The Glitter Jungle:
Fiction:
Scars
Working on past issues. Kronos/Methos
The whip lashes on his back. Raises a welt. And again, and again. Blood starts to flow.
He closes his eyes. He remembers.
This has happened before.
He remembers the burning pain. Being covered in his own hot blood. The feel of his back so raw the air itself hurt.
He died, that time.
They left his bloodied, almost unrecognisable body in the village square. A warning, they said. A murderer shall not go unpunished.
He hid in the woods that night, and returned, slinking between huts, just to see the looks on their faces when they arrived in the morning and he wasn't there. Just to see them shrink back in horror.
But he never forgot. Being tied to that post and. Whipped to death.
He takes a deep, shuddering breath.
Methos puts down the whip and comes by, runs a hand through Kronos' sweaty hair. Waits until his skin heals back to its normal state. Not perfect, smooth skin, like Methos'.
Scarred. Just a little.