A/N why is everyone in Fairy Tail so precious? Well, maybe not Ichiya, but I still love 'im. XD
On a not-so pleasant note, I haven't noticed before, but there's an alarming amount of  hate in the FT Fandom :/ it's saddening. XOXO ~ Vi

Third Person POV

It has been three and a half days now, since Lucy had awoken in her cell.
She hadn't slept since that hellish nightmare, for the fear of seeing Fairy Tail lying dead scared her senseless.
Unfortunately, the numerous interrogations about this "Lumen Histoire" continued daily.
Though she truly didn't know anything about it, Lucy was treated as though she was being punished for something along the lines of treason.
No sleep, a small cup of water, half the size of her hand per day, and little to no food.
At this rate I'll die before they get anything out of me.. and I'm keeping it that way, Now alone once again, she was left to her thoughts.

Apparently, the so called "Boss" had yet to arrive at this miserable place, wherever it was. But, on a brighter note, Loke and occasionally a few others would open their gates, since Lucy could not, and tend to her needs.
If it came down to it, she'd definitely make sure the Celestial Spirits were in safe hands before she died.
While Lucy's condition and circumstance worsened, Akumu and the guild known as Fairy Tail prospered.

They didn't notice nor acknowledge the fact that the young Heartfilia was gone; just going about their daily lives.
Almost as if Akumu had filled in the space left by Lucy's disappearance, and nobody minded.
No one besides the Exceeds, that is.
It was strange, they and the Spirits were the only ones who hadn't mistreated Lucy, both emotionally and a bit physically as well.
Why was that?
The rest of the guild acted so oddly, downright  cruel to their fellow comrade.

Natsu, Erza, Gray, and Aku raced to the entrance, having just finished a job.
Happy, Charle, and Pantherlily resided at the bar, downcast expressions upon their usually cheerful faces.
It was, indubitably because of Lucy Heartfilia's missing presence.
Happy was the most affected by this, considering Charle and Lily were still a bit new.
Recently, they hadn't been talking, or even interacting with the others much.

Natsu and Happy had gotten a wedge drove between them. Something that could've never been predicted.
They had been either ignoring, or simply being curt to one another now.
Of course Natsu believed that Happy was the wrong one in this case, but that wasn't right.
Somewhere, deep within them all, there was a whisper, for it was persistent. For some people, it was loud. For others, it was soft.
But they all spoke the same name.
"Lucy Heartfilia..." They said, longing intertwined with sorrow. They yearned, they reached, grasping desperately onto whatever love for her that was left.

At times, some would stop, a picture of the blonde would flash for a split-second, before being replaced by their previous thoughts and actions.
Their adoration and admiration for her was strong and tenacious; it would not be beaten easily.. whatever was trying to combat it would surely fail... wouldn't it?

"Come now, all you have to do is tell me everything you know about your guild- oh, my apologies.. your ex-guild, I suppose," A smug chuckle cut through the oxygen-deprived, muffled screams.
Lucy was brought back up to the surface, gasping frantically for air to fill her lungs.
Coughing fits attacked her response.
"I already- told y-you, never!"
Again, she was lowered.
Again, she held onto the remaining breath for dear life.
Again, red invaded her sight.

Again, she was lifted up, her muscles and joints tired and not functioning, both from lack of circulation, oxygen, and being chained up previously.
Again, she spit out profanities at the foe.

She was beaten, and bruised, and battered.
But not once did she break, nor did she crack.

"Aku! Here," The young salmon-haired male offered a single flower to his redhead companion. Her blue eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she glanced at the stunning Dragon Slayer, and flower.
It was.. pink? A darker magenta, is what would fit the description. What a color...
So very close to the tone of blood.
It was lovey.

Blood dripping from air-crazed lips, coughs released more of the red substance.
The exhausted form could no longer stay upright, it fell.
As if it were a petal, falling gently off of a flower, what a beautiful magenta.

A/N ;3; I'm sooo sorry! I just got really busy for a while, but I'm back! And to anyone still reading, thank you, thank you! *bows* I shall work on the next update immediately. <3 XOXO ~ Vi