Blackness. It was all blackness. Near's body tensed as he quivered taking in his predicament. Although he couldn't see anything due to a strip of cloth tied around his eyes, he could feel cold metal on his wrists like twin bracelets. They were on his ankles and thighs as well. It didn't take the teen too long to realize they were shackles suspending his arms in the air and chaining his legs to his ankles in a kneeling position. His fingers ached to twirl his hair so he could think properly and process what was going on.
The albino's mind slowly went back to the previous events, the breaking in, the gunshots, the chasing...Near shuddered. He hadn't been shot or even slightly injured but witnessing an attack on the SPK for the third time had been nerve wracking. It had all happened so fast...the members of his team grabbing their guns at the first sight of the intruders, but the leather clad blond and his accomplice already had their weapons out. One of them fired a smoke bomb, making seeing clearly impossible, and then...the last thing he felt before blacking out was a pair of viselike arms restraining him and a cloth against his nose.
"Mello."
The word slipped from his lips effortlessly. It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Yeah?"
The unexpected response echoed through the room, causing Near to flinch violently. Near had thought he was alone in this darkness, but apparently a certain rival of his was somewhere within his radius.
"Have a nice rest?"
"M-Mello..." Near stuttered again, his sense of panic increasing exponentially as what had happened really began to sink in.
"That's my name, don't wear it out."
Near could tell from Mello's tone of voice that he was grinning.
Snap.
Near flinched again, despite the fact that the cracking noise was only the sound of a piece of Mello's chocolate breaking off from the rest of the bar.
"Release me right now." Near demanded.
He heard Mello scoff, and scowled in response.
"And why would I do that?" Mello replied mockingly.
"You know my team will find you. The SPK members are trained and-"
"Tch, they're not coming for you, you pathetic damsel in distress."
"Of coarse they are...Why would you say something so absurd? Near asked.
"Your little investigation team is dead. We made sure of that before we left."
The albino let out a quiet gasp of shock, but quickly came up with the possibility that they might not be dead; Mello could be lying just to diminish his hope of escape.
He then heard the sound of Mello's boots clicking across the floor to exit the room, leaving Near in the dark once more.