Kidnapped

A/N So... I'm a crazy person and I decided to start yet another story, because this idea wouldn't go away... So, here you go. Title subject to change if I can actually think up a better one. Any suggestions?


This wasn't supposed to happen. It was a simple rescue mission... Nothing was supposed to go wrong! His blue eyes narrowed, trying to peer through the darkness. They had already run into one guard and had to kill him. He glanced over at his friend, who had the dead Cyclonian thrown over his shoulder. The man's copper eyes darted round nervously for a second before he spoke.

"What are we going to do, Jax?" The brown haired man bit his lip and shifted the dead guard around for a moment. "If we don't get out of here, we're going to be stuck on Zartacla ourselves."

Jax frowned, running a hand through his teal colored hair. "We can't just leave him here! Not with Moss! That stinking Cyclonian has no right to keep him here! The Rouge Ravens don't leave anyone behind! You should know that by now, Osprey."

"I know, I know... But he's too heavily guarded for us to get at... We were just lucky enough to catch this guy by surprise..."

Jax edged around the corner, nodding in satisfaction when he noticed the hallway was clear. "We can't just let Moss get away with this." He looked back to make sure his friend was following. "We have to at least send him a message."

"We already killed one of his guards," Osprey pointed out. "Isn't that message enough? We should just get out of here..."

"Well, um... There's a problem with that..."

"We're lost, aren't we?"

"Not lost... I've just lost my bearings... Have a little more faith in your sky knight, will ya?" He made his way down the corridor. "I just need to remember exactly which direction we came in from..."

A noise startled them, causing them both to press themselves up against the wall. Footsteps echoed through the desolate hall, coming closer and closer. Finally, the dim outline of a person became visible. They were tall and pretty thin, probably a Talon.

The person came close enough for them to discern his features. He was rather awkward looking, with messy orange hair sticking out from under a hat. He was munching on a cookie as he reached up to open a door.

It was then Jax launched into action. He tackled the Cyclonian, sending them both tumbling into the room. Osprey followed after them, shutting the door behind them and dumping the dead Cyclonian to the floor in case his friend needed help.

Hamish was too shocked to scream at first. He wasn't really sure what was happening. No one had ever attacked him after all. As he finally comprehended what was happening, a hand was clamped firmly over his mouth. He squirmed beneath his attacked, managing to break free and stand up. Before he was able to make a sound, he was tackled again, this time slamming into a bureau, sending the pile of objects on top flying off. He fought back, slamming his weight forward into his attacker, but they quickly recovered, wrestling him to the ground.

Jax knelt on the Cyclonian, keeping one hand clamped to his mouth as he reached for his energy sword. He ignited the deep purple blade, smiling as his prey's eyes widened with fear.

Osprey picked up a framed photograph up off the floor and stared at it for a moment. "Jax, wait."

The sky knight sighed in annoyance. "What is it? We can't show mercy to this Cyclonian scum."

"No, that's not it... I just think he could be more... Useful to us. Look," he showed Jax the picture.

Jax smirked. "Yeah, I think you're right... Help me with him... Grab those sheets off the bed."

Hamish was shaking with fear, and flinched as the sky knight lifted his blade again. But it was only to cut off a strip of the sheet. The hand was removed from his mouth, but immediately something was shoved in their instead; he was pretty sure it was a sock. The sheet was placed in his mouth and tied around the back of his head. He tried to scream through the gag to alert somebody, anybody, to what was going on. Not a single sound escaped however.

The sheets were then tied around his legs, and around his body to prevent him from moving. Satisfied with their work, the two attackers took a step back to admire their handiwork.

"You wanted to send a message to Moss, right?" Osprey asked.

Jax nodded. "I have an idea..."

Hamish's eyes widened even further as the energy blade was taken out again. His entire body shook as the sky knight crouched next to him. He suddenly felt a searing pain on his cheek for a moment before he felt the blood trickling down his face. Eyes rolling back into his head, he fainted.

"Hamish, why haven't the track beasts been fed yet?" Mr. Moss shouted, stomping down the hallway. Of course, he got no answer. "I'm tellin' ya, boy, if you're still sleepin' you're in a whole mess o' trouble."

He reached Hamish's room and pushed the door open. "Hamish, didn't I tell you to clean your room yesterday? It's a mess in-" He cut himself off and froze, spotting the body on the floor near the bed. He rushed over to it, a sick feeling resting in the pit of his stomach as he turned it over. It was one of the guards; dead.

He could hear his heart beating in his ears. Who ever did this... They didn't kill Hamish, did they? He slowly stood up, trying to keep calm. His eyes fixed on the picture that was resting on the bed.

It was a picture of him and Hamish when Hamish was younger, probably about seven. That wasn't what caught his eye though.

On the bottom of the picture was the word "REVENGE" scrawled in blood.

A/N What do you think?