When the dungeon doors opened, the expected light emerging from the gape would have left the two prisoners momentarily blind as before, however, it was dark instead save for the flicker of torch fire one guard held at the entrance. A few moments later and two other figures stepped into the hallway of cells, walking until the very end where Voltrick and Aidan were kept.

Aidan, who was down on the floor sleeping before, looked up to the entries with his eyes half-asleep. But even so, his gaze became fearful over time as the guards came nearer. One of them took to the levers that connected to Voltrick's chains, leaving no hesitation to pull down on them to draw the chains holding Voltrick back into the wall.

Voltrick's attention immediatly perked up as the door was opened; instantly waking from what sleep he had. A spiteful scowl had already graced his features as he stood himself up, readying himself for whoever was entering. Most likely another set of guards who wanted their chance to do some more torturing.

Voltrick's gaze focused mainly on the one who held the torch, but it quickly shifted to the one at the levers. But he didn't spot him on time to prepare himself to be pulled back against the wall. A loud groan escaped after his back hit the wall, but he soon growled loudly and struggled against his bindings. He was right! they were here to torture them!

He kept a constant struggle, with his legs struggling to kick against the wall, but his concern quickly went to Aidan. "Don't you touch him!"

A familiar voice let out a smooth chuckle after Voltrick's outburst. When the two had adjusted their eyes to the one who stood before the cell, they could see it was the dog from before. Jonas.

"Save your breath, monster." He said calmly as the rattle of keys echoed through the dungeon, a click from the cell door heard. Aidan began to sit up, looking back and forth from Voltrick to Jonas with a worried look. The rusted door swung open allowing Jonas to step inside. He made his way to where Aidan sat, quickly grabbing his arm like a snake's bite. Aidan flinched to the strong grip, pulling back in his dazed state. Jonas only took this to clutch harder as he pulled Aidan easily to his stumbling feet.

"Don't--"

Aidan was cut off by Jonas, "Don't worry. You'll be fed as well."

Aidan looked up at Jonas with question but the look Jonas was giving him made his spine cold. The dog pulled Aidan out of the cell with a few quick jerks, closing the door behind them and beginning to tie Aidan's hands behind his back with handcuffs. The guard at the levers pulled them up, releasing Voltrick from his contained state. Afterwards, with Aidan in the lead, the three of them filed out towards the door.

Voltrick struggled as hard as he could and pulled against the shackles hard enough to cause the muscles in his arms to strain, but he continued nonetheless.

"Let him go!" Voltrick roared out as he kicked around. As the guard pulled the lever to loosen the chains again, voltrick immediately darted forward; pulling on the chains forward as much as he was allowed. Even then, he pulled and struggled against them. "If you hurt him, I'll find you! You'll be sorry you ever touched him!"

The guards completely ignored Voltrick (as they were used to such verbal abuse) but Aidan looked back to the cell he was leaving. He motioned to turn around, opening his mouth to say something back to Voltrick, but Jonas pushed him forward keeping the lot of them moving at a steady pace out. The guard with the torch made way for their exit, handing the torch to the other guard as they left. Jonas muttered something and the guard at the door entered the dungeon, doors closing behind him.

Clearly seeing Voltrick act up against the chains, he decided it was best to try and calm him down.

"Please try not to make a fuss." a familiar voice said politely, walking towards Voltrick's cell. It was Kirill.

Voltrick continued struggling. "Where are they taking him?!" Voltrick shouted as he yanked with both arms. "I swear.. If you had any part in this..!"

Kirill's brows wrinkled down after Voltrick's suggestion. He kept his calm though, leaning both arms upwards against the bars as he peered in to Voltrick.

"I see that your ability to trust others is all but dead. But I have not had any part in this. I think it is even immoral to harm someone like him." Kirill answered in a sober tone.

Voltrick gave one more try at his struggles, before finally stopping. His anger, though, would remain at unrest. "How can I trust anyone, when everyone here has tried stabbing a blade in me?! And now Aidan!" Voltrick turned, and stepped back a bit to relax the chains.

Trying to calm down, Voltrick released a heavy, but still angered sigh and turned toward Kirill. "Where are they taking him?" He asked, his tone was a bit more calm, but he continued to pace around his cell.

Tipped his head a bit with lowered eyes, Kirill's shoulders gave a faint shrug. "I-I would rather not say. Jonas had only said that he was going to "Finish the job" he had begun." He paused as he stared at the ground before his yellow eyes looked back to Voltrick. "I'm afraid the soldiers are taking advantage of General Convel's absence. There is no real authority to govern over...and it seems as if Fyren intentions it." Kirill explained.

Voltrick immediately turned toward the feline with widened eyes; turning and pulling on his chains again. "Finish the job?!" Voltrick yelled out... but quickly realized his tone shouldn't be so loud.. and lowered it... a pinch.

"Finish the job?!" Voltrick tried to get closer to Kirill but could only make it half way to the gate. "What does he mean by that? Finish torturing him? Killing him off?!" Voltrick continued his pace around the cell; mumbling curses under his breath before turning toward Kirill again. "We have to get him out of there. I wont allow this to happen, he CANNOT die!" Voltrick's features changed more to panic.

Aidan was the only person who had actually befriended Voltrick. He's the only one who even spoke to him since Vincent died. He doesn't deserve to be tortured and he doesn't deserve to die. And anyone who does try to hurt him will be ripped apart by the monster they created!

Kirill was seen frowning as though he were rather uncomfortable. (As though he wasn't before in front of this dangerous...person). "They will not kill him..." he began, his tone rather quiet. He'd rather not speak about it, but Voltrick persisted. "Just...something else." He moved from his position against the bars, stepping towards a small bench between the lever wall and the cell, seating himself on it comfortably.

"I had thought you two didn't know each other. It seems now that you are very good friends." Kirill mentioned, looking over to Voltrick. He had to be here until Jonas and the others returned with Aidan, which could take a while. It was best to know Voltrick a little more in the meantime.

Voltrick stopped when Kirill had stated they wouldn't kill him, he had calmed a bit, but when Kirill continued.. Voltrick became even more riled. But instead of expressing it, he forced it to boil inside himself.

Something else could mean two things. They took him elsewhere to torture him as before, or they plan to do exactly what Murdoc had been doing since Voltrick brought Aidan here. Things... no one should endure. The thought infuriated him and caused his form to tremble in anger; raising a hand toward himself and clenching it. His eyes tightened shut when he knew it was all his own fault. He brought him here, no one else. And now Aidan gets to suffer for it.

After Kirill's final observation, Voltrick turned to him again and watched him with a narrowed gaze. "I wouldn't call it that." Voltrick's raspy voice said lowly. "Very Good friends don't send their friends into hell."

A light laugh came from Kirill, meaning well after what Voltrick had stated. "No. I suppose that is called "family". But he will not die, so be thankful for that." he said, as though to get Voltrick thinking a little positively.

"I have asked around and have heard what you and Aidan had gone through. I would say...that he is very strong." Voltrick could catch faint hints of an accent in Kirill's voice as the leopard spoke, but it was difficult to place from where. "He may even be stronger than you...let alone myself."

Voltrick's eyebrows lowered further, along with his gaze toward the ground. A spiteful look appeared before he returned to the bench behind himself and sat down; lowering his head onto his hands.

"He shouldn't have to endure anymore. He shouldn't of had to endure any of this. He may be strong, but everybody breaks. And with how often they come down here... I don't know how long he will have until he does break. Or gets killed because he no longer 'humors' them." Voltrick's clawed hands gripped the hair at his scalp tightly.

Kirill's smile faded somewhat as he looked at Voltrick with a quiet gaze, observing the larger man gripping his head in anguish. He felt a sudden sadness to the sight as though Voltrick's sorrow had seemed to graze upon him. But he knew that could never be possible. Their worlds were too different...he understood that well. Kirill lowered his head, eyes cast to the ground as to give him something else to look at. Then he had thought on Voltrick's words about their young friend.

"You worry so much for him," Kirill began slowly, "but I have seen his face. His eyes. I can see he has been 'broken' for a long time." Kirill tilted his head towards Voltrick.

Silence filled the room, Voltrick didn't budge from his position nor did Kirill. Before too long, Kirill decided to continue.

"He doesn't fight against them so passionately like you do. Have you noticed that? I've been watching the two of you. But that is what makes him better than me...he just accepts things as they are. It won't matter how many times they persecute or ravage him, he will still move forward."

Kirill paused after his explanation, thinning his lips with wrinkled brows as though he were considering something greatly.

"Tell me." he finally said, raising his head a bit with eyes set forward and distant, "...was he with General Antonis before all this?"