?Where am I? What happened?? Questions raced through Quatre?s head as he surveyed his surroundings. He groaned as recognition sank into the deep pit of his stomach. ?What have I done??
?You have completely pissed off your father,? a voice boomed from the door to the back of Quatre. ?How could you? I raised you better. You were taught our ways, why go against what the gods allow us, what I give us??
?Father, what you do is wrong!?
?Wrong?! How can showing your strength and authority to the people you raise be wrong?? Quatre?s father asked, his face blazing with anger.
?You desecrate the whole female being with your chauvinism. To rape women, to??
?I do not rape women! They were sent to us from the gods to please men and to bare men. It is their god-given duty.?
?And if they do not comply what then? Kill them? Let your other pigheaded servants serve themselves with those unable to protect themselves due to your starvation??
?The gods would do worse to those refusing their duties than I have ever done,? Mr. Winner eyed his bruised and broken son.
?HOW DO YOU KNOW?! You never let them live long enough.? With that said Quatre was met with a fist in his gut. So like his father to hit him where he couldn?t leave a mark. After all, his father would never leave a mark on his precious son.
?You know nothing of my duties. You never will. Why you ask? You are disinherited! I have other heirs to take over. You are no longer my son, just a bastard son of Quatrina. You are banished from this day forward. If I see you again, you will cease to exist. Never show yourself again.?
Quatre had no worries regarding himself. Just one person lingered in his mind. ?Where is Catherine??
?Ah yes, well she refused me and fought me. It truly is so much better when they are feisty.? At Quatre?s obvious distress, Mr. Winner smiled. ?I am sure the guards will agree. By this time next week she will be a forgotten piece of meat, and begging for her death.? With that said, Mr. Winner left his own flesh and blood.
Quatre was raised to show little weakness, and tears were weak. Once when he was ten he fell off a horse and nearly broke a rib, and Quatre let a single tear slip out. He received a beating (by a guard) until he stopped crying. Since that point he was afraid of tears for their consequences were great. But now without the worry of what would happen, Quatre let the fat drops of water leave his aqua eyes. He cried for his love, for the other women under his father?s control, for his unknown mother who without a doubt would die, for himself, and yes even for his father.
?Get up, you are being released,? a loyal Winner guard said as he yanked Quatre to his unsteady feet. The buff Arabian pushed Quatre through the door. Quatre stumbled and fell. The guard kicked him and Quatre tasted the thick metallic taste of blood in his mouth.
Once they reached the top of the stairwell, Quatre was ready to collapse. He was numb, from the pain physically and mentally. How could he let what happen to Catherine occur? His love was now thrown to the wolves and he was too weak to fight hard enough to help her. There was little hope. He didn?t know what to do; he was lost. Catherine was strong, but she wouldn?t be strong enough, Quatre feared.
?Get in.? The guard shoved Quatre into the back of a jeep. Another guard sat beside Quatre in preparation for an escape attempt. They drove about five minutes toward the desert and away from civilization. The silence was interrupted by the click of the gun in the lap of both guards against the metal of their belts. When they reached an area that was far enough from the palace, the guards shoved Quatre off the jeep and speed back.
Mr. Winner sat atop his balcony viewing the entire scene. Once his son was in view, he motioned to a near by guard. ?I do believe I see Quatre again, don?t you??
?Yes sir,? the guard said as he raised his gun, fully understanding the hidden command. Finally, his training in sharp shooting would come in handy. He aimed and fired, eliminating the threat of disobedience.
a/n: Ok, yes i know it has been a VEEEERRRRRYYYY long time, and this chapter is VEEERRYYY short. I had a slight (ok major writer's block). I knew where i wanted the story to go, but i was at a loss as to how i would get there.
Anyways please tell me how you like the story so far. I believe i have the outline of the next chapter and all i need is time to type it... i would promise, but i cannot live up to them with college approaching... Go University of Michigan!!
Ok ok i am starting the school spirit thing too early arn't i? 
Oh well anyways enough blabbering. And if you read this far... thank you, you "care."
