The Chains That Bind Us [Fate Apocrypha AU] {WARNING: FOUL LANGUAGE AND DARK STUFF}

The prison cell was freezing. The metal bench beneath Semiramis wasn’t helping matters. She felt sick, scared and tired.

She looked around the empty cell. She had been in this cell many times before. She knew how angry the man that she unfortunately called her husband would be when he came to get her. She was afraid of his wrath.

But what was scaring her more was the fact that she was alone in the cell. She was trembling. Normally when she was alone the people on duty would take turns with her. She was just praying to whatever God was in the sky that this wouldn’t be the case this time.

She didn’t even have much protection against the cold. The man who had arrested her didn’t even let her get her clothes. All she had was her undergarments.

She rubbed her arms in a vain attempt to keep herself warm. She didn’t know what to do. Fear was intoxicating. It swallowed her up faster then any alcohol ever did.

She whimpered pitifully when she heard the door unlock. She was about to shut her eyes and submit when she heard the sounds of what sounded like someone fighting.

She perked up and looked at the door.

A few cops were dragging in a young man. The man kept fighting back and soon crimson hit the ground. He was tossed into the same cell as Semiramis.

She watched as he sat down on another bench in the cell. The man quickly took of his jacket and set it down next to him. He was a mix of handsome and hurt.

The young man had white hair and tan skin. His eyes were a shade of amber that seemed calming. Dozens of scars lined his arms along with the purple and blue of bruises. There was a cut on his forehead, the crimson looked like a mix between rust and fresh blood. He looked young, no older then twenty.

Semiramis didn’t dare do anything until she heard the door slam shut again.

She stared at the man until he finally met her eyes. She silently pleaded with him to let her sit by him. After a few seconds the young man nodded at her. She scampered over to him and sat beside him.

No words were said for a bit until the man broke the silence.

“Take my jacket. You’re trembling.” He offered it to her. His eyes didn’t even look down at her exposed body. His voice was surprisingly gentle.

Semiramis’ eyes widened and she didn’t move. The young man was being…kind? He must not know. She opened her mouth to protest but couldn’t get the words out before the jacket was draped around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She finally managed to whisper as she slipped her arms into the soft fabric. She pulled it closer to her and looked at the ground.

Silence resumed as the two waited for their fate.

Semiramis was shocked. No one had been this nice to her in so long. He must want something from her. She knew it. Perhaps it was her body? Most likely.

She was stirred out of her thoughts by the door opening. Feet shuffled in and laughter was heard.

“Ah, so we got the whore in here again?” That voice was familiar. It must be one of the cops from last time.

“And the monster! Two regulars in one night!” Another familiar voice.

Two cops that had used her as well. She felt fear start to bubble up again.

Semiramis didn’t remove her gaze from the ground. She was used to harsh words by now but…

They referred to the man next to her as a monster. Why would they do that? He didn’t seem that way at all. He was kind to her. A monster wasn’t kind.

“You shouldn’t speak about a woman like that.” The man next to her said,“Don’t you have manners?”

She looked at the man next to her. She immediately knew that he wasn’t a monster. He was horrible hurt and yet he was still trying to be kind. He wasn’t a monster at all.

“Would you rather me call her a slut instead?” The cop asked and chuckled,“Let me guess, she’s gotten down on her knees for you too? Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised at this point.”

The man frowned,“You’ve probably forced yourself onto her. She’s trembling with fear. Do your wives know that?”

The two men fell silent before anger started to show on their faces.

“Why you-”

The door slammed open and a few men walked in. They had on suits. Anger was engraved onto the leading one’s face.

“Shirou, what the hell are you doing here?” He asked in a growl. He was glaring at the young man seated next to Semiramis.

Shirou. That must be his name. She decided that she liked it.

Semiramis looked between Shirou and the group of men. Those men looked rich. Why were they so angry with Shirou?

The cell door opened and Shirou stood up. He didn’t say anything now. He started to walk out of the cell as the man in the suit addressed the police officers.

“Shirou wasn’t ever here. You know the drill.” He was about to leave when he noticed Semiramis. He looked her over for a bit.

“And whose that?”

Semiramis flinched under his gaze and tried to hide herself in Shirou’s jacket. She was trembling again. She didn’t want another person to take advantage of her. She was terrified of it.

“That is the whore we were telling you about over the phone. We made the mistake of calling her husband already but if you want her, take her.” A cop said as he walked over to a computer.

The man in the suit thought things over for a few minutes before nodding,“Shirou, go get her.” He looked at the white haired man.

Semiramis watched the young man approach her. He offered her a hand,“Looks like you’re coming with me then.” His voice was still soft and gentle.

Semiramis didn’t take his hand,“Y-You shouldn’t touch me. I’m filthy.” She looked away from Shirou.

She followed him out of the cell. She felt the eyes of the cops bore into her back. She felt sick and disgusted with herself. She looked at the men in suits then at Shirou.

What was going to happen to her now?

The group exited through a side door into an ally. At the end of the street a couple of cars were seen. The lead man walked towards one of the cars while the other two led Semiramis and Shirou into the other.

The back door was opened for the two of them. Shirou made Semiramis get in first before slipping in beside her. The car door shut and then the two suited men climbed into the front.

The car started to move forward and she looked out the window. She was shivering from the cold but didn’t dare move any closer to Shirou.

She found herself repeating the same question she had earlier.

What was going to happen to her now?

Shirou: Who am I?

[literally all of the revolution is praising him]

Shirou: I’m seriously questioning my self worth

Atalanta: Hey Shirou?

Shirou:Yes?

Atalanta: Can you and Assassin keep it down at night? Some people are trying to sleep.

Shirou: She likes it loud tho

Atalanta: And I like sleep. If I don’t get my sleep then I will rip your throat out