Beta read by: SinikkavonWolperting, istoleyourcheesecake and Bagpipes5k2

Ok, so this is something I have debated trying for a while, seeing as the whole MT!Prompto thing has already been done a number of times, and I was never sure if I could do something different enough to be considered worthy enough. But after putting a lot of effort into it and discussing it with others, primarily my betas, I believe this is different enough to be worth it. And, if this does end up being similar to another's, I promise it was a mere coincidence. ;w; I have't read anyone else's, so any parallels are not intentional, and I apologize if that happens.

And, let me say, I am equally nervous as I am excited. Because this has been done a few times, I have no doubt that there are high expectations. Not sure if I can deliver accordingly, but dammit, I'll sure try. ;D

Anyway, went on a bit of a tangent, I hope you enjoy this, and hope you're ready for one hell of a ride~

Warnings: This fic will include some pretty heavy psychological, physical, and emotional torture. As well as a touch of Stockholm Syndrome. I will not be holding back with this.

They were gaining on him, the incessant clank of metallic feet chasing him without rest, the threat of their pursuit accompanied only by his heavy and worn breaths. No matter how quickly his legs moved, he failed to put more distance between them. Prompto could have sworn his lungs were collapsing in on themselves, but that didn't matter, they were closer now, their own steps sending vibrations through him. Taking the risk to push himself even quicker, he instantly paid the price when his foot caught on something, causing him to lurch forward. His hands flew out to break his fall, palms sliding on the mud-slick surface as his knees hit and sank in deep. The blond froze, those footfalls mere feet away from him now, slowing down and surrounding him.

"W-What do you want?" he asked, voice hardly above a whisper, hoarse and desperate. Prompto's quivering gaze blurred his view, making earth merge with plated legs; nothing could be made out anymore. "What the hell do you want with me?" he questioned again when he didn't get an answer, the only proof he was receiving that time was still moving was that 'pitters' of droplets striking the ground.

Still, they didn't speak, they never did; they just chased, chased and caught. That's all they knew how to do...they weren't human, they didn't know how to communicate. He didn't care what he saw, they were not human.

The presence of them behind him bore down, two heavy and soulless hands grasped down on either shoulder, pressing until he had no choice but to lie flat or risk his wrists snapping. Grainy mud dug into his cheek, stinging the skin and scraping against his as a third hand made certain his head stayed right where it was.

Air was forced out of his searing lungs, the exhale grating against his throat as a choked sob was released. Cold steel now rested upon his back, adding to the overbearing weight. His pants came in shortened gasps, his mind spinning and threatening to flee him at any moment. "No-ct," he squeezed out. "I-Iggy, Gld-io?" His pleads were unanswered, lost in the deafening downpour.

"My, my, what have we got here?" purred a voice, their image hidden from sight. "Lost from the nest, mommy, daddy, and dear older brother oblivious to your predicament. You're in quite a bind." He chuckled to himself. Soft and well-placed steps contrasting highly with the others that had rounded the gunner, pacing rhythmically until they came to a dead stop just in front of his fixed gaze.

Wavering blue orbs scanned as high as they could reach, scanning over the dark and elegant clothes, fluttering in the sodden breeze. "A-Ardyn?" he mouthed, the name brushing over trembling lips. "Wha- what are you-?" he gasped out, the pressure on his back increasing on his back, effectively severing his words.

"I just happened to be passing through," the mauve man carried on as if this were mere casual conversation. "And you wouldn't believe it, but here you guys were. Now, I really must be thanking you, saving me the trouble and whatnot." Abruptly, he crouched down, face dropping to hover a few inches from the blond's. His blazing stare struck right through to Prompto's core, gripping him in pure intimidation. "Now, what do you say we head back home?"

Eight Hours Earlier:

"Dammit," Prompto bit out between teeth, fingers massaging into his temple in a futile attempt to rid himself of the throbs. He leaned back in his seat, tossing his head back to lean against the rest.

Next to him, Ignis clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Head still bothering you?" he asked, though he was positive he already knew the answer to that. In response, he received a pained groan as the younger man draped an arm over his eyes. "You know, we have something for pain, as I've stated before," he reminded, suggestion weighing heavily in his tone. There was no point in suffering in relative silence when one didn't have to.

The blond waved his free hand, letting out a frustrated sigh as he did so. "Nah, it's not that bad...just annoying," he clarified, removing his arm, but keeping his eyes half-lidded. "That and it's too freaking bright out here."

"No brighter than usual," Gladio needlessly informed from the back seat. "Look, it's not gonna hurt to take the pills, now quit being stubborn," he added when another meager whimper filtered back.

"They make me tired," Prompto replied, as if that justified his hard-headedness. "Besides, I don't get them very often, and they usually go away after a bit," he breathed out. "I'm sure it'll be fine in an hour or so." He left it at that, clearly not up for further discussion on the matter, his mind was made up and that was it.

Noctis shuffled in his spot, his gaze narrowing and drawn to something overhead. "The hell?" he mumbled, his concerned tone beckoning the others to seek out what it was that had his attention. "I swear, it's getting to where you can't look at the sky without spotting them," he commented in deep irritation, dark gaze following the airship as it flew by. It wasn't long before it was followed by a couple more, all headed in the same direction.

Gladio hummed his agreement, "Yeah, they do seem to be more active than before." He watched as three more sped off, all of them slowing down what seemed to be just a few miles away. "Wonder what they're up to," he thought aloud, muscles unintentionally tensing at the unease he got from the various scenarios.

Another pained gasp, and their focus was back on Prompto, who now had his face lowered, tucked in the crook of his arm. "Everything alright?" Ignis asked, his worry heightening at the rate the blond was breathing, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. "You're looking rather pale," he added, the portion of his face he could see appearing ashen against the dark interior.

"Mphne," the muffle reply came, followed by a tight hiss.

"What was that?" the adviser questioned. "I didn't quite catch that."

Prompto took a deep breath and lifted his head just enough to give a clear answer. "I said, I'm fine," he repeated, but his tone was stiff and flat. "It was just a spike, or something, it's good now though," he sighed, color slowly returning to his features.

However, this time, the worried expressions didn't fade, and he could have sworn he could make out a hint of sympathy in those jade eyes that just knew how to pry a little too much. "I suggest we find somewhere to settle in at," the adviser suggested, his words precise, avoiding saying what he was truly thinking. "I don't like how close that base is either, so going forward for much longer could spell out disaster," he threw in for good measure, but it was too late. His intentions were already quite obvious.

"Yeah...good idea," the gunner huffed out, leaning his head against the door and closing his eyes. "Better safe than sorry." He'd have preferred if they pressed forward, but to be honest, the thought of arguing was enough to escalate a simple headache into a fully matured migraine.

The brunet's hands tightened around the wheel just a touch. "Then it's agreed upon, we'll find a place to rest until we can devise a plan of what we should do before we move on." He glanced to the rearview mirror, gauging the other's expressions, "Unless anyone has any objections?" Both gave the go ahead, neither having a say in the matter; then again, neither of them had a better idea, so it was the best they had.

That was it, they would stop at the first haven they came across and go from there. Come up with a plan and take care of this base so they could get on with their journey in peace, even though a completely quiet trip was far out of the question by this point. Within an hour, they had camp set up, all sitting around in a circle with the adviser pacing back and forth in the center. His hands were clasped behind his back in deep thought, none of the others speaking up.

"Why can't we just go around?" Prompto asked after another minute, eyes squinted and glossy with pain. If anything, the throbs were even more consistent, not letting up like they usually did. "It's not like they're blocking the road or anything," he half chuckled, the humorless sound getting cut off by a wince.

"That's not what troubles me," the brunet went on, ceasing his pacing. "What worries me is how frequently we're seeing them around, their numbers are growing by the day without signs of slowing down. If this keeps up, I have no doubt there won't be a square mile that isn't under their watch."

The prince took a deep breath and leaned over, elbows resting on knees. "So what, you think we should charge in there and thin them out?" he questioned skeptically. He was normally the first on board when it came to bashing some imperial scum, but it was like Ignis said, their numbers in this country were increasing exponentially, what good would taking out a few of them do?

"Don't be foolish, that would accomplish nothing aside from bringing unwanted attention to us," Ignis snapped back, folding his arms over his chest. "We need information about them, and the only way we're going to get our hands on such resources is by infiltrating their bases until we find what it is we're looking for." His walk was back, carrying him from one side of the haven to the other, his face tilted back downward.

"Can you please just stand still," the blond uttered, eyes downcast. "But, back to what you were talking about, how do you think we're even supposed to do that? That place is likely crawling with the enemy."

With that, Ignis paused before stepping over to his seat and lowering himself in it. "Not to worry, I have a plan. Come nightfall, we shall put it into action." He crossed one leg over the other and folded his hands in his lap. "Though, we're going to need a diversion," he smirked, mischievous eyes skimming over to the gunner whose eyes widened in uneasy curiosity.

They bided their time in anxious apprehension, counting down the hours, then the minutes. Most of which were spent going over the plan, repeating it until it was engraved into everyone's minds, leaving no room for misunderstandings. Now, here they were, mere moments from the time agreed upon, fiddling hands occupying over-thinking minds as the seconds ticked by.

"Hey, Iggy?" Prompto asked about ten minutes before they were scheduled to head out. "About that offer of the, uh, pain meds. I think I'll take 'em now," he scratched the back of his head. "I'd rather not be distracted in there if I can help it," he explained.

The brunet simply nodded and fetched them, pleased that Prompto finally gave in and accepted the aid. "Here you are," he breathed out, handing a couple of the capsules over. "But, if you feel as though anything is out of the ordinary, or that you can't fulfill your task, I ask that you bow out. We needn't take any unnecessary risks," he warned, a hard and authoritative gleam in his eyes. "Do you understand, this is not to be taken lightly?"

"You worry too much," the gunner said half-jokingly. "Yeah, no taking dangerous measures, got it," he promised, tossing the pills into his mouth and downing them.

"I mean it," the older man emphasized, never breaking that contact.

Prompto shrunk internally under his bearing scrutiny, but he swallowed thickly and nodded. "I know, I-I'll be careful." Ignis bowed his head in approval and gave the gunner a firm clap on the shoulder before strolling by him, allowing his hand to slide away as he walked back to the center of their camp.

"Now, if everyone is ready, it's about time," Ignis announced. He turned his back on them in order to gaze over the horizon, focus zeroing in on the base as dim lights flicked on, illuminating it against the darkening sky. "Now's our chance," he breathed out, giving everyone one last chance to opt out if they felt the desire to do so. He smiled to himself at the determination carved into everyone's features, each of them as driven as the next.

The shield cracked his knuckles, a short snort coming out with the pops. "Let's go wreak some havoc, shall we?"

The four of them covered the distance in about half an hour, taking their time in order to not be spotted and staying low to the ground. Ignis took the lead, waving them along and signalling them to stop the moment anything read the wrong way. But, thanks to his over-analysis of each and every movement and sound, they managed to make it there one hundred percent undetected.

Here, they waited, gauging the area, listening and observing their immediate surroundings, but something was unnaturally off about all this. They listened, but nothing struck them instantly as a threat. In fact, nothing struck them at all; the whole place was eerily silent. Quiet until a single 'plit' hit the adviser's glasses. A few more followed after before a chorus of precipitation was putting on an unwanted show.

"You have to be kidding me," Noctis griped, holding out his hand as water quickly coated his palm. "Now of all times?"

"This could work in our favor," Ignis muttered to himself. Then louder for the others to hear, "With this, it should make it quite a deal harder for our presence to be heard. But, we have no idea how long this will last, so we must make haste before it clears up. Prompto, you know what to do."

The blond hesitated, but gave a firm nod. "Understood."

"And, Prom?" the raven beckoned his attention. "Be careful, we have no idea what their arsenal is like. So please, just...don't do anything stupid."

The gunner offered the other a reassuring and minor smile. "Right, just leave it to me," he replied, summoning his gun and gripping it tightly. Holding it steady as he took a few steps back, taking in the image of the others one more time before he charged off in the opposite direction. He made sure to stick close to the wall, almost hugging it as he worked his way around. The farther he went, the heavier the rain became until he could hardly see a few feet in front of him. Using his free hand to feel along the wall and make sure he didn't slip on anything. Prompto kept his eyes peeled, it had to be around here somewhere, they all had another way in, so this one was no different. "Where are you?" he muttered, halting instantly when his foot slid up a slope. "Aha!" he cheered to himself, easing his way up the ramp, eyes constantly searching for any lurkers nearby.

So far, the coast was clear; Prompto kept his back pressed against the stone surface of the structure while he scooted himself along it, muttering self-encouraging words to himself in the hopes that they would calm his nerves. He inched along, his heart shuddered inside his chest, pumping blood through his veins faster and faster until the throb in his head was fed by it. He was forced to close one eye against it, but he kept moving, never ceasing his advancements.

He only took a moment to collect himself once he reached the top, there he slowly lowered himself to sit, his head held in his hand. "Come on," he groaned, "just go away already."

Gradually, it ebbed away, leaving only remnants of its presence as it ached dully now. It was so weird, for the last few hours it'd been spiking, hitting him with overwhelming torment before disappearing just as quickly. And, as the night wore on, it was only getting worse, more intense with each recurrence.

Prompto took a deep breath and got back to his feet. Despite the discomfort, he still had a job to do, and he'd be damned if he didn't fulfill it. He had to move to another spot to get a better view of the base. Slowly, he blew the breath out and turned on his heel.

"Shi-!" he exclaimed, getting cut off by the clatter of metal as he bumped right into a humanoid figure. His first instinct was to jump back, gun aimed directly at the unwanted guest. And, it took a moment for him to figure out that it wasn't moving. Once its swaying arms settled, it was deathly still. Prompto let out a shuddering breath, his hands shaking fiercely from his startlement. Now that he was backed up, he scanned over, finding multiples of them positioned up here, all facing the same way.

Cautiously, Prompto stepped closer, squinting his eyes against the onslaught of rain to make out the features. It was definitely an MT, but it was stationary, not even aware of him standing right there in front of it. Slowly, the blond waved a hand in front of its eyes, half-expecting to get a reaction, but still nothing. Was it turned off? Or maybe a defective one? Whatever the case, he couldn't help but be thankful for its lack of functionality. He was about ready to walk by it, but out of the corner of his eye, something caught his attention when he glanced down.

He vigilantly reached down, keeping his gaze locked with the thing's expressionless features, his eyes never drifting from their target. Trembling fingers brushed over cold and metallic ones and the gunner lifted it up. Hesitating, he flicked his gaze down, his breath freezing in his lungs. It...it was flesh, human flesh. But these things, they couldn't be, there was no way. His vision blurred at the sight, chest practically collapsing in on itself. "What the…" he whimpered, voice pitched with confusion and dread.

Prompto dismissed his gun in order to free up his right arm, and, using his teeth, he pulled the wristband back to reveal the partial code underneath. Clouded gaze rested on the marking for a while, almost as if it were permanently attached to the spot. Finally willing himself to break away, he cut back over to the MT's wrist, the same code was there, only complete. They...they were the same, his was incomplete in comparison, but it was exactly the same. "What," he whispered, he refused to believe it, he had to be seeing things; there was no way they had the same marking. It didn't make any sense. "Wha the-the hell?" his voice trembled as the hand shook in his hold.

The limb slipped from his grasp, clanking against its body when it swung back into place. Prompto didn't get a second to compose himself, a vibration coursing through him, preventing him from doing so. He fumbled with his phone for a few seconds, almost dropping it in the process.

"H-Hello?" he answered. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I, uh, I just had s-some trouble finding the, um, way up...that's all," he lied, head spinning as well as throbbing now. "Don't worry, I'm...almost there," he sighed, closing his eyes and chastising himself for being so transparent.

He forcefully slowed his breathing and attempted to talk once more. "Noct, I have to go, I'm close, alright? ...Yeah, ok, bye." He clicked 'end' and stuffed the device away. And, without looking at it anymore, he slid his band back over his code and re-summoned his weapon.

'It's nothing,' Prompto thought to himself. 'Just a coincidence, it's unimportant, forget about it.' He shook his head, ridding himself of his concerns with no effect. He tossed one more wary glance their way, judging that it was safe enough. If they didn't react to him running into them, then maybe there really was no need to worry about them.

"You sure he'll be alright out there?" Noctis asked for about the third time since they separated. "I think something was wrong, he didn't sound right…" he went on, taking an unconscious step in the direction the blond had gone.

A hand gripped his wrist, preventing him from moving another step. "Noct," Ignis said sternly, "he's fine. He can handle this on his own. You just need to worry about not getting seen, understand?" The adviser held strong, refusing to release until the tension in the prince's arm eased up. "I know you're worried, but we have to stay alert and can't allow ourselves to get distracted. Now, keep an eye out for the signal."

The raven wasn't too pleased by this, not in the slightest, but he complied, snatching his arm away and dragging his feet back to his original position. "You're right," he sighed. "I just hope he hurries the hell up, he's been keeping us waiting long enough."

Noctis crossed his arms and flicked his soaked locks out of his face with a huff before he started his impatient pacing. He received a couple of odd glances, but neither of them said anything about it, they merely let him do what he must to let out some of his frustration. He kept this up for at least a couple more minutes, retaining his set speed all the way until they got what they were waiting for. An explosion, one close and deafening. Even from where they stood, the wafts of heat were currenting over them.

"I think that's our cue," Gladio breathed out in amusement, a sly smile on his face, one that was borderline prideful. "We better move before they find out what's going on," he suggested, nodding his head towards the entrance.

"What about Prompto?" Noctis asked, hesitating.

"Noct, we've been over this, he knows what to do, and he knows where to go from here," the brunet reminded. "He's got everything under control, I'm sure of it. Now, we must hurry, there is no time to waste." He waved the others along, not giving them the chance to argue or throw in their two cents.

The prince was reluctant, but he swallowed his concern and followed after, the transition from earth to cement serving as a dose of reality that this was really happening. They were really here, risking their lives and basically putting themselves on a silver platter for the enemy. Suspicion churned in the pit of his stomach, swirling and kicking up various other doubts. "Noct," the adviser called back, agitation in his tone. "Let's go!" he harshly snapped.

"I'm coming," the younger man retorted, awfully calm for someone of his caliber. Shaking his hands and bouncing up and down a couple of times, he trailed after the others, dropping his apprehension at the entrance. "Alright, which way are we going?" he asked, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"Patience," the adviser responded, holding up a single hand, urging the others to stay low. "Stick to the shadows, they may not be expecting us, but that doesn't mean we can be reckless." He tip-toed along, keeping close to the walls and keeping his eyes peeled. "First, we need to locate their primary building, that's where they'll be keeping any important documents," he thought aloud to himself.

The other two stuck close behind, never permitting themselves to fall more than a couple feet away. "You mean something like that?" Gladio asked, cocking his head off to the side. Ignis glanced in the indicated direction and a smile of satisfaction pulled at his mouth.

"Well, it certainly looks promising…" he answered, observing it for some time. "Only problem is them," he breathed out, beckoning the others to finally notice the rows of MTs standing before it, stationary and unnaturally still.

"Are they even active?" Noctis asked, sounding more than a little unimpressed. They watched on in silence for a few moments, noticing that none of them moved an inch. "Guess they aren't there to guard then."

"Makes you wonder why they are there then," Gladio commented, just as confused as the younger was.

Ignis thought on it for a second longer. "Still, it would be wise to use caution, active or not, I'd rather us avoid any and all possibilities of danger." He lead them on, remaining in the shadows and under cover until they were within range of the structure. And still, the forces hadn't budged, and they appeared to be nothing more than empty suits of armor at this point. "We'll head around back and go from there, it looks as though that part is unguarded. Noct, you'll have to be the one to go up though, you're the only one that can without the need for stairs," he sighed, clearly growing annoyed with how things were turning out.

"Got it," the prince replied, "head around and warp up. Easy."

"But, I still urge you to be careful," the brunet repeated, making certain that part was understood if nothing else. "If you see anyone, then I want you to wait until the coast is clear." The raven only gave him a dismissive wave, growing tired of hearing the same few things over and over again. He got it, he didn't need constant reminders.

Ignis blew out heavily through his nose as his liege ran off; all he could do was shake his head and just trust that he had this. "Gladio, you and I are to wait here and keep an eye out for any threats. Do not let anyone, or anything, get near that building. No matter what." The shield nodded in understanding and summoned his blade, resting it on his shoulders as he hunkered down and kept an unwavering eye ahead.

It only took a couple of minutes, a few moments of waiting before a siren pierced the eerie silence, plunging their hearts into their guts with a sickening sense of dread. Lights flicked on, illuminating the stationary army before them as they all moved in unison, eyes flicking to life with their usual red and menacing stare. Just beyond, the same pulsing crimson hue of the generatot could be seen, like a beacon signalling their demise.

"Sonuva…" Gladio swore under his breath with the creaks and clanks of the soldiers twitching to life, heads jerking upright until they were gazing right through them. "Noct better hurry the hell up."

Prompto stood there, watching as the flames flared and licked the air, their heated breaths struck him in waves, almost overwhelmingly so. That was it, his job was done, now all he had to do was get back to the others. He took a deep breath, relieved to be done. As he stared for a couple more seconds, the tendrils of hell were swiftly being extinguished by the continuously falling rain. It wouldn't be much longer before they were out completely.

With streaks running down his face and embers reflecting in his eyes, he turned on his heel, pistol still gripped tightly in his grasp. He was only able to place one foot down and he was dropping to his knees again, this time due to that insufferable alarm, the shrillness of it stabbing daggers of ice through his skull. His weapon was dropped to the ground, both hands gripping either side of his head in a useless attempt to block out the intruding agony.

Teeth grit painfully together, he screwed his eyes shut and leaned forward. Barely, it was almost unnoticed due to the splitting in his mind, but there was a minor tingling sensation in his wrist, just where the code was, like it was...reacting.

Then, something reached his ears that was far worse to him than that siren...steps, heavy and metallic, and multiples of them. They were getting closer. He didn't think, he didn't have time to. There was not a chance he could fight like this, he had to get away, that was his only option. He pushed himself up onto unstable feet, his body begging to give up, but he wouldn't allow that, couldn't let that happen.

The moment he forced his legs to move, the wind from a swing tickled the back of his neck and the scrape of metal on cement followed after. That was just the shove he needed to pick up his feet and quicken his pace. Prompto stumbled his way down the ramp, almost tripping over his own feet more than once in his haste.

They were right behind him, he could easily pick out their steps from the pounds inside his skull. Each footfall was like an echo, accentuating every throb. His own sloshing strides were lost among the others, giving the sensation of him running in place. Was he even getting anywhere? As they drew closer, his foot hit something, throwing him off balance, and before he knew it, he was on his hands and knees, knowing full well there was no way he could get up and get moving before they were on him. This was it, they had him.

"W-What do you want?" he asked shakily, gaze locked on swirling shades of brown and gray as dirt mixed with water. "What the hell do you want with me?" he questioned again, more demandingly, his own voice ringing in his ears, spiking his headache even further.

Roughly, he was shoved against the ground unceremoniously. The blond bit back a cry of pain as his head was pressed into the mud, the substance leaking into his mouth and leaving a musty taste in its wake. "No-ct," he whimpered. "I-Iggy, Gld-io?" Of course they weren't here, they were still inside the base, doing what they had to do. They weren't coming for him.

"My, my, what have we got here?" cooed a familiar and chilling voice. "Lost from the nest, mommy, daddy, and dear older brother oblivious to your predicament. You're in quite a bind." The laugh that trailed after was acidic, hostile in nature.

The blond's breath hissed passed clenched teeth. "A-Ardyn?" he mouthed, barely audible. "Wha- what are you-?" the presence on his back bore down, cutting him off and forcing a sharp gasp from him.

Again, that humorless laugh. "I just happened to be passing through," the man carried on idly, behaving as if this was an everyday thing. "And you wouldn't believe it, but here you guys were. Now, I really must be thanking you, saving me the trouble and whatnot." Ardyn then knelt down, lowering his gaze until it was on the same level as the gunner's. Penetrating golden eyes captivated his own, pulling him in and keeping him there."Now, what do you say we head back home?"

"B-Bite me," Prompto shuddered out, trying to spit in the man's face, but the spittle only got so far, just falling short.

The mauve-haired man smiled in amusement, giving that condescending grin of his. "I always thought you to be a feisty one," he sighed, getting back to his feet and stepping about a yard away. "But, I am afraid that you don't have a choice in the matter. And, trust me, if it were up to me, I'd be much obliged to leave you here with your 'friends'," he purred. "But, you see, my hands are tied in all this. So, here I am, picking up the goods."

"I...I'm not going anywhere...with you!" Prompto declared, his determination stunted by his current position. But, squirm and kick as he might, it did no good, he was sure his strength was being sapped right from his muscles, leaving him helpless and at their disposal. "The others," he whispered, "they...they wo-n't let you...do this," he panted out, vision faltering by the second.

"Oh, I'm sure they wouldn't," he agreed. "However, I don't see them here. They're a bit too preoccupied at the moment anyway, so I wouldn't count on them rescuing the blond damsel in distress." He once again stepped closer. "But, I do fear time is running a tad short, and if you aren't willing to be a good boy and come along obediently, then I'll just have to use more drastic measures."

Before the gunner had a chance to argue, the piercing wail of the alarm increased, forcing white hot flashes of torture through his head. All he could make out then was the blaring and offending sound and his own cries of torment. Slowly, even those were fading away, being swiftly replaced by that maniacal and self-satisfied laugh. "Don't worry, I'll be sure those pesky little aches all go away. Those and...your trouble...all be gone."

"N-Noct," the name grated against his throat, but the cry never made it out.

Let me know what you guys think and if it's something you'd be interested to see more of. I promise I have a lot planned for this and want to get pretty in depth if I can, so opinions are welcome.