“Just wait. I haven't even begun yet.”

The other three were hanging in there as well. They were giggling and squirming some, but they were definitely not ready to surrender. But when the two minute mark was announced the boys yet again increased their aggression. Theon's tickler actually mounted on top of Theon's stomach.

“Now you will see what I'm capable of.” The boy was now ticking Theon particularly fast, and Theon was struggling against his bonds and giggling from the onslaught.

“Ready to give in now?” The boy asked as Theon tried to knock the boy off his stomach.

“Hahaha. NEVER. HAHAHA.” Theon responded through the laughter. The boy then turned around and attacked his feet with the same aggression. Theon laughed and squirmed even harder against his bonds.

“HAHAHAHAHA!” all the boys were now frantically giggling and laughing after the two minute mark sounded.

In the bleachers Stannis watched on as his new slaves were being tickle tortured by his teammates. “It looks like it intensified.” Stannis said as he watched on.

“Yea.” Renly replied to his older brother.

“This is boring.” Ameon said as he propped his hands on his knees, which in turn supported his head. “If it was me I would have them begging for mercy the second I began. And I wouldn't use tickling as my methods.

“Trust me, I know.” Daeneric replied to his cousin.

Back on the field, the three minute mark sounded and the workers allowed the ticklers to use the contents of the box.

“You are now free to go full throttle as well as use these.”

Theons tickler quickly sorted through the box as he pulled out what looked like a handle with feathers attached to it. Theon's eyed widened as he stared at the device.

“I wander how long you will last with this.” The boy then rubbed the feathers slowly up and down Theon's armpits, which was much worse than the hands.

“Hahahahahahah!” Theon said as the feathers gently crossed his body down his chests and sides.

“Stt...nnnooo!” Theon blurted out barely preventing himself from saying “stop”.

“Oh, now you're starting to crack. Let's see how long you will last with your feet.” the boy said as he turned around to Theon's feet. He then started to rub the feathers ever so slowly up and down Theon's feet making him laugh ferociously as he squirmed and squealed. Theon was having a lot of trouble catching his breath as the laughter drained the air from his lungs.

“III.HAHA..I..HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA” Theon shouted. Then he heard. “MercyHAHAHAHMercy!” from one of the tables.

“One down, three to go!” Robert announced.

It wasn't long after that another boy begged for mercy. His tickler was using two paintbrushes as his weapons.

It was down to two. Theon told himself to hold out a little longer, and that he can win this. He looked over and noticed one particular slave, his own brother Victarian, was also still in the game. “I have to beat him.” Theon thought as he was being attacked on his feet.

“NoAHAHAHPleaseAHAHAHAH” Theon said as he tried to withstand the onslaught of the feathers. But combined with the boys fingers, the feathers on his feat were just too much. Theon gave in and cried “AHAHAHAMERCYY!AHAHAHA” The onslaught finally stopped as the boy crawled off of him. Theon panted heavily for a minute or so trying to catch his breath. Tired and worn out, Theon just laid there. The boy came up to him and whispered in his ear.

“Good job. You may have only won second but you did get a point.” Theon smiled slightly at the boy's positive comments. It wasn't long after when Victarian also called for mercy, concluding the minigame. Robert announced the rank as Theon and the others were untied from the table. He slipped the gladiator wear back on and walked with the other slaves to where they stood previously.

Still panting somewhat, Theon stood a bit proud. He may not have won, but there are up to three more chances for him to win. Victarian then came over to his brother which prompted a stare.

“Have something to say?” Theon said panting. He and his brother looked each other dead in the eyes. Then Victarian smiled and gave his older brother a hug which shocked Theon.

“I'm sorry.” he said as he embraced his brother. “I've been doing a lot of thinking the past couple of days, and I now realized that I made a mistake in pushing you away. No matter what happens, please forgive me. I don't want us to hate each other for the rest of our lives.”

A tear fell from Theon's eyes and he returned the hug. “Thank you, Vic! You don't know how much it means to hear you say that. Of course I forgive you. You are my brother after all.” They each broke the hug and then looked each other dead in the eyes again.

“But remember that this is a competition. I will beat win no matter what.”

Theon smiled and said. “Challenge accepted.” The brothers stood together waiting for the next event to take place.

But from the Lannister group Balon saw this and was nowhere near happy. “Traitor.” he muttered upon what he just saw with his brothers.

by chadmc90 » Fri Apr 18, 2014 12:01 am

End of Chapter 39 Organization

Edited 5/15/2015: Revised Rhaegar/Rikken section for continuity purposes.

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 40: Gladiator Games Part 5


Next up in the Gladiator Games was the Brotherhood team. On it was Euron, Rodrik, and two other slaves. One of the slaves was the first to spin the wheel for the Brotherhood team. He walked up to where the wheel sat. After he grabbed one of the pegs on the wheel, he sent it spinning as the rest did before him.

“I hope it lands on something painful” Ameon said as he watched the boy strapped to the wheel spin around and around. “Maybe the clamp endurance or Walk the Line. Those would be rather fun to see.”

Berek looked on as the wheel stated to slow down. Every since they walked into the coliseum, they have felt uneasy from the cold stares from the rest of the teams. All his advisers, Bronn Sellsworn, Edric Dayne, Thoros Malori, and even his younger brother Aryen Stark were weary at the hateful stares.

“Brother, perhaps it wasn't a good idea making a statement like that.” Aryen said that got his older brother's attention. “Saying we would beat them all was a bit much now that I think about it.”

“What's done is done. And I wouldn't worry too much right now. On this day, no one can touch us.” he responded to his younger brother of 13. Aryan was a small kid roughly 5'6'' in height with short black scruffy hair and black eyes. Both brothers were relatively short for their age, as Berek was 16.

“And what about after today, Berek?” Bronn asked. “They now know we exist and will target us.”

“You forget that we don't have a key.” Berek argued.

“Yea but that doesn't mean we aren’t threatening in their eyes. And they don't know that we don't have a key.” But the Brotherhood was still unaware of the key in Bran's possession.

Berek ignored his advisers as he watched the wheel come to a halt.

“Well it seems that the Brotherhood's slaves will be participating in a two-on-two relay race!” Robert's voice said over the speakers. Robert sorted the brotherhood's slaves into two groups. He decided to put the two Greyjoy brothers together and the rest on the other team.

“The rules are as follows: the members of each team will be tied together and will race to the finish line to collect the relay stick. They will then be required to race back to the start to finish the race. The first team to achieve this wins the game and will gain two points. The other team will lose two points.” Robert explained as the two teams came forward to where the workers set up the area. Two white lines were drawn into the dirt. At the end of the second line was two pedestals with two aluminum cylinder shaped pipes sitting on them. One of the pipes was red while the other was blue.

“We have to win this.” Rodrik told his brother Euron.

“Yea...” Euron responded as the workers approached them with several coils of rope.

“Turn your backs to one another.” said the worker. Rodrik and Euron did as they were told and turned so they were facing away from one another. The workers then started tying several layers of rope around them. They tied their waists, chests, arms, and both legs together with the lengths of rope that held them firmly together. With both of their legs tied together, they would have to coordinate their movements in order to prevent from falling. Their left arms were then tied to their waists to limit use to only one arm.

“Ugh. This is embarrassing!” Euron commented.

“Yea it is.” Rodrik confirmed. “But we have to win this one.”

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Rikken had been in hiding for two days. He clothes were a mess with several dirt stains all over his shirt and shorts. His body was also noticeably dirty with mud and grit covering it. Starving, lost, and scared, he walked through the forest alone. He collapsed to a nearby tree to take a break from walking.

“What am I gonna do?” he thought as he lay against the tree. “I can't go on like this.” Suddenly, Rikken saw a boy walking towards him. He started to get up and run, but he was stopped by the boy's voice.

“Wait. Don't go Rikken.” Rikken looked back and noticed he was familiar.

Rikken didn't know the face at first, but eventually it came back to him. The boy had silver white medium length hair and purple eyes. He was noticeably taller than Rikken with slightly tanned skin. “R-Rhaegar!” Rikken immediately jumped up to his feet smiling as he walked over to his friend. “Man we didn't know what to think when you were taken!”

“Haha! It's ok, Rikken. I'm fine as you see. I wish I could say the same about you though.” Rikken was embarrassed by the condition his clothes were in.

“I've been out here for days.” He responded staring away in embarrassment.

“We know. We saw everything on the broadcast that night.”

“We?” Rikken noticed Rhaegar's brown headband that looked like the team headbands the participants wore. But he never saw that color before.

“Yea! When I was captured by the tribals, I thought you guys would come back for me. But I guess you had your own problems to deal with.”

Rikken looked away again in in regret. “I'm sorry, Rhaegar. We should have.”

“Don't worry about it. If you did rescue me, well I would of ended up a captive anyway.”

“Oh, right, hehe.” Rikken said nervously, remembering his team's defeat. “So what about that headband? I don't know that color.”

Rhaegar smiled as he adjusted his brown headband. “I'll tell you if you agree to something.”

“And what would that be?”

Rhaegar's smile vanished and was replaced with a more serious expression. “Rikken, you can't stay out here. Come back with us and be our captive. I promise that we won't treat you unfairly. You will have food to eat and access to showers and beds.”

Rikken didn't think about it too hard. “Fine, Rhaegar. I trust you. But you have more to explain than just these headbands. We never got a chance to talk before we lost you.”

“Deal.” Rikken followed Rhaegar to wherever he was going and talked about the Brotherhood and various things. But little did they know someone was following them.

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Back at the coliseum, the relay race was underway. Euron and Rodrik were walking sideways to their relay stick. The movements was much harder than they realized. They were not working well together and were often on the verge of tripping.

“Come on, man! Move your leg!” Rodrik asked his brother as they were trying to move forward.

The other team was not doing well either, struggling to coordinate their movements. But as time passed, the teams were learning how to move and the pace was catching up. Rodrik and Euron grabbed their relay stick first and proceeded back to the start, but as they were nearing the finish line, they suddenly lost balance and Rodrik landed face first in the dirt with the weight of his brother bearing down on him. The relay stick fell out of his hands.

“No!” Rodrik said. The other team was still far behind, but they were approaching steadily.

Rodrik started dragging himself towards the relay stick, but being tied to his brother made it much more difficult.

“You're too heavy man!” Rodrik called out as he slowly crawled toward the stick.

“Hurry!” Euron pleaded as he watched the other team approach. Rodrik finally was able to grab the stick, but there was another challenge: getting back on their feet. Rodrik was able to put the stick inside is shorts sticking out the top to free up his hand. He tried pushing upwards to get to his feet but it was useless.

“Try crawling to the finish line!” Euron called out out.

“Are you crazy! I can't crawl like this! And even if I could, I wouldn't beat them!” Rodrik said as he tried to get to his feet. But as the other team caught up, Rodrik miraculously was able to get back on his feet by pushing upwards hard enough. He was able to do it because his knees weren't tied together, which allowed the brothers to bend their knees. Rodrik and Euron barely made it to the finish line in time before the other team, winning them two points.

“We have our winners!” Robert called out as the boys were being untied. “2 points will be awarded to the winning team.”

“We did it!” Rodrik and Euron said as they gave each other a high five.

Robert continued to talk as they four went back to where they stood before. “We will take a small break. We will resume in about half an hour.”

The gladiators were taken back to the holding cells while the rest of the teams scattered from the bleachers to the markets. The Brotherhood for the first time walked through the markets, noticing the variety of things on cell, including the various bondage equipment and the slaves.

“Hmm, I don't think our new slaves will appreciate it if we bought some of these things. But it will appreciate us, and that's all that matters. Right everyone?” They all laughed as they rummaged through the wares. But they stopped as they could go no further. They were blocked by a familiar group of boys.

“Uh, can I help you?” Berek had politely to the leader of the Targaryens. Ameon just stood there with his arms crossed.

“Ameon you really shouldn't” Daeneric suggested as he was cut off.

“Quiet, Daeneric. I have something to say to these...this team.”

Berek's eyebrow raised. “Oh, what do you have on your mind.”

“I'm gonna make sure you understand something right here and right now.” Ameon said sternly and angrily.

“I'm listening.” Berek responded with calmness. “What does the crazy one have to say?”

by chadmc90 » Sat Apr 19, 2014 6:08 am

End of Chapter 40 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 41: Gladiator Games Part 6


“Crazy? How dare you call me CRAZY!” Ameon shouted at Berek. He looked as if he could blow a gasket at any moment.

Berek wasn't intimidated as he yawned. “Look, Ameon, I really don't have a lot of time. If you don't mind, could you please move so we can finish browsing the stalls?”

“No, not until we teach you a lesson!” Ameon was popping his knuckles together as if he was getting ready to fight.

“Ameon, think out this” Daeneric said trying to stop Ameon from getting disqualified.

Berek looked on without making an expression. “You do know that if you touch me here you will get disqualified.”

Ameon was getting even more frustrated. He started walking toward Berek until his other two brothers pulled him back. “What are you guys doing?” Ameon said as he fought against the strength of Aegon and Aerys.

“Daeneric is right. Don't do this. Not today.” Aegon warned his older brother. “We will be kicked out of the tournament if you do.”

For several seconds, Ameon stared into Berek's eyes. Berek then realized the true depths of his madness. Berek saw the coldness and insanity in that glare that sent chills down his spine. But then he saw something else: Ameon's eyes started to glow a faint red and reflected a blaze of fire off it's surface. His skin then started to feel hot as if he was sitting in a boiling bath of water. He started to sweat so much that it would literally drip off his skin. “What is this?” Berek thought. He tried to break his gaze from Ameon's eyes but he just couldn't find the will to do it. Then suddenly Daeneric grabbed Ameon's cheek and forced the glare to break, twisting his head away.

“Ameon!” Daeneric said softly. “Snap out of it!”

As soon as Daeneric broke the gaze Berek felt normal mostly. He still felt anxious and weak in the knees.

“Lets get out of here.” Daeneric commanded. The others agreed and walked away from the brotherhood. Ameon then turned back with a sinister and evil smile that sent even more chills down Berek's spine.

“What....just happened?” Berek said as he held his hand to his face. He then started to get shaky.

“Berek!” Aryen said as he caught his brother before he landed on the ground. He sat Berek on the ground gently. “Are you ok?” he asked now concerned about his older brother.

“I...I..” was all Berek could muster.

It took about 5 minutes for Berek to snap out of his trance.

“What happened?” he asked as he rose back to his feet.

“We were hoping you could tell us. You had a stare down with Ameon and then you collapsed after they left.”

Berek then remembered what he saw in Ameon's eyes. “Did he do this?” Berek thought. He decided to put the thought out of his head for now and finish exploring. “We'll talk about this later.”

The Targeryens were walking away from the scene. The rest of the team had their eye on Ameon. They were aware of the strange occurrence that just took place between Ameon and Berek, and were a bit unnerved by it.

“Did you notice that? Berek looked shaken, like Ameon had him in a trance.” one boy whispered to a second.

“Do you think that its....well...” the second boy said, afraid to blurt out the rest of his sentence.

“What? What are you trying to say?” the first boy asked.

Daeneric and the rest of his advisers were close to Ameon. “Ameon, what were you thinking!” he said.

Ameon walked along ignoring Daeneric's questions.

“Come on, brother. You know the risks.” Aegon warned. But his brother's words also fell on deaf ears.

Ameon rushed forward away from his family. He disappeared into the markets alone.

“Aegon, this is really troubling me. I'm afraid of what he might do next. If he slips...”

“It won't happen! Ameon is not like them.” he replied back to Daeneric.

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Robert and Ten was sitting in the dedicated room inside the coliseum. With them was Tywin Lannister, the acting leader of his team.

“So, I take it that you've put my gift to good use?” Robert asked as Ten gave his master a backrub. Robert sat in the chair shirtless as Ten massaged his shoulders. Ten was in only his speedos as his arms and legs were shackled.

“Yea, Robert. He's tracking them down as we speak.”

“Good. But I must warn you though that Bran has been captured by the Brotherhood.”

Tywin's face lit up as anger brushed across it. “What! Then how are we gonna get that key? And why in the HELL did you allow another team to form? It's almost like..”

“Like what?” Robert asked smiling.

“...Like you don't want us to win.” Tywin finished.

Robert continued to enjoy the massage. “No that's not necessarily true. I just want want to have some fun! I can't just let you dominate the thing, right?”

Tywin looked down as thought about Robb's words. “Why are you postponing this thing? I'm ready for this to be over.”

“In due time, cousin. In due time.” Tywin gave up on getting answers out of Robert. “By the way, how is my little brother doing?”

“About the same, like you care.”

“Of course I care! He's my little brother after all.” Robert said casually.

“Then why didn't you send any doctors?” Tywin said in an elevated voice.

“Look, I went through the same thing as well. Remember before that certain thing happened?”

Tywin then thought about it. He did remember Robert getting sick before... “So you think it's THAT?”

“I don't think, I know!”

Tywin then sat in the chair beside him. “If Jeoffery has that, then it could be dangerous.”

“I'm fully aware of that, Tywin. Just keep me informed on this. You may not think it but I do care about his well being. He is my brother after all.”
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The teams have all gathered back at the coliseum. Berek is still shaken from earlier, but he has regained his strength. Robert has yet to return from his quarters to resume the matches.

“What's taking him so long? I'm ready for the games to resume.” Tyrion said as he sat beside his brother Jaime.

“Patience, brother. Robert will show.”

“Maybe you can go out there and have some fun! You know, join those slaves and out beat all of them!”

“Well I could do it, couldn't I. But I don't particularly like being shocked or tied to other boys.” Including Tyrion, the rest laughed at Jaime's sarcasm. But Tywin remained quiet, which was rather usual for him.

“Something on your mind, brother?” Tyrion asked noticing Tywin's serious stare onto the center field.

Then Robert finally appeared with a shirt on and walked up to the podium. The slaves were once again brought out and lined up by teams. The ones who have already spun the wheel were moved to the back.

“And now Team Lannister's second slave will spin the wheel!” Logan was the next in line to spin. He noticed that a new boy was strapped to the wheel.

“At least they are somewhat merciful.” said Logan as he grabbed the wheel. The boy yelled through his gag presumably begging him not to spin. “Sorry.” he said as he gave the wheel a big spin. But Logan now felt sorry for himself as he saw what the wheel chose for his fate.

“It's the Clamp Endurance!” Robert said on the speakers. “In this free-for-all mach, each contestant will be tied and restrained to a pole. As time passes, more and more clamps will be applied to their bodies. The one to endure until all others have begged for mercy wins the game. The winner will receive 2 points. Second, third, and Fourth place will get 1, -1, and -2 points respectively. Now tie them up!” They were taken where 4 poles were staked into the ground. The poles had hooks extruding outwards closer the top. They were forced to strip all their armor to expose their naked skin underneath. Their hands were first tied together rather tightly. They were then roped around the hooks at the top of the poles that held their arms above their bodies. They then proceeded to tie their ankles to the poles to further restrain their movement. They then finished off by tying another rope around their waist to the poles. Logan knew for a fact that he wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

“And now that we are ready begin in 3, 2, 1....GO”

The workers immediately began to take clamps out of the boxes sitting on the ground. “They are just clothespins.” Logan thought. But he didn't expect it to hurt as bad as it did. “Ow!” he said as the sharp pain entered his lower arm and as the worker stuck a clamp to it. Slowly, the worker continued to line clamps down his left arm, all the way to the armpit. Soreness began to creep into his arm as the clamps bit down on his exposed skin.

“Ow! These hurt!” Logan called out.

“What did you expect?” The worker then started to form another line on Logan's right arm in the same places. He would tense up as each clothespin stuck to his skin. “I have to do this.” he thought as the worker started down his sides after finishing his arms. But the combined clothespins were beginning to get uncomfortable. Logan started breathing heavier than normal trying to distract himself from the increasing pain. But what the worker pulled out next really frightened the boy.

“W..wait. You're not seriously putting THAT on me are you?”

The worker smiled as he slowly unscrewed the metal vice wrench creating a gap. Logan started to squirm around as he nervously stared at the horrid device.

“Nnno..don't do that!” he said.

“Are you saying you give up?”

Logan then accepted his fate. “No.” The worker then closed in on Logan's left nipple. He placed the wrench's grips around his nipple and began to twist the screw, closing the gap between each side of the vice grip.

by chadmc90 » Tue Apr 22, 2014 12:27 pm

End of Chapter 41 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 42: Gladiator Games Part 7


The jaws of the wrench bit hard on Logan, as his nipple throbbed in pain. “EIIIIIIIAAAAAAHH” he shouted out at the vice tightened over the skin. “Owowowow!” Logan then heard other shouts across from him and noticed that the others were enduring the same thing. The worker let go of the wrench and allowed it to hang, causing even more discomfort. The worker grabbed even more clothespins from the box.

“It won't be too long now.” he said as he began to clamp them down Logan's left inner thigh.

The clothespins still hurt Logan, but not nearly as bad as the thing hanging from his nipple. “Just have to keep my mind focused on something else.” he said trying ways to take his mind off the pain caused by the clothespins. Then he suddenly heard someone shout “I give up!” He looked over and noticed Balon squirming against his bindings as the same vice hang from his nipple. “I give up! Just please get this damned thing off of me!”

“We have one down!” Robert said through his microphone.

The worker started to pull the clothespins off Balon but not in a pleasant way. “Ow” Balon would say every time a clothespin came off. It made it worse that the worker took his sweet time. “Please get this vice wrench off! It hurts!” Balon begged. But the worker continued at a slow pace.

Logan was trembling as the clothespins continued to clamp to his skin, making their way down the inside of his leg. It was only a minute or so later that he heard another gladiator shout words of surrender. “Please! No more. I give.” Logan heard. “It's down to me and one other.” he thought. “I have to win. He then heard Balon shout again as the boy pulled the vice off after only loosening it slightly. “You Bastard” he heard Balon curse. Logan held for as long as he could, but the pain was mounting. But when the worker pulled out anther vice wrench, a groan of dissatisfaction came out. As the last one, the worker slowly tightened it over Logan's exposed nipple and pinched it tightly. He tensed up at each turn of the vice's screw that tightened the grip. After finishing tightening it up, he let it hang like the last one. At this point, the words of surrender was on the edge of his tongue. He was more than ready for these horrid things to come off that he was willing to risk getting second place. A voice deep in his head told him to hold on but he had enough. Logan started to open his mouth to beg for mercy as the other gladiator beat him to it.

“Please! I can't take anymore! I give up!” he shouted as the worker finished tightening another vice grip on the other gladiator's nipple.

“We have a winner!” Robert said as he declared Logan as such. The workers were more careful with the other three, as they steadily unclamped the clothespins and the horrendous vice wrench from their bodies. It was Balon they wanted to torment, in fact. After they finished removing the clamps from the gladiator's bodies, they then undid their bindings and freed them. Logan immediately began to massage his nipples and other areas the clothespins ravished. “OwOwOwOw” he would say as he slowly rubbed the throbbing areas. He put back on his gladiator outfit and rejoined the the other gladiators.

“That Logan seems like he would make a great team member.” said Tyrion. “I would have given up the moment I saw those vice clamp things! I guess he's lucky they didn't stick them somewhere else... What do you think, brother?” he asked his older brother.

“I don't care who wins.” he responded.

“Of course not.” Tyrion said. “Oh excuse me everyone, I have to use the restroom” Tyrion walked off toward the coliseum entrance to find the restroom stalls.

The rest of the mini games proceeded in a similar fashion. Some would get mini games while others would get point values. In the end, though, it was 5 people who stood tall. Once they thought they would never see their freedom, but their wins gave them their freedom as a member of their newest team. For the Lannisters, Logan had won the day. He was handed a yellow headband by the workers as his prize for winning. Robb, however, wasn't as successful. He came up short in each mini game, causing him to be a slave once more. Drogo of the Targaryens had won his freedom by dominating the Walk the Line and TUG of War mini games. He stood strong with his new freedom as he was handed a black headband. For the Baratheons, a Greyjoy had won his freedom, but it wasn't Theon. It was his Brother Victarian that had claimed the green headband. And for the brotherhood, neither Euron or Rodrik won.

“We have our winners. Teams, I present your new teammates.” Robert proclaimed. They all cheered as they welcomed their new partners to their ranks. But now it was time for the final bout. Members have been selected and will now complete for their team to win another headband for their team. It was time to prove themselves to their teams. “We will take a break until dusk. At that time, we will proceed with the final event of the day. In this event, the winners of each team will face off against each other. The prize for winning will be not one, but TWO headbands!” Robert's new award garnered another round of cheering and applause from the team. “The rest will win 1000, 500, 250, and 100 credits for ranks second through fifth. Your new teammates will be allowed to join you for the break, but I can't say the same for the rest of the slaves.” Robert motioned his hand, and the workers immediately chained and barred the remaining gladiators together and proceeded out to the market area with them in tow.

The teams walked out to the markets for another break. The Lannisters welcomed Logan to their ranks, starting with Tyrion.

“Congratulations are in order, Logan. We were once enemies, but you are now a member of our team. I hope we can put aside our past differences. Because if we can't, there will be a problem.”

Logan looked at him funny. “Oh uh ok. I am Team Lannister now. Team Stark is no more, so I am loyal to this team.”

“Good.”

Over in another part of the market, team Targaryen was also talking with their new member. Drogo, who had once been a slave to the team, now wears their colors which include a black t-shirt and shorts.

“I'm glad to have you, Drogo.” Ameon said as he held out his hand, but Drogo didn't return the courtesy. Just because he was a team member now didn't mean he had forgotten about what all Ameon has done to him and his friends. Ameon looked at him with that familiar sadistic smile as he withdrew his hand. “That's fine. Just remember your place, boy.” He wanted to punch Ameon, but he contained himself. If he hurt Ameon now, the other slaves will receive the punishment.

“Ameon, let's just enjoy ourselves for once. No need to start something now.” Daeneric asked. He stared at Drogo for what seemed like forever and then turned and walked off. Most of the team, including his brothers and Viscerys, followed along. Drogo and Daeneric stayed behind to talk.

“Look, Drogo, I know how you feel about Ameon, but don't try to escalate things. It will just get us into more trouble than we need.”

“How can you just stand by and let him get away with those things.” Drogo asked. “I remember the whimpering the slaves made as Ameon and his brother had their “fun”, and how they were led back to the cells with wellops on their backs. I was the only one who could take such a punishment.”

Daeneric looked down as Drogo stared a hole right though him. “I'm sorry, but I can't do much.”

“And what of the rest of the team. Why do they still have him as leader.”

“Because they are afraid as well. Drogo, there are things you don't understand.”

“And why doesn't Robert do anything either. He has cameras all around the base, including in the dungeons. He sees everything, and yet Ameon is still here.”

Daeneric had no answer for that. Daeneric has noticed that Robert has been rather lenient with the rules he discussed at the beginning of the tournament. But Daeneric knew well enough that Robert has some ulterior motive for this tournament. It seems as if he wants to keep everyone here, even if it meant allowing the rules to be broken. But these were just theories, nothing more. Who knows what goes on inside Robert's head. “Just please, Drogo, be patient.” Daeneric put his hand on Drogo's shoulders, trying to calm him down.

“You should be leader.” he said as he walked away into the markets.

“Leader?” The thought rang in Daeneric's mind.

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The crowd was gathered around a certain stall, laughing at the sight in front of them. They were laughing at the figures strapped onto tables with nothing but speedos. It was all the gladiators that had lost the tournament.

“Welcome Welcome to the Torment Stall! Here we sell torment sessions! For 10 minutes, a person can spend credits to torture one of these lucky boys any way they like. We have clothespins, feathers, electric wands, whips, and much, much more! Come all and enjoy yourself at the expense of another!”

The crowd around was holding up credit bills wanting a turn of their own. Robb was being tickle tortured to death by one boy while Theon was being whipped by another. Some boys jolted as electric wands came in contact with their skin. Euron was not having a good time as candle wax dripped over his exposed body.

“OWWOWOWOW!” he said as each of the hot drops of wax splashed on his skin.

“Take it like a man!” his tormenter commended as he dripped the stuff over Euron's body.

“AHAHAPleaseAHAHAHStop!” Robb begged as the feathers tortured his feet. Another was planting clothespins over his body while this happened.

“What is going on over here?” Berek asked as he noticed the huge crowd. He had decided to take a stroll by himself while his team enjoyed a meal back at the vendors. As he walked up he saw his cousin Robb strapped to the table. He walked up to him as Robb's tormenter's time ran out. After catching his breath, Robb looked over, and for the first time in a long time, gazed upon his cousins face. He was shocked that Berek would be here of all places.

“Berek?” he said as stared him down. “What are you doing here?”

He smiled as he handed some credits over to the stall runner. “I want him” he said as he pointed to Robb.

“Sure thing. You have 10 minutes.”

“Can I buy more time?” Berek asked as he handed the right amount of credits over.

“I don't see why not.”

He walked over to where Robb lay and immediately climbed on top of him.

“Missed me cousin?” he asked as he took out a feather out of the box.

“Yea. Alot. What are you MHPPPPH!” Robb tried to say as Berek stuffed a gag in his mouth.

“Slaves don't need to talk out of line!” Berek said as he locked in the sock gag with a leather strap.

Berek immediately began to tickle Robb.

“MMMMMMPH!” he said as Robb was tortured by Berek. He continued to torture Robb with the tickle onslaught for about 5 minutes. As Robb caught his breath, Berek bent down and whispered in his ear.

“Don't worry about Bran. He's safe with me.” he said. A wave of relief came over Robb. He would have thanked Berek if it weren't for this gag. But he still didn't know about John or Rikken. He wished Berek hadn't gagged him so he could talk.

“Robb, I will try to find a way to get you out of this mess. Please be patient. I will make sure the Starks end up victorious!”

Berek finished his session and said his goodbyes to Robb. Robb now had hope again now that he knew Berek was in this tournament. He wished he could speak with him further but he understood why Berek gagged him. The last thing people need to know was that Berek was a Stark. He was now the only hope for his family's success. “But why did he join this tournament?” Robb thought as he prepared for the next wave of torture.

by chadmc90 » Wed Apr 23, 2014 12:42 pm

End of Chapter 42 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 43: Gladiator Games Part 8(Gladiator Games Finale)


30 minutes before the start of the final face off between the winners of the Gladiators of the tournament, Robb and the rest of the slaves were taken back to the cells inside the coliseum. He would remain there until the last match was concluded. He sat in his bed and thought about Berek, who he hadn't seen in a long time. “What is he doing here?” Robb thought. “How did he know about the tournament?” He remembered the time before Berek moved away from the city where Robb lived. He remembered sneaking away from his home so they could play their games. His mother was still furious with their uncle and forbade any of her kids to associate with them, and therefore Bran never met Berek when he was little. “Oh how I wished I could go back to those days.” he thought.

Meanwhile, the five champions of the Gladiator games they were called were summoned to the center of the field. They stood there waiting for Robert to explain the final challenge. Now that there are two headbands on the line, the champions will be fighting tooth and nail for the win.

“I hope everyone had fun at our new stall in the marketplace! It is now time to begin the final match. For this event, each team member will enter the maze setup in the field at different entrances. Your goal is to capture and tie the other champions. The person that outlasts everyone else will win the event. The order in which each participant is tied will determine his rank. If you are the first to get tied, you will rank last. If you manage to outlast all the other participants, then you will place first. Now workers will decide which of the five entrances you will use.”

A boy decided to do the deed and all 5 champions gathered around him. “Lannister champion, you will be one. Targrayen will be two, Baratheon three, Frey four, and Brotherhood five. There is no advantage to either one, so don't complain about the numbering. Follow me to your starting places.”

“It seems we are ready. Once the workers have gotten all the boys into place the game will begin! There are various objects laying around the arena such as ropes and handcuffs for restraining your opponents.” Robert explained. The boys all lined up at the entrance of the maze.

“Begin” Robert said that sent each boy running into the maze. The maze was made of metal and had several interloping hallways that were all connected. The top was covered by a metallic roof that was dimly lighted along the paths of the hallways. Logan walked cautiously through the halls. He noticed some rope on the floor, which he immediately grabbed. He continued into another hallway and walked down it trying his best to be quiet. He glared around every corner to make sure no one was there. But he knew he would have to eventually find someone. Then he heard footsteps coming from one of the nearby corridors. “Who could it be?” he wandered as he knelt down beside a doorway. In walked Drogo of the Targaryens. If it had been any other, Logan would have risked it. But not against Drogo. With his athletic ability and his muscular build, there was no way he could take him down alone. Luckily, Drogo didn't notice him as he came into the hallway. “He isn't really paying any attention to his surroundings it seemed.” When Drogo disappeared into another corridor, Logan slipped into the next hall to continue his search.

Logan crossed into several halls sneakily. He then heard shouting and scuffling. He walked to where the sound seemed to have come from and peered into the hallway. He saw three boys scuffling on the floor.

“Give up!” said one of them as he pinned the boy to the ground.

“Get off me!” the boy shouted as he wrestled on the floor. Victarion was also there with them, scuffling as they all tried to tie each other up. Logan decided it's best to wait this out to see who comes up victorious. The scuffle lasted three minutes, but eventually Victarion and one other boy finally decided to double team the other. They wrapped the boy in several lengths of rope and gagged his mouth. They then looked at each other after they restrained their victim.

“Now how are we gonna settle this?” said Victarion to the other boy.

“How about I just take you down now!” the other boy said as he plunged into Victarion. The scuffle didn't last long as Victarion was able to get the upper hand. He used a set of handcuffs on the boy to keep him restrained. “Hehe. Now time to find the other two.” he said as he continued to search. Logan debated his options. “He's tired now and would be easy to take down. But what about Drogo? There's no way I can take him alone. I need help.” he thought. Logan decided on the latter and called out to Victarion. “Wait.”

Victarion immediately turned around into a defensive stance. “So you want to try too?”

“Obviously. But we have a bigger problem to worry about.”

Victarion lowered his guard. “I guess your referring to Drogo.” he responded.

“Yea I am. He's too strong to take on alone. But if we work together we may have a chance.”

Victarion plundered the idea and eventually came to a decision. “Fine. I'll work with you.” he said.

They creeped around the halls of the maze looking for their target. “Where do you think he is?” Logan asked. As they entered another hallway, Logan heard loud footsteps to his right. He immediately turned his head and he noticed a large figure racing towards him with rope. He immediately flew onto the boys and started to wrestle them down. The boys tried to fight back, but Drogo was much stronger than they realized. He had both of them pinned down under his sheer muscular hands.

“Give up.” he said as he pressed against their shoulders.

“Never!” Logan said ad he struggled against the strength of Drogo. Logan was able to somehow break his grip and get himself out from under. It was all like a blur as he crawled away from Victarion and Drogo. Drogo used his overwhelming strength to manhandle Victarion and turned him over on his belly in a near instant. He forced his hands to his back and quickly tied the ropes around and between his wrists. Then he lifted both legs together and tied them with his hands, creating one of the fastest hogties Logan has ever seen. Logan was now shacking. If two boys couldn't take him down, how could he do it by himself? He then walked over to where Logan sat against the wall after he was finished with Victarion. Logan was slowly backing himself into a corner as Drogo approached. Logan then noticed Drogo's eyes glowing green, which sent chills down his spine. “What IS he?” he thought as Drogo eased closer. Logan hit the corner of the wall and realized he had nowhere to go. “I'm in no mood to play around. Give up now and I'll spare you the same humiliation as your friend.” Victarion was by no means his friend, but he didn't dare say that. Logan just sat there petrified at Drogo's glowing eyes. Drogo then swiftly grabbed Logan by the neck and pulled him upwards. He had him raised up against the wall as Logan held onto Drogo's hand. Logan had no choice. If he didn't give up, then.. “I -cough-give up -cough-” he said as Drogo held his neck. He dropped Logan after he acknowledged his defeat.

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“What an awesome feat of strength! Drogo comes in first place! For that Team Targaryen wins TWO headbands! Logan comes in second winning Team Lannister 1,000 credits. Victarion comes in at third place winning the Lannisters 500 credits. The Brotherhood and Frey place forth and fifth places respectively. I hope you enjoy today, especially the former slaves. The other slaves will be given to each team before they depart on the ferry. I will hopefully see you all here next Saturday for the Third coliseum games!”

It was dark by the time the games concluded. The ferries was present at the dock to carry the team across the lake. The teams had all gathered waiting for their turn to board the ferry. Logan was still shaken from the last event, not associating at all with his new team members. Tyrion took notice of this and decided to walk over and comfort the boy.

“Are you alright? We're not mad about you losing if that's what you think. Drogo's strength was severely underestimated. There was nothing you could have done.” Tyrion tried to comfort Logan. But it was not working as Logan just stood there. “Look, we're not going to punish you or anything. We're not the Targaryens.”

That prompted Logan to think about the Targaryens. “That boy is on THEIR team. Do they even know about him?” he thought. He then looked at Tyrion. “Do you believe in those old tales about Matthos, Tyrion?”

Tyrion was surprised at Logan's question. He raised his eyebrow and his mouth dropped open a little. “What?” was all he had to say for a moment. “Ummm, well...not really. Well I don't know. I have heard rumors that some people have special abilities, such as healing or brute strength, but they are all just rumors.”

“Brute strength.” Logan thought. “Tell me, did any of those curses mention anything about 'glowing eyes'?” asked Logan. It was another question that seemed strange to Tyrion.

“Uhh. Well I did hear about this ONE story. It said that when the curses activate, their eyes glimmer and glow. That's when the curses are taking effect... But why are you even asking about this? It's just superstition and folkore.”

“Because, Tyrion, because.....” Logan said, trying to spit the words out of his mouth.

“Because...?” Tyrion asked, trying to persuade him on to reveal what he was thinking.

Logan then decided to just say it. “...I saw Drogo in the tournament. He had so much strength that it seemed so unnatural for even him to have at his young age. And his eyes, they were glowing green, like those of a demon.”

Tyrion was now stunned by the revelation. He looked as if he didn't know whether to believe or not. But then sighed and then said “We will talk about this when we get back to the fortress.” he said.

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Stannis and his team march back to their fortress. They were the last to board the ferry, and it was midnight when they reached the other side of the shore. Renly, Stannis's younger brother, stopped them from walking. They were not far from where the ferry unloaded them.

“I have to pee.” Renly said.

Stannis rolled his eyes at his younger brother. “Why here? Why couldn't you have done it back at the coliseum? I'm ready go get back!”

“Well I didn't have to pee at the coliseum. I need to pee now.”

Stannis allowed his brother to go into the woods to urinate. But it was taking an awful long time to finish.

“Someone go rush my brother.” Stannis said to one of his teammates.

In the woods, Renly was peeing away making circles in the dirt from where the urine hit the soil. He was humming a soft melody as he dangled back and forth. But he was not aware that someone was creeping up behind him. As he zipped up his pants, he turned to walk back to his team. He heard some footsteps in the forest that caused him to look around.

“Stannis, is that you?” he asked. “Come on! Don't do this!” but he heard no response. He nervously started walking back to where his team was. Then he heard even more noises from the woods beside him. Before he could react he was tackled by three figures. Before he could shout, his mouth was covered by a hand.

“MMMMMPH!” he said as he struggled against his captors. But he couldn't fight them off. They already had him in shackles and bound with ropes and chains. Then his captors held up a stun gun to his belly. “Cooperate and we won't use this.” Renly relaxed at the sight of the gun, not wanting to give them any reason to use it.

“Good boy. Now come along with us.” The boy commanded. They started to walk off with Renly into the darkness. But they were noticed by the boy that Stannis had sent to check up on his younger brother. When he realized what was happening he shouted.

“Help! Someone has Renly!” The boy said as he noticed Renly in shackles and at the mercy of his captors.

“Oh, sh*t! We need to get out of here” the captors said as they carried off Renly.

The boy didn't chase after them because he knew he couldn't take them alone.

“What happened?” Stannis asked the boy, but he was too ashamed to say. “Wheres my brother? Answer ME” he shouted at the boy.

“Gggonne, Stannis, Ttthey took him. Three of them. I couldn't do anything!” Stannis was shocked by the revelation. “Who?” he asked.

“Ttthey had on black clothes and black shorts. They also wore a bblack headbands.”

Stannis was now shocked even more. “The Targaryens!” he thought. His eys glowed blue with rage and fury. Rocks around him started to rise slowly, levitating in the air.

“What's happening?” asked Victarion.

“They're...floating.” Sallidor commented. Everyone was now concerned and scared.

Davos noticed Stannis, with his back turned to his team, not paying the rocks any attention. “Stannis?” Davos asked as he walked over to him. “Do you not see this?”

But Stannis only said. “Renly.”

“Stannis, Look at me!” he said as he went in front of him. But when he noticed Stannis's glowing eyes, it struck fear into his heart. “Stannis, what is this?” He said falling to the ground. But Stannis didn't pay him any attention. “Renly” was all he mustered.

The rest of the team was now in front of their leader, and now they see what made Davos collapse to the ground. Victarion specifically was familiar with the same glare. “Drogo” he thought. “He had the same eyes.” But Stannis's eyes eventually returned to normal and he collapsed to the ground. Davos crawled over to his friend and saw him unconscious.

“What just happened?” asked one of the boys.

“I don't know, but we can't stay here. Renly is lost to us now, and if it was the Targaryens, then we should make way for the safety of our forts. They outnumber us heavilly.”

The team then started to run towards their fortresses. They saw Team Lannister's fort in the distance as they had to cross Lannister territory to get to their own.

“The pact should keep us safe from the Lannisters.” said one boy.

“It didn't keep us safe from the Targaryens.” replied another.

Davos thought about that. By no means is a team allowed to attack another right after the coliseum games. The pact breaks the following morning when the sun dawns over the horizon. “What where they thinking?” Davos thought as they ran to their fortress. “Why would they risk getting disqualified?” they eventually returned to their fortress and decided to discuss this in the morning. They watched nervously as Davos and Sallidor walked their leader up to his room, still unconscious. After they settled him in bed, they looked at each other.

“What the hell just happened, Davos?” he asked. Davos wished he had the answers, but he didn't know what to make of any of this.

“I don't know. But let's discuss this tomorrow. Maybe Stannis will be awake by then.

by chadmc90 » Thu Apr 24, 2014 7:48 am

End of Chapter 43 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 44: Winds of Change


Daeneric woke up the following Sunday morning, remembering the events of last night. Drogo had not only won his freedom, but had also won two more headbands for the team. He had taking a liking to Drogo, and he considered him one of the team's greatest assets. “There is nothing that can stop us now.” he thought as he walked into the adviser restroom. He took a quick shower and brushed his teeth before walking down into the hall. Before he could enter the kitchen to fix a quick breakfast he heard some people in the entertainment room. “Up this early?” he thought as he entered to see what is going on.

“And that is how we are gonna take the rest of the teams! We will show them the wrath of the Targeryens just like we will show this boy!” Ameon spoke. Daeneric then noticed the near naked black haired boy with his hands tied behind his back. He was being held up by his arms by Aerys and Aegon, hanging limp from their arms. Daeneric also notices several of the team members gathered around listening to Ameon's speech. But that didn't look like the slave they brought home yesterday. “What is going on?” Daeneric thought. He knew Ameon gave two headbands to two of the three slaves after the tournament was over, leaving one other.

“What is going on?” Daeneric asked as he entered the room. Ameon looked at his cousin with that smile; the one he usually gives after he has done something bad.

“Cousin! You finally awake. Look what the Baratheon team gave us a present for winning the Gladiator Games!”

Daeneric looked at the gagged boy and saw tired, but pleading eyes. He also noticed several red marks on his body. “What did you do?” Daeneric asked in an angry tone.

“Okay I'll admit I actually captured him. But what does it matter? We have one more slave to have fun with and they have one less member we have to deal with.”

Daeneric was afraid to ask, but he had to know. “When did you kidnap him?”

Ameon's smile became even more sadistic when he heard Daeneric's question. “The Baratheons were last to leave the coliseum games. It was a perfect time to strike them.”

Daeneric was now fuming. He had just broken one of the games rules. Not only that, a rule where the consequence was immediate disqualification. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING! DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE? DID YOU NOT READ THE RULES?”

Ameon was taken back on Daeneric's outburst. He now was shooting daggers out of his eyes as he stared down his cousin. “Don't you dare speak to me like that! Do you not know who I am?”

“A fool.” Daeneric responded as he charged out the door. He immediately rushed up to the second floor and into the conference room where Ameon had left the laptop. But he noticed that Robert was sending a voice call. “Oh sh*t” said aloud as he rushed over and opened the computer.

“Uh, hey Robert. Hehe how has it been? We haven't talked in a..” Daeneric said nervously.

“Cut the crap, Targaryen. Wheres Ameon at?” Robert asked forcefully.

“Hes...still in bed.”

“Well wake him up.”

“Uh well...he's sleeping over at......another fort....hehe” Daeneric felt really stupid after he said that.

“I'm not laughing.” Robert responded.

“Ok, but Robert please. Don't disqualify us. I promise we will return the boy AND hand over our other slave for compensation.”

For a while now Robert looked as if he was going to jump down Daeneric's throat. But a smile that would put Ameon's to shame spread across his face. Daeneric was unsettled by this change of expression.

“Well did you think I would disqualify you on the first offense? Come on, I'm not that mean.” Daeneric didn't know whether to be happy or confused by the statement.

“So you aren't gonna kick us out of the tournament?” Daeneric asked just to be sure he heard right.

“Oh no no no no no, what was your name again? Oh it doesn't matter. I won't kick you out of the tournament. Hell you can keep the boy you took for all I care. The few times I've seen him the runt was always whiny and clingy, just like his brother Stan.” Daeneric was shocked to learn that the kid was Stannis Baratheon's younger brother. Even more so, that would make him Robert's younger cousin.

“Uh, isn't that your cousin?” he asked even more confused now.

“Yes it is. Although you couldn't tell by being around them. We are nothing alike. But to more pressing matters. While I am letting you off the hook with this one, there is another problem.”

“And what would that be?”

“You see, Ameon is getting a bit rough with his captives. I don't necessarily want him out of the tournament, but I don't particularly approve of his torture methods. So, I want him out of your team's leader position.” Daeneric was floored by Robert's proposition.

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Davos finished his breakfast which consisted of a sausage and biscuit with a large cup of orange juice. He had just finished telling Robert what happened last night, but he couldn't get the conversation out of his mind.

“Why did he let them off the hook?” he wandered. “They didn't just capture ANYBODY, it was his cousin of all people, Stannis's brother Renly.” He then washed his plate in the sink and placed it in the drainer. He walked upstairs to Stanis's bedroom and saw him still laying on the bed. Sallador was also there, sitting on a chair beside his bed.

“Come on, Stannis. Davos is talking to Robert right now. I'm sure Renly will be back here in no time.”

“Go away.” was all he said. Davos walked into the room and caught Sallador's attention.

“Oh your back. So when will Renly be back?”

Davos just looked at him gloomily. How could he tell them that not only did Robert disregard the rules, he also is allowing them to keep Renly.

“Sal, come here for a moment.” he said motioning him to the hall. They both left Stannis in his room and talked to each other outside in the hallway.

“What is it?” Sallidor said nervously as he and Davos walked away from the doorway. Davos told him what Robert had decided. “What? Why would Robert let this happen? I don't get it!”

“I don't either. But we have to figure something out.”

“But how are we gonna get him back? We are outnumbered by them.”

“We have no choice, we have to tell Stannis.”

“I guess so. If you tell Stannis, I'll inform the rest. You're his best friend, after all.”

They each left one another. Davos walked back into the room with Stannis, who was now sitting at the desk in the room. An expression of anger and depression showed. He sat in the same chair Sallador was in earlier after dragging it over to Stannis.

“Look Stannis, I...”

“There's no need to say anything. I heard you out in the hall.” Stannis looked as if he wanted to hurt someone, but Davos didn't say anything.

“I'm sorry, Stannis. We will get your brother back somehow.”

Stannis didn't respond to Davos for a couple of moments. He just stared away from Davos.

“You don't need to be sorry. Right now, those Targaryens could be doing anything to him. I have heard the rumors, haven't you? It's one thing to be caught period, but it's another when it's the Targaryens that are doing the catching. Just the thought of what they have planned for him scares me, Davos.” He slammed his hand on the desk as hard as he could out of frustration. “GrrrRRRR! If they dare hurt him in any form or fashion, I will make them suffer. No, they have already passed that point! I WILL make them pay no matter what!”

Stannis's demeanor has dramatically changed. It made Davos very uneasy, and he was afraid of what Stannis might do. “What if IT happens again?” he thought. He had to get the truth out of him.

“Stannis?” he said asking for his attention.

“What?” he said with anger.

“Uh, do you remember what happened last night? I mean after Renly was captured?”

Stannis looked at him funny. “What about it? We couldn't do anything because they got too far. So...wait....what happened?”

Davos wanted to tell him about the rocks floating and...his eyes. But he was scared to say anything about it dreading the reaction Stannis would have. But before he had a chance to say anything, one of their team members came into the door. It was one of the creepiest boys he had ever known. He had short dark read hair and bright red eyes to match. He was a skinny slender boy with almost pale caucasian skin. Rather than the usual green colors, he preferred to wear red colored clothing, which usually consisted of a turtle neck long sleeve shirt and red cloth pants. If he could change the color of his headband, he probably would have it red too. The boys name was Mel, and he sent chills down everyone's spine.

“Your gift awakened last night, Leader. That's what happened.” the boy said with a sly and clever tone.

“Mel? What are you talking about? Gift?” Stannis asked him, confused about what he was talking about.

“Yes, gift my leader. You have a Matthos Curse.” Davos looked at him, surprised to hear that come out of Mel's mouth.

“Are you trying to say something about Davos's brother?” Stannis asked.

“No, that name is quiet common given it's association with the curse. Do you two know the story of those that posses this curse?” Davos and Stannis both looked at each other.

“What are you talking about?” asked Stannis looking more confused than ever.

“I'm talking about you. You were cursed from birth, which very few in this world are. You posses a hidden power that could win you this game, Stannis. Davos, you saw it. The rocks levitating in the air..and that look in his eyes. Those bright glowing blue eyes. They were a wonder to see, weren't they?”

Stannis looked at the boy as if he were insane. But Davos didn't doubt it. He knew that what the boy was saying was at least partially true. Davos had a gut feeling in his heart that night that Stannis did cause those rocks to levitate. He looked at Stannis, trying to hide his fear and concern. But Stannis saw it in his face.

“D..Davos, Say something. Tell him that he's wrong. Come on! Do you know how crazy this sounds? Tel Mel he's wrong!”

But Davos gave an answer Stannis never expected. “No, Stannis. He's right. Everyone saw it after Renly was taken. We all saw the rocks float around us and your eyes glowing a bright blue color. I was scared, Stan. We were all scared.”

Stannis looked shocked, and he had every right to be. “You too?”

Stannis got up and walked toward the window. A storm came up out of nowhere that morning, raining down lightning on the landscape sending thunder off as it hit.

“Stannis, don't think of this as a curse. People call it that because they don't understand..us”

Stannis turned his head and looked at Mel. “Us?”

“Yea. I have a gift too, Leader.”

by chadmc90 » Sat Apr 26, 2014 7:57 am

End of Chapter 44 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 45: The Lords Hound


During Saturday’s Gladiator Games event, 5 people won their freedom and joined a team. One of those boys won the final bout and claimed even more power for his team. But as this was going on, two other boys were walking on the estate back to the Brotherhood's headquarters. For the first time in a long time, Rikken and Rhaegar have finally found each other again. They were both laughing and carrying on, talking about everything from school to the tournament until Rhaegar heard something in the nearby bushes.

“What was that?” he asked as he turned around to see what it was.

“What is it?” Rikken asked, not hearing the sound.

“I thought I heard something from there.” he responded as he pointed to the bushes.

They listened and watched closely for a minute, but didn't hear the sound again.

“Could of just been a squirrel or bird, Rhaegar.”

“Probably so.”

They continued on to the cave where the Brotherhood headquarters were. But a few minutes later, another sound was heard.

“Stop.” the sound said, which prompted the boys to turn around. Before them they saw a tall and buff boy with a scar on his face. He was shirtless and had on black nylon pants. His neck was fitted with looked like a shock collar. His eyes were jet black and had short hair with the same color. Around his shoulders and waist are lengths of rope wrapped around.

Rikken was nervous at the sight of the man. “Wwho are you?” he asked the huge boy. The boy just stood there silently, not muttering a word.

“We asked you a question. Who are you?” Rhaegar repeated. Again, the boy said nothing.

The boy then started walking towards the two, which prompted them to walk backwards away from them.

“Stay back!” Rhaegar warned, but the words fell on deaf ears as the boy walked faster.

“Run!” Rhaegar shouted to Rikken, and they took off in the opposite direction. They ran as fast as they could from the monster. At least that's what they thought the boy was. But the pursuing monster was able to keep up with them.

“Come on Rikken. Don't slow down!”

“I'm trying!” said Rikken.

They ran for what felt like hours to them, when in fact it was roughly 15 minutes. They noticed that the monster stopped pursuing them, so they slowed down to catch their breath.

“Who was that?” Rikken said panting.

“Like I would know! I've never seen him before.”

But suddenly, Rikken was tackled ferociously as the monster seemingly leaped out of thin air.

“Rikken!” Rhaegar shouted as he saw Rikken pinned down into the dirt. The monster was unwrapping the rope around his body while he pinned down Rikken with his immense power. “Hang on, Rikken! I'm coming!” Rhaegar said as he rushed to where the monster sat on top of his friend. But as he got close, he dropped the rope and slammed his hand into Rhaegar's stomach, which sent him flying a short distance away. Rhaegar's back collided into the ground. As he rose up, he began coughing as if the wind was knocked straight out of him. The punch nearly knocked him out and he couldn't sit up right away.

“Rhaegar, Please help!” Rikken called as his hands were tied behind his back.

“Rikken!” Rhaegar called, now laying on his stomach reaching his hand out to Rikken. The monster tied Rikken's hands together behind his back. He then proceeded to tie the rest of the rope around his body as if he were wrapping a Christmas Tree with lights. The rope made one last loop around his legs and the monster tied the end to that loop, securing Rikken tightly. Rhaeger then reached into his pocket to pull out a stun gun. “This should do the trick!” he thought as he pointed the gun at the monster. He pulled the trigger and it stuck straight on the monsters belly. But to Rhaegar's shock, the monster didn't even flinch. He just grabbed the end that stuck to him and jerked it away from his belly. “What..are you?” Rhaegar asked as the monster rose off Rikken. He picked up Rikken like a doll and threw him over the shoulders. “The Lord's Hound” was all he said as he began to walk off.

Rhaegar slowly got back to his feet while still holding his belly. That one punch knocked him so hard that he ached all over. He watched as Rikken called out from the distance for his friend, but there was nothing he could do. There was one other boy back at the base and the rest of the team was at the coliseum games. All he could say was “I'm sorry”, and Rhaegar began to walk back to his base.

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Tywin marched back with his team back to the Lannister fortress after exiting the ferry later that night. It didn't take too long to return to their headquarters. But when they arrived, they noticed two figures on the ground. When they got closer, Tywin immediately recognized one of them as Robert's hound.

“Oh, I see you've returned! And you've brought back something?” Tywin remarked when he saw the tied figure on the ground.

“I did just as you commanded. I found one of the Stark boys and brought him back.”

“Good, job. Turn him over where I can see his face.”

The Hound did as he was told and flipped the boy over on his back, still wrapped in rope from neck to leg. Tywin saw the typical Stark headband around his forehead.

“So, you are indeed a Stark team member. And which brother are you?” Tywin asked the bound boy. Rikken didn't respond. “Sigh, I see that I will have to get rough with you. Mark my words, boy, I WILL make you tell me where the key is! Hound, did you find anyone else in the forest?”

“Yes sir. But he was wearing a brown headband, and you told me not to capture anyone wearing headbands except for the Stark team.”

“I see. What color was this boy's headband?”

“Brown, sir.” The Hound responded.

Tywin figured there was more of them than who showed up at the coliseum. “Could the one with the key be with them?” he thought. He then looked back at the restrained Rikken. “So I guess you know that two of your brothers are on the run out there, don't you? One of you took Robb's headband and the key away from the fortress. Until I find out, you best prepare yourself, boy.”

Logan was watching from where the rest of the team was standing as Tywin talked to Rikken. “He was caught.” Logan thought. He feared for what Rikken was about to go through, but he was glad it wasn't him.

Then, Tywin turned around to look at him. “Hey, new kid! Get over here!” Logan reluctantly walked towards them with uneasiness. He stood in front of his leader ready for whatever he had to say.

“Tyrion said you were on the Stark team formerly. Tell me, which one of them is he.” Tywin asked with a stern demeanor.

Logan looked over to where Rikken laid on the ground. He saw Rikken glancing up at him with pleading eyes. “He wants me to rescue him” Logan thought.

“Remember what team your on now, boy. Your not a Stark no more so you owe them no loyalty. Tell me who he is.”

“Its....Rikken Stark.” Logan responded slowly.

“Go on.” Tywin demanded.

“He was one of the ones that broke his bindings on the battlefield. He wasn't with the other one that was left back at the fortress.”

“And what's the name of the boy that was at the fortress?”

“Bran....Bran Stark.” Logan responded.

“I see. I guess that answers all my questions then. But if I find out your lying to me, you BOTH will suffer severe consequences. Understand?”

Logan shook his head up and down in confirmation. Tywin ordered The Hound to carry Rikken into the dungeons along with the new slaves they won at the coliseum games. Logan started towards the member bedrooms when Tyrion stopped him.

“Logan, I need to talk.” Tyrion said. “Come with me to the conference room.”

Tyrion and Logan walked up the stairs to the second floor and entered the conference room. Logan and Tyrion sat in two of the chairs that circled the table.

“Logan, I just wanted to make sure you understand that my brother doesn't take threats lightly. If you are lying and he finds out, he will not be very forgiving.”

“I'm not lying!” Logan explained to short boy.

“I hope so for your sake. And about that other thing I said we would talk about.”

“You mean with Drogo?” Logan said.

“Yea. Look, Logan, you need to understand that you can't spread this around to everyone. These things are best if not revealed.”

“So your saying that I wasn't just imagining anything, then?”

Tyrion looked at him for a moment, then bowed his head. “Sigh, no you weren't imagining things, Logan. The Curse of Matthos does exist, but only very few people are born with it. So few in fact that it still remains a mystery to most of the world to this day.”

Logan didn't know what to think! All this stuff about curses and secret powers was hard to take in. But after what he saw with that Drogo boy and after Tyrion revealed the truth, there was no way he could be imagining things.

“So...are you saying these curses...are real?”

“Yea, and it runs through my family as well.”

Logan's eyes widened after hearing that. “Wait, so are you..”

“Cursed? I really don't know. It is hereditary but not all family members are cursed. Logan, I am trusting you with this information. It better not leave this room, alright?”

“Yea...I would look like a fool if I told anyone else, right?”

“Exactly. You can go to bed now. I may tell you more about it later if I decide to.”

Logan got up and walked towards the door. He clearly had a lot to think about now. He has his freedom back and is team member again, and now he has to think about these “Curses.” It was too much to absorb in one night, so he decided to put it out of his head for the time being. But Tyrion stopped him before he got completely out the door.

“Oh, and one more thing: keep your visits with that Stark boy to a minimum. My brother is a bit paranoid, and may suspect something if you visit often. Good night, Logan.”

by chadmc90 » Mon Apr 28, 2014 11:20 am

End of Chapter 45 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 46: Ameon the Tyrant


Berek and Rhaegar were setting around the table in the bar room inside the Brotherhood's headquarters. The rest of the team was around them as Rhaegar explained the events that transpired the day before during the Coliseum Games.

“I'm sorry, Berek. I found him, but he was taken by...by..” Rhaegar said, trying to find words to describe the guy that took Rikken away.

“By What?!” Berek asked him.

“He looked like a boy, but then again.. He was very muscular and had the strength to back it up. He assaulted us when we were trying to run away. He tackled Rikken to the ground. He easily restrained him as he wrapped him in rope. When I tried to help, he punched me as hard in the belly as he could. Or that's what it felt like. I felt like I got hit by a car!” Rhaegar rubbed his hand across his shirtless stomach wrapped in bandages. It was still sore from the impact. “I could barely move and breath as I tried to raise up. All he said was 'The Lord's Hound' when I asked him his name. And the most scary part was when I tried to taze him with that stun gun you lent me. When I used it, he stood there like it was nothing! It didn't even faze him, Berek!”

Berek had a face of worry and anger. He has just as confused about the situation like everyone else. “Did he have anything on like a headband?”

“No, he just had on these nylon pants. And he had what looked like a shock collar on his neck.”

“I see.” Berek thought for a moment to try and figure out who this guy was. But no answers came to mind as he pondered around with the little hints that were provided. The only thing that stuck in his mind was “The Lord's Hound.” Could it really be someone under Robert. But what about that thing around his neck? If a stun gun didn't work on him, surely a shock collar wouldn't either. Was it one of Roberts slaves? Eventually, Berek gave up trying to figure this out now.

“I'm going to see Bran.” he said as he got up and walked to the bedrooms where Bran, Jojen, and Chase were tied three of the beds. He walked in and saw three boys where he left them the day before. He gave a big smile and sat down beside Bran's bed.

“I see you're behaving right!” Berek teased as he tickled Bran's unhurt foot.

“Hahaha. Stop. We can't do much of anything cuffed to these bedposts. Haha.”

“Oh, right.” Berek replied sarcastically. “I forgot about that.” He got up and walked to the door. “Some of you bring the keys.” he commanded to his team members. Two boys rushed in and immediately handed the keys to Berek. He then proceeded to unbind Jojen and Chase from their restraints. “It's time to earn your keep, slaves! These two guys will tell you what needs to be done.”

The boys were binded by shackles at their feet. The shackles had a long length of chain to allow enough movement to walk around. They were spared from having to strip to their undergarments, but the boys made sure that was a gracious privilege. They walked out of the room into the hallway, leaving Bran and Berek in the room alone.

“I would make you get to work, but I don't want you walking on that leg. So you'll stay here for now. We do have dungeons, and they will sleep in there with the other slaves.”

“Did you get some new slaves?” Bran asked curiously.

“Yes, and didn't spend a single credit on them. The tournament yesterday was solely about slaves winning their freedom. But I'll tell you about it later. I have some other things to discuss.” Bran was listening on with open ears. “First, we found your brother Rikken.”

Bran was exited at the news. He hadn't seen his younger brother since they left to face off against the Lannistetr/Greyjoy Alliance. “You did? Where is he?”

“Well, we kinda lost him!?” Berek looked at Bran awkwardly. Bran return the same look out of confusion.

“Lost. What do you mean?”

“Well, not lost, but taken.” Bran's heart sank deeper into his chest. He couldn't believe that his younger brother was captured. “By who?” Bran asked.

“Rhaegar and one other person stayed behind yesterday...” he began to explain what happened. Bran was just as sad and confused about all this.

“No, no, no! This can't be happening!” Bran exclaimed. He was on the verge of crying. “Please, you have to get him back, Berek! There's no telling what they are doing to him! What if it was the Targaryens..” Bran said. Berek put his hand over Bran's mouth.

“Shh Shh. Don't think like that. We don't know who has him. But he won't be hurt. Yea he will be humiliated somewhat but not hurt.” Berek tried to comfort Bran but it wasn't working. He wasn't very convincing, mainly because he doubted his own words too. He didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew that something was amidst.

“There's one other thing I need to tell you. I talked to your brother Robb.”

Bran's teary face looked up at Berek. “Robb? How did you see him?”

“At the games, they had this booth where you could buy torture sessions with the gladiators that lost. Robb was one of them.”

“So Robb lost. What team is he on now.”

“The teams that brought slaves were allowed to keep one slave from their stockpile. Walder decided to pick Robb for their choice. I guess to keep enemies close... But I did use the chance to talk to him, briefly though. He seemed okay and unhurt. I told him you were ok. I didn't want people knowing about our connection. Not just yet, anyway.”

Rhaegar came into the room. Bran and Berek looked at the boy as he stood there with his head bowed. “Bran, I'm sorry. I couldn't get your brother here.”

Bran looked at his old friend that he and his brothers rescued all those years ago. Bran could cry again, but he knew now he had to be strong if he was gonna survive this mess. The only hope now was through the Brotherhood. “It's ok, Rhaegar. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for any of that.”

Rhaegar smiled in a gracious way. Berek then got up and stood next to Rhaegar and whispered in his ear. Bran wished he knew what they were saying, but the words were inaudible to him. It wasn't until both boys produced a mischievous smile that Bran realized what they were thinking.

“Bran, you may not can do chores, but you can be of use some.. other ways.”

Bran got nervous as they walked towards him. They undid his handcuffs binding him to the railings, removed his shirt, and tossed it to the other side of the room. They redid his bindings as Bran started to struggle against them. “What are gonna do to me?” he asked as they clamped the handcuffs back in place. Berek started reaching for Bran's armpit that made Bran realize their intentions.

The giggling lasted for several minutes as Berek and Rhaegar tickle tortured Bran. “Please, cut it out guys. Hahaa. I'm ticklish there haha.” Bran pleaded. Berek responded with an “Oh Really?” comment. They were careful not to bump Bran's foot against the railings, but they nonetheless continued to tickle Bran in every location imaginable above the waist. It lasted on and off for several minutes to an hour.

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Four days have passed since the Coliseum Games. No teams have made any moves against each other. The Lannisters and Freys were bidding their time, while Stannis and Daeneric were trying to figure out their own problems. The Brotherhood was too small at the moment to make any major moves, so they decide to stay hidden for the time being. But it certainly wasn't going to stay that long.

Ameon marched with his brothers and Viscerys beside him. Robert had mentioned in a newsletter that several slaves escaped from the Stark Fortress after they fell. Ameon was determined to hunt down these slaves to replace the ones he lost in the Gladiator Games. With only two now after assigning the two headbands he won to two of the three slaves, he was starving for more torture sessions.

“We will find those slaves if it's the last thing we do!” he said. Not only was three of his advisers with him, he also brought along 10 other team members for the hunt, including Drogo and Daeneric. He had to think about what Robert said. And he had to let the others know without alerting Ameon. But he had to do it without anyone knowing Robert was forcing him to do this. “That was one of the conditions. He didn't want it tracing back to him.” Daeneric thought as he walked.

“I can't wait to find those fugitives. Yea that's what they are. Prisoners who escape their masters are fugitives. Prisoners who escape their confines have to be punished, Oh Yes. Haha. Unfortunately for them they have a new warden. The old one was too weak and lenient to be a proper warden. But I will show them what their new master is capable of. They will NEVER want to run again after I'm finished with him. HahahaHA!”

“He's losing it.” Daeneric thought. It was the curse of the Targaryens. Daeneric knew the truth about Ameon's parents. Being the former Lords, the Targaryens sought to keep their blood “Pure” by marrying within the family. His mother and father was in fact brother and sister. Daeneric believed this was the cause for their insanity. But rather than dwelling on the past, Daeneric decided to focus on the present. He knew what he had to do, and he had to do it now before Ameon caused another scene.

“Ameon!” Daeneric called out to his cousin, causing the entire team to come to a stop.

Ameon turned around, confused at why Daeneric stopped.

“Daeneric, do you realize that we are losing precious time? Our prey slips from our fingers with each passing second!”

“No, Ameon. We've been doing this for the past three days. Those slaves have probably been either recaptured or turned themselves in. Stop this Ameon, this is pointless.”

Ameon looked like he was blatantly offended. “What? Since when did you think you could tell me what to do? You best remember your place, cousin!” He and Daeneric stared each other down.

“I know my place, Ameon. I am now the leader of this team!” This prompted whispers from the rest of the teams, and Ameon just stood there with his jaw dropped.

“You have some nerve, cousin! You best take back those words, or I may strip you of that headband and make you my next slave.” They were both now steaming. It looked as if they could both hit each other at any moment. Then Daeneric turned to his team.

“My friends. We stand here in this tournament, risking our very freedom. We fight for this man to be called King of the Wooden Throne. But this man has demonstrated that he has no interest in winning this tournament. His only interest seems to be punishing anyone he can possibly punish. So I am now taking it upon myself to take his place and win this tournament. With him, we all will lose and this will be all for not. But with me as leader, I WILL win us this tournament.”

The rest of the team said nothing. All they did was stood there and watch their leaders feud. Ameon then started clapping his hands as if applauding a play he just saw. “Well done, Daeneric. That was an all inspiring speech you just entertained us with. But everyone knows better than to defy ME! Advisers, seize him!” he said to Aegon, Aerys, and Viscerys.

Without a second word, they all closed in on Daeneric. “Even you, Viscerys?” he thought as he looked into his brother's eyes. But he saw no regret or remorse. They grabbed Daeneric and held his hands behind his back. “Get off me!” he shouted as he struggled against his family. But before they could lock in the handcuffs, the rest of the team swarmed the four Targaryens and tackled them to the ground. Before long, they were the ones in shackles and chains.

“What is going on? What have you done!” Ameon said loudly. “I am your leader! You hear me? Don't you dare leave me like this! You will regret this day, all of you!”

Drogo then walked over to where Ameon is and landed a punch on his cheekbone as hard as he could swing. “That's for all the things you've done to me and my friends!”

Ameon looked up at Drogo as if he wanted to kill him. His face was full of hatred and anger and if free, he would have charged Drogo. But then that expression was replaced with the same sinister smile that Ameon always got when he was 'going to that special place.'

“Hahahhahahahahah!” he laughed menacingly as he lay on the ground with a red spot where Drogo hit him. “You, Daeneric, have more balls than I gave you credit for. I thought you were a coward just like our brother, my brothers, and even my dear parents. They lost their seat because they were weak, Daeneric. But now I see there is still hope for this family. You and me, were just alike. The fires of our ambitions roar deep within our hearts. Hahaha. We will one day regain our glory and overthrow the usurper and his son from their place. Oh, Daeneric, if you plan to keep me like this, do me a favor would you? Make sure you don't screw it up! Hahahahaha!”

They all sat there silently as Ameon spoke. He had finally lost it, and everyone now saw Ameon's true self. “Gag him.” Daeneric said to Drogo as he handed him a ball gag.

“Gladly!” he replied.

“HAHAHAHA. HAAHAHHAMMMMRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR!” Ameon continued until Drogo finished fastening the gag over his face. But even the ball gag didn't stop the menacing laughter. Daeneric then took his adviser headband off and handed it to Drogo. Daeneric stepped over to where Ameon lay and removed his leader headband, placing it on his own head.

“Thank you for placing your trust in me! I will make sure it's well earned and will devote every minute to winning this tournament! With your help, I know we can do this! I am Daeneric Targaryen, and I am your new leader!”

The rest of the team started chanting “Daeneric!” repeatedly celebrating the fall of the Targaryen tyrants. Daeneric looked on as they cheered his name, thinking about the long road ahead.

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by chadmc90 » Tue Apr 29, 2014 5:58 pm

End of Chapter 46 Organization

Arc 2: Survival of the Strongest

Chapter 47: A Slaves Affections


The window cast rays of the evening light through the curtains that dimly lit the room in an orange glow. Lane sat next to Jeoffery's bed, watching over him as he slept. It has been several days now, and Jeoffery has barely made a peep. His fevers come and go, and he barely says any words. Lane was tasked with keeping liquids down him. Often times he would have to help Jeoffery to the bathroom and aid him. They were very uncomfortable situations, but with Jeoffery only half-conscious, he probably wouldn't remember it.

Strangely enough, Lane felt himself drawn closer each day to his boy master. This made Lane uncomfortable as well. As he tried to fight these feelings, they pulled him in even deeper. But something about these feelings unsettled Lane. It didn't feel right at all. It felt almost...unnatural. Lane never wanted to like Jeoffery. After everything he was put through, Lane doesn't really want anything do with him! But something deep within his mind said differently. This voice, he called it, told him to he wanted Jeoffery's acceptance and support. It told him that he wanted Jeoffery to acknowledge him as a friend. The voice even suggests that he wants even more than that. He wants be beside Jeoffery more than ever. He wants to, to...

“Kiss me...” he heard Jeoffery mumble in his sleep. Lane was mere inches away from Jeoffery's face with his lips puckered. He realized quickly what was going on and pulled himself away in time before making the huge mistake. He came out of his chair like lightning and immediately rushed towards the window with his hands placed around his head. He paced back and forth trying to decipher what just happened.

“What....just happened?” Lane asked himself. He was about to kiss the guy! He contemplated for what seemed like hours about the occurrence. “I..what am I doing?” he would ask himself over and over again. “Am I...no I can't be.” he also repeated in his mind. He looked over to where Jeoffery lay, and saw a slight smile on his face. It was an awkward smile, not like the sadistic smile he would give before one of his torture sessions. But this smile was warm and inviting. “He looks innocent under those sheets.” Lane thought as he watched Jeoffery from the distance. Lane started to smile a bit at Jeoffery's own smile. But then something completely unexpected happened.

“Kiss me, Lane....” mumbled Jeoffery in his deep sleep.

Lane's jaw would have hit the floor if it weren't connected to his head. “What..did he just say?” Lane walked over to where Jeoffery lay and stood there. “He...wants me to...no, he's just dreaming. Just a dream. Or maybe I'm the one dreaming.” Without realizing, Lane was slowly bending his back and easing his head close to Jeoffery. His lips eased slower and slower towards his master's own. They were so close he could feel the air rush out of Jeoffery's lungs as he breathed. “Closer...Almost there” he thought.

But a sudden knock on the door broke Lane's trance. “Lane, I came to check on Jeoffery.” he heard Jaime call out from behind the door. Lane immediately lifted his head and went over to the door to open it. Jaime came inside with his usual bright and shiny smile. He walked to Jeoffery's bedside and sat in the chair. “So, how is my cousin doing? Any changes?”

“Uh, no no No changes.” Lane said nervously.

Jaime immediately took notice of Lane's tense state. “Lane, are you okay, you seem...nervous like something just happened.” Jaime commented and asked the boy.

“Uh no, no. Everything's fine. There's nothing wrong...with the exception of Jeoffery's condition, of course.” Lane had one hand scratching his head trying to look as if everything was normal. But he couldn't fool anyone.

Jaime looked at him awkwardly, but decided to drop the subject altogether. “Well, ok. If you or Jeoffery need something, make sure to tell one of us.” he said as he got up and walked out of the room.

After Lane left the room, he started panting nervously again. “What if he just walked in without even a warning?” Lane thought as he sat in a the chair next to the work desk in the room. “What if anyone walked in here? And what was I thinking? It can't happen again!” but as Lane looked over at Joeffey once more, he knew he couldn't fight the feelings forever....

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The Lannister brothers and Littlefinger are in the interrogation room along with Rikken. Rikken is strapped to the rack with his arms being pulled away from him. Every turn of the lever puts even more tension on his arms and legs. Rikken is stripped near naked with only a speedo on. Tywin sighs and gently nudges the lever once more.

“Ahhhhhh!” Rikken called out as his arms and legs were pulled even more tightly. “Please! Stop it!” he begged his captors.

“Then tell me what you know.” Tywin asked once more.

“I..I don't know anything. He didn't say anything about me. Just that he offered to give me food. Please no more.”

Jaime sighed as he grabbed Rikkens nipples and twisted them rather roughly. “OwOw! Please stop this!” Rikken begged.

“Then tell us what we need to know. That's all you have to do.”

Rikkon remained silent for a moment as his captors stood there waiting for an answer. Then Tywin spoke up.

“Get those clamps, Jaime.” Tywin ordered his younger brother. Jaime then went over to the table and grabbed two vice clamps. He walked back to Rikkon and flashed them before his face. They were connected by a tiny chain as he dangled them above Rikken. Rikken gulped at the sight of them.

“I am giving you one more chance! You either tell me what you know or these will go on those little nipples of yours, boy.”

Rikken remained quiet for another moment, contemplating his choices. “I can't rat them out, can I? But if I don't...I don't know how much more I can take.” He was immediately pulled out of his thoughts as he felt stinging in his nipples. “AHHHHHH!” he cried out once again.

“You will tell me what I need to know. I can twist these as tight as I need them so much that you will be begging me to get things off of you.”

Tywin continued to torture Rikken by slowly tightening the clamps. He also ordered his brothers to tickle him continuously to further entice the bound boy to spill what he knows.

“Hahahaha. Please. I don't know anything. Ahaha. You're wasting your time. Ahaha.”

“Liar!” Tywin shouted as he landed his hand straight across Rikken's face. Jaime and Tyrion pulled back after the slap. “I am getting angrier by the minute boy. You can save yourself a lot of trouble by simply revealing what you know.”

The impact of the slap was stinging on Rikken's face. He was running out of time, and he didn't know what to do.

“I have plenty more things to try out on you boy. Plenty of things that will get you to reveal the truth. I won't ask you again, boy. Who was that boy and where is the Brotherhood's base?”

But Rikken didn't know that! Rhaegar never told him where their base was. He was just gonna show him. He had to think of a way out of this before Tywin's tortures got worse. But it was too late for that. He grabbed something else off the table. He picked up what looked like a blade connected with a circle shaped ring at the top. Tywin held onto the handles with both hands and he closed the device together. The blade covered the hole the ring made completely, Rikken was confused as to what the device was.

“Rikken, do you know what they would do to people that told lies in the old times? Men who lied lost something very precious to them. Something all men value most in this world. Without it, well men were just not men. Now tell me, how important is it to you that you keep what makes you a man?”

Rikken now had a pretty good idea of what Tywin was thinking. With sweat pouring off his face, Rikken looked more frightened than he had ever been.

“No, you wouldn't.” He wanted to cover himself so badly at that moment, but his hands would not budge from their restraints. “You can't hurt me. That's against the rules. I..”

“You wanna bet? Try me and see.” Tywin started to move his hand towards Rikken. Rikken was now shaking feverishly.

Tywin then held the device up to Rikken's face. He let Rikken get a good look at it while he snapped the device like opening and closing a pair of scissors. “Please no no no! You win! I give! His name was Rhaegar! He was a friend from long ago and he wanted to take me back to his team's headquarters. But he never told me where before that monster attacked us! Please I swear that's the truth. I don't know any more than that I swear!”

Tywin and the other three advisers looked down at their captive. Then Jaime and Tyrion busted out laughing.

“What?” Rikken asked in confusion.

“Oh come on! We would never do that to another person. But it sure was funny how scared you were. Haha. Nice job blurting that info out though.” Jaime said.

“Then, what is that thing?” Rikken asked cautiously.

“Just a replica. Mainly use for physiological torture, and it sure did work. They really used those things to chop off a man's manhood back then. I even heard that they fed their decapitated parts to the goats afterwards....”

“Just a joke?” he thought. He was calming down as Jaime, Tyrion, and Littlefinger laughed on at the incident. But Tywin's face had not even cracked a smile. He was as serious as ever, and never took things lightheartedly. He just stood their mute both audibly and expression-wise. He could never read any emotion from him the whole time, other than the obvious anger and frustration. It was not racks that scared Rikken, nor was it these clamps or any of those torture devices on the nearby table. It was Tywin that feared him the most.

“I believe I'm satisfied for now. You, boy. Get over here.” Tywin called out to a boy leaning against the wall. As the boy came out from the shadow cast on the wall, Rikken recognized him as Logan.

“Yea.” he asked his leader.

“Make sure Rikken gets his shower for the night and get him to bed. One more thing. I want you to give him the shower. Don't let him do it alone. Tie him up like he is now and lather him yourself. I want him to know his place and remember who we are. Do I make myself clear?”

Logan hesitantly responded with a “yes.” He looked over at Rikken, still stretched out on the rack.

“I'm going back up. You three follow me to the conference room. We need to talk.” The four advisers of the Lannister team started to walk back up the stairs. But Tywin stopped briefly before he completely left the dungeons.

“Logan, you best remember who you work for now. Follow the rules and you will be rewarded. But break my commands and you may be the next on that rack. Understand?”

Logan shook his head in confirmation. Tywin and the others left for the night. Logan then came over to where Rikken lay. He then started to undo the vice clamps which caused Rikken to twitch.

“Ow! Careful!” Rikken said as the first one came off. The second one caused a similar reaction from Rikken. Logan then loosened the restraints, and Rikken finally felt relief at last. He undid the bindings and Rikken finally hopped off the rack.

“Thanks, Logan.”

“Just doing my job.” Rikken massaged his limbs and nipples as they walked towards the showers.

“Do you really..”

"Don't make this any harder than it needs to be, Rikken.” Logan said. Rikken stepped in the showers and allowed Logan to handcuff him to the top bar of the shower.

“Logan, Please...help me get out of here.” Logan closed his eyes in grief as he sprayed the soap out of its dispenser onto Rikken's exposed body.

all.” Daeneric replied.

They continued to look through the various photos, picking out some that they think would make a decent team member. They eventually came to a decision and ordered three slaves. They then ordered two more with the leftover cash so they wouldn't be short of slaves.

“Hehe. We need some slaves to have fun” Drogo said. “I would give anything to see the reaction on their face when they realize that they are coming to the Targaryens.”

Daeneric smiled at Drogo's humor. “I bet they are shaking in their boots. Haha.” They all laughed as they sat around the conference room and associated.

“So, what do you plan to do to your brother and cousins?” Drogo asked with unease.

The atmosphere in the room changed with the question. Just the very thought of them was unwelcome.

“Just leave them there. I have no use for them.” Daeneric responded sternly.

“So we are just gonna leave them down there? We should make them pay for everything they've done! Come on, Daeneric.” Drogo begged. He had held off on asking the question but he couldn't wait any longer.

“No, Drogo. Don't. They are where they can't hurt anyone and it should stay that way.”

“But Daenric, please!”

“NO!” Daeneric shouted impulsively. Drogo and the others looked at each other. “Look, guys. I need you to understand that they are not your average boys. They are deceiving and dangerous if let out of that cage. Please for all of our sakes make sure he stays in there.”

Drogo and the others were concerned now. “What was Daeneric so afraid of?” He thought. On the way back, Daeneric made sure Ameon and the others were blindfolded and restrained heavily. It wasn't necessary given the number of boys watching over them. What kind of threat could they be now?
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Theon was tied to the x-cross in the Baratheon's dungeon. He was shirtless and only had on boxers. He was blindfolded with a green cloth. He was put like this several minutes ago by one of the members. “What are they gonna do to me?” Theon thought as he was forced to stand upright by the restraints on the upright cross.

For what seemed like an eternity, Theon finally heard footsteps coming back down to the dungeons. “Who could it be?” Theon asked himself anxiously awaiting the arrival of the person making the footsteps. The footsteps got louder as the boy approached until they came to a halt right in front of Theon.

“Well well, how's my slave boy?” the voiced asked. “Having fun?”

“What do you think?” Theon replied. But that was the wrong reply. Theon felt a stinging thump across his face. “Owww!” Theon shouted as the hand receded.

“Slaves will always address their masters as such. Now I will ask again. Are you having fun?”

“Yes...Yes sir.” Theon said reluctantly. He certainly didn’t want another slap.

“That's better. If a slave remembers his curtsies and his place, they tend to live happier lives. Now then, Stannis has allowed me to oversee all slave operations for the fortress. That means you and those other two that we won in the games. So Theon, ready for some more fun?”

Theon thought about saying something smart, but he instead said what his captor wanted to hear. “Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now let me see what we have over here. Oh that looks fun.”

Theon heard metal and other things clanking together. He was nervous about what the boy had planned for him. He certainly didn't want to find out.

“So, what was your name again?” The boy asked Theon. Theon replied back his name, remembering his curtsies.

“Oh, right, Theon! The Greyjoy brother. So this is what we're going to do. First off we will play a game of 20 questions! That sounds like fun, doesn't it?”

Theon had a bad feeling on where this was going, but he didn't have a choice. “Y..yes sir.”

“I know it will. For each question you get right, I will NOT punish you. If you get them all right, I will even let you go. But if you get a question wrong, you will most certainly regret it!” Theon gulped as he waited for the first question. He feared what the punishment would be. “Hmm, what should I ask. Oh I know a simple one. What is my name?”

“What?” Theon said. He certainly didn't expect that question! “I..don't know your name.”

“Make a guess!” the boy demanded.

Theon thought for a moment. Could his name of been mentioned on the way back to the fortress? He couldn't remember much from that night except what happened with the team's leader. He remembered that night well. It was one of the craziest things Theon had ever seen. It almost reminded him of...

“I'm still waiting on an answer!” the boy said impatiently.

Theon had to think for a moment and think quickly. He then just guessed. “Ben?”

There was silence for a moment, but then he heard a menacing laughter.

“Hahaha! Wow that was an great guess.”

“Did I get it right?” Theon thought to himself?

But the impact of the leather whip on his stomach told him otherwise. “OWWWW!”

“Wrong, boy. My name is Ramsey Bolton and you best remember it! Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.” Theon said still feeling the sting from where the whip hit him.

“Good, now another question.”

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Lane was in the bathroom washing his hands and face. He looked in the mirror and saw his muffled brown red hair and his freckled face.

“What is wrong with me?” he thought. Lane had been here by Jeoffery's side the whole time. He had rarely left the room let alone the fortress. It was on Tywin's orders that someone stay by Jeoffery's side at all times. But with each passing day, Lane was changing. “I need to find a way out of this. I need out of here away from Jeoffery. I need...him.” he thought. Lane shrugged the last thought from his mind and finished his business in the bathroom. He left to enter the leaders bedroom where Jeoffery was resting. But Lane was taken back when he saw Jeoffery standing by the window. He was peering outside as Lane stared at him. Lane gulped as he started to walk over to his master.

“J..Jeoffery?” he called out. Jeoffery took notice and turned around. The two stared at each other for a moment. Those moments felt like forever to Lane. He stated into those deep green eyes. Lane wandered what he was thinking. He had felt so attracted to him at that moment, and in an instant he was hooked like a fish on a pole. Lane knew he couldn't fight it no more. He he...

“Lane? Are you okay?” he asked awkwardly. Lane broke his gaze with Jeoffery snapped out of his trance.

“Y..yea I'm ok. I see that you're awake.”

“Yea, finally.” Jeoffery said. Jeoffery then walked closer to where Lane was, standing inches away from his slave. Jeoffery then rested his hand on Lane's shoulder which sent shock waves through his body. He looked up into his eyes once again and saw this time a smile. It was the same smile he saw the other day. The same smile that almost made him do the unthinkable.

“Thanks, Lane.” He said.

“F..for what?”

“For helping me of course! You were here with me all this time.”

“But I had no choice.” Lane responded.

“Oh, come on Lane! You know you want to be here!”

Lane was surprised. Did he really know? Lane had to throw him off. Jeoffery did not need to know what has been happening. “I don't want to be here, Jeoffery. After everything you've done, I..”

Jeoffery then placed his hand over Lane's mouth. He began slowly backing him to the wall. “I know you don't think that.”

Lane then removed Jeoffery's hand forgetting that he was in charge. “No, Jeoffery! I don't like you. If fact I ha MMPPH” Lane's mouth was gagged again, but this time it wasn't Jeoffery's hand covering it. To Lane's shock, it was..his mouth! He felt Jeoffery's tongue go inside his mouth as they locked lips. Lane didn't return the kiss, but he certainly didn't pull away. After a couple seconds, Jeoffery pulled away. Lane was now shaking and sweating. “Did this just really...”

“I know you, Lane. I heard you talking in your sleep last night.”

“You mean you were.”

“Yep. I just slept in today.”

Lane thought for a moment as Jeoffery's hands were planted on each side of him against the wall. “I..heard you too.” Lane said, remembering the other night when Jeoffery blurted out “Kiss me, Lane” in his sleep.

“Then the secret is known then. At least to us.” Lane once again stared into Jeoffery's green eyes. Jeoffery then made another advance onto his slave. But this time, Lane didn't resist or fight back. He just embraced the moment.