Catch me, Change me

Summary: Eragon is captured by Murtagh and is taken to Uru'baen. He is separated from Saphira and the Varden can't help him. What happens when the very man that captured him becomes his only ally? Eventually MurtaghXEragon. Rated M for later chapters. Based on the books. Sorry about the crapy title. Reviews much appreciated as long as they're constructive. :)

Note: this is the same story I published called "When the ice Breaks". I published that story first under the Eragon movie because I didn't realize there was an Eragon book category and I don't want to move it so now it's in two places... Enjoy~

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: Don't own!

Chapter 1 Panic

"you never really know your friends from your enemies until the ice breaks"

~Eskimo proverb

Eragon fought against the overwhelming torrent of power that was being thrown against his mind, threatening to drown him. It took every last scrap of what strength he had left not to give in and let Murtagh overwhelm him. A hoarse cry erupted from his lips as the two of them traded blows. Above them, Saphira and Thorn flew at each other, ripping each other with tooth and claw, snarling from between their snapping teeth. Their swords clashed and behind the hissing metal Murtagh's eyes burned with anger and contempt. They were no longer the eyes of the friend he once travelled and fought beside, they were blackened with hatred.

Murtagh pushed their swords apart, slashing at Eragon with renewed fury. Eragon howled in pain as the metal sliced through flesh. A second later Murtagh's fist collided with his jaw in a resounding crack, sending Eragon to the ground. He didn't have time to catch his breath as a boot smashed into his ribs. All he could manage was wheezing pants. Murtagh stood over him, a dark figure against the grey sky. Eragon thought he faintly heard Saphira shout his name. Then Murtagh was swinging his sword down at him.

Eragon jerked awake, his breathing hard and fast, heart pounding almost out of his chest. His eyes flashed around wildly. He took huge gulps of air, slowing his breathing and heart rate. A groan escaped him when he tried to push himself up, reminding him that his dream had been real. The wounds and bruises that were scatted across his body flared as finally managed to sit up. This was not his tent. Grey stone walls surrounded him. The only furniture in the room was the small bed he was sitting on. Fear clutched at him. He pushed it away harshly. Maybe they had simply taken him to a doctor away from the battlefield for safety.

A soft tinkling sound interrupted his thoughts. His head whipped down to see a thick black manacle wrapped around his wrist, chaining him to the bed. A similar one was fastened to his other wrist. This time the panic was to great for Eragon to push down. He tried to climb out of bed, but the chains were too short to allow him to do more than sit up. He felt warm liquid stain the white bandages that covered him as his wounds opened from the sudden movement. Eragon hardly noticed. The panic built up in him almost unbearably. He had to let it out. A scream ripped itself from his lungs and he started yelling for help, his hoarse cries reverberating off the stone. He couldn't get any air into his lungs. The door to his room smashed open and a man he didn't recognize rushed over to him. Eragon's terror doubled and he started fighting against the man, blindly thrashing and punching and clawing. Then, a sudden darkness surrounded him as he lost consciousness

To be Continued...