Stories Im Probabky Never Going To Finish

Magi Fanfiction// Raiden

(I don't own the characters or the anime)

Being a slave meant you could hold and keep nothing, you were just property to be toyed with and used, you couldn't hold a personality, show feelings, and were never allowed modesty. I had been this since I was a child, I had a good life with my mother and father until a trade went wrong and all of the children were taken. So this wasn't new to me, the thought of being prodded at and forced at sword point to remove every article of clothing if asked, with the shackles leaving scars and painful memories of losing more of the people I cared about.

This wasn't my first auction and it wouldn't be my last, I was known for rebellion and held the scars to prove it. I had bitten my previous masters I even kicked them and lashed back and this was the reason why I was moved continually, no one wanted a slave that would cause trouble. I never knew why people didn't want to break me they just got rid of me, but now I was having a hard time as the loud shouts called from the crowd as the bidder's bid louder and the auctioneer began removing my clothing. I hated this, thinking that people fought over other people just like if it was the last piece of food in the desert sands.

I kept my head down not wanting to meet the crowd until I was forced to do so if they wanted me too. I mostly sold for my thick brownish red hair and my sharp eyes of yellow that gave the hint of danger. I growled as the man took his knife and placed it to my chest and then cut the cloth peeling it open further to show off my toned upper body. I was stronger than most and held what many people called the preferred body type but across my tanned skin were scars of lashes and stabs.

Qishan prospered off of the slave trade and made me sick just thinking of the people in the crowd. People who never cared about slaves, I wished I wasn't there I wish I was let go after how much this was. But then the crowd stopped at it as the auctioneer as well became silenced. I held my head low as the auctioneer then lifted my head and kept my chin in his grasp as he showed off my eyes and chiseled features. I bit harder into the piece of cloth shoved between my teeth as the man turned my head forcefully.

"100,000," a voice rose sending the crowd into a rampage of bidders shouting out more bids. My heart fell as I watched each face watch me like a hawk hoping to the one to take the main prize home. The price climbed higher as I was forced to my knees and was shown off more, he showed off my arms making sure to show my muscles making the bidding go higher.

I watched as the crowds turned to bloodthirsty beasts as the price became higher and then everything stopped to my surprise as one voice rose over the crowd lulling it. "1,000,000" My gaze darted up to the back of the group to a tall man with deep purple hair who seemed very carefree for how much money he was throwing around. A man stood behind him seemingly begging the man to stop with his nonsense.

"Alright going once," the auctioneer shouted making the crowd become a mob of loud and angry shouting but no one shouted a new bid. "Going twice?" The man watched the crowd become uneasy. "Sold to the man in the back!" I sighed feeling my body finally give up on trying to get away anymore. Another master huh, maybe this one will break me? I wondered to myself being dragged back to the back of the stand where everyone else was waiting to be dragged off to their new masters. I on the other hand fought trying to dig my feet into the gravel and keep myself from going anywhere else. I bit down on the cloth again and pulled against the chains holding me. I tore my skin on the sand and gravel as the man tried pulling me forward.

"Move you stubborn ass," the man grumbled as he grabbed onto my bicep and tried dragging me again and then I turned and smashed my forehead into his nose. The man's grip loosened and then I pulled away but before I could get much farther another man tackled me to the ground. The sand caught in my eye painfully as my head was forcefully held against the ground.

"Are you hurt," the man asked the other who had his hand clasped around his nose that had blood seeping between his fingers.

"Damn slave broke my nose," the man growled as another helped him up. The man holding me down looked at me and laced his fingers through my hair and gripped it and pulled it up painfully. I squirmed as the pain went through my scalp and I tried kicking but the shackles limited my movement and my arms were tied and pinned under the man. I had no leverage at all as the man dealt with my misbehavior.

He grabbed a knife from his pocket and placed it to my shoulder and smirked as he placed it to my shoulder and I held my breath as the chilled blade dug into my skin making blood seep from the wound. The man took his knife down and then pulled out a match and then untied the cloth and I spit it out and waited until the match was lit and then burned to the wound. I squirmed under the man and then he flipped me over and stuck the knife into my throat and came close to cutting my tongue then stopped probably remembering that I had been bought and then moved dragging me to my feet and then also shoved a cloth through my lips and then threw me to my knees waiting for my new master to claim me and pay up the money he owed.

The tall man came around the corner with two men following him and one watched for anyone sketchy, keeping mostly an eye out for the slavers. The man who had bought me squared down and pulled a knife from his side and I pulled away as the thought of someone doing that scared me. But then he placed it to my cheek and cut the cloth and the rag fell to the ground.

"Where's my money," the slavers asked holding out his hand but the man dropped the knife next to me and stood up to the man. I focused my gaze on the blade and scooted it towards me with my knee and I grabbed it and then sawed the rope from my wrists.

"I don't feel like paying," the man laughed and the slavers became enraged but I didn't stay to see what happened. I booked it towards the main plaza but the shackles limited my movement and the slavers were not far behind me. I took the corner and lost my traction on the stone and slipped but then I pushed myself against the ground making the corner and shoved people out of my way. I took a glance back and saw the slavers not far behind me and the I crashed into someone causing me to go falling to the ground and I slowly sat up and looked to the person I crashed into which was a girl with pink hair and the same color eyes, but I brought my gaze up and saw the slavers and then jumped to my feet and continued running.

"Stop that slave," I heard one shout and then I was thrown back to the ground by a buff man who grabbed onto my upper arm but then I planted my knee into his gut and his grip loosened and I flipped out backwards and then took off again. The road was deserted as I went down it and then I heard the air behind me begin to whistle and I whipped my head to the left and then an arrow shaved my cheek.

"Kill him, he's too much trouble anyway." I looked back and saw two archers with bows poised and the string pulled back and another two arrows shot through the air and I didn't have time to move, one flew and speared my left thigh and the other stabbed through the side of my lower abdomen and I went crashing to the ground and screamed in pain as the wounds stung. I grabbed my side and grabbed the stone and pulled myself as I bled into the stone and then no other arrows followed. It hurt as I tried crawling my body across the ground leaving my blood smeared across the stone.

I took a breath and it hurt my side but then a shadow loomed over me and I keep trying to crawl away. I looked back and saw the same girl I had ran into and then went back to trying to get away.

"Are you alright?" She asked, her voice reminded me of some that I heard other slaves use, her voice tried to convene emotions but it sounded like she was trying to hard.

"What does it look like," I hissed and then gripped the stone in front of me as I pulled myself forward again.

"Are you a slave?" She asked again and I stopped and smashed my head against the road.

"Yes, could you stop asking me questions, I got to get out of here," I hissed, dragging my body across the stones and my vision started to get blurry from the blood loss.