Captured Freedom
Chapter 1
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Chains click against the white tiled floor, the ends of the chains only stretching a couple feet from the back wall. Pale skin is red from where he's been struggling against the shackles and the gray t-shirt hangs haphazardly on his shoulders, hinting at the bandages going over his left shoulder. His knees, which are clad in loose white pants, press hard against the tile and force a tingling feeling to crawl over his skin, his legs beginning to grow numb.
Not that he cares all too much about that. No. The true shock waves of pain are much worse than his sore and numbing knees. He refuses to move so much as a muscle, for even the softest brush of his shirt against the bandages wrapping around his torso causes agony that makes him see red. They'd taken his only means of freedom away from him, taken his means of escape. They've gotten what they want and he knows they don't want much else from him. He has no where to return to without what makes him, him.
The solid steel door scratches against the floor as it opens. He raises his head only the slightest bit, silver tresses draping over his shoulders as his bangs fall into his eyes. "What do y-you want from m-me?" he stutters out, even the moving of his lips making his back and chest burn.
The woman strides forward; her silver hair is cropped short with some draping over the right side of her face, a single crimson eye glaring down at him. Pressed tan slacks are held on her hips by a single leather belt with a navy shirt just reaching over the belt. A white lab coats swishes around her ankles as she comes to a stop. The soles of her boots squeak against the floor, her fingers reaching out to tilt his chin up. As he looks her in the eye he knows she's completely different than he remembers. "Sorry Brother."
He snaps his head away from her grip and spits at her shoes. "You're not sorry. You'll never be! You betrayed us Fuu, all of us! For what? To play God?"
An emotion flickers across her face before being well hidden, her crimson orbs clashing with his own aquamarine. "You're doomed, Riku."
He grits his teeth, more out of pain than anything. "I'm already dead after what you let them do to me. Did they do that to you too? Can you even see the light anymore or are you blinded?"
The slap resonates in the pure tile room, Riku's face held to the side where she had turned it. Fuu's palm stings as she stands up straight, looking down at him over the gentle curve of her jaw. But before she can say another word, a voice forces her to turn completely around and conceal the small smile on her lips.
Everything about the man in the doorway screams wrong. His hair is spiked in every which way, some of those ebony locks ending just before his piercing golden eyes. Hands are stuffed into the pockets of his jeans while the shirt on his torso has horizontal rips going down the sides of the arms, from shoulder to wrist. Riku glares at the man from around Fuu's legs, his words poisonous on his tongue, "He's the one that tricked you, isn't he?"
Fuu ignores him as she walks away, the man smirking at the captive chained to the wall. Her slender fingers brush against his for the briefest of seconds, but the message between them is well understood. As her heels click down the hallway, he walks in with the door shutting partly behind him.
Riku tries to back away from him but a gloved hand grips at his hair, yanking his head back and forcing Riku to look at him. "I don't believe I've introduced myself yet." Pearly whites peak from between his lips, the grin appearing malicious and hostile. "My name is Vanitas...and your sister there, she's mine and that's the end of that, no matter how hard she fights it." Vanitas lets go, Riku's head hanging back down as anger courses through him.
His sister was tough. She was the best of the best. The one anyone and everyone looked up to for her strategic skill and brute strength. There was no way this man could have caught her and put a leash around her neck. Riku couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it.
Vanitas turns on his heel and heads back to the door. "You'd do best to just give up now. If you're good, you might be able to see the one who got all of that pretty little light of yours. Or if you're really lucky," The dark haired man starts to close the door the rest of the way, one golden eye closing in a wink, "...you'll die tonight."
Darkness engulfs the room once more as tears prick at the corners of his eyes. He shakes his head and falls backward onto his butt, letting his legs stretch out before him. Ignoring the pain, he leans against the walls as his hands rest against the floor. Moonlight colored lashes brush against his skin, clenching them shut in an effort to loose himself in sleep.
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Humans. They were what inhabited this "Earth", this planet. He didn't envy them at all. No; They got sick and broken, lost and confused, abandoned and destroyed...and all too easily. Riku loved being able to go down there though from his plane of existence and help those that seemed to need it more than anyone else. It was his mission and he enjoyed it most of all because he got to soar through the skies with ease.
Riku wasn't like the few others quite yet, he had been getting close, however he still only had a set consisting of two wings. He loved them nonetheless for the feeling they gave him when he was in flight sent a rush of adrenaline right through his system. But not even that could cheer him up lately.
Spotting the long lunar tresses swaying across her back Riku jogs to catch up, his fingers coming to rest on her pale shoulder. She's just about his height now, even though she's older, and her hair always crosses over the right side of her face, hiding the other red iris. He'd been worried though, she had begun to slack in missions and disappear without notice.
This had been unheard of. No one except the Damned ones would do such things. Everyone worried for her, they didn't want that fate to fall upon her, not when she'd come so far.
"Fuu, is something wrong?"
She shakes her head as her hands smooth out the long-sleeved dress draping over a pair of white slacks and boots. "No...everything's fine."
Fuu shrugs his hand from her shoulder, walking away and to the gates where they exit this world causing Riku's brow to furrow. As he stares after her retreating form he notices only one thing. The luminosity that is always supposed to glimmer behind them if one concentrated on the back enough, is no longer bright...its dim and bleak. Yet, before he can so much as take another step, she's gone with the gates shutting behind her.
His sturdy legs barrel him to that large iron gate. It opens upon him getting closer and he lets his wings unfurl from thin air as he follows after her, intending on doing his newly assigned mission on the way.
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For what seems like forever, the door finally opens again, light streaming into the room and forcing Riku to blink several times before he even tries to fully open his eyes. A different woman stands before him; her long brown hair is tied back with a wide yellow band, leaving some sweeping around the side of her face. The silver anklet above her crimson high heels is the only Riku can find himself concentrating on, the glint and jingle of the metal soothing to his eyes that have seen only darkness lately. She bends down, her layered and diagonally cut, blue skirt pooling around her knees as she tilts his head to the side. "Are you the recently clipped one?"
The question seems to be rhetorical as she hums a yes to herself before standing, fingers pulling at rim of her light blue shirt. The white lab coat hangs from her shoulders with the name tag being the thing Riku had searched for. Across the plastic card is a small head shot of the woman with an elegant black script beside it deeming her to be Dr. Lucrecia Crescent. She gestures to the two waiting at the door, "Bring him down to room seven. I want to see how the other subject reacts to him."
Two men, who Riku doesn't even bother to concentrate on, in off-white uniforms unlock him. They lift him to his feet, thick fingers gripping hard on his arms as they walk him behind the doctor. As he leaves his isolation, Riku can't help but want to go back and not meet this person. Vanitas knew what he was talking about, he's not one of the humans they've experiment on yet, but he's probably more in the loop than some doctors here. It's easy to tell by the way he holds himself and especially how he acts.
After a couple curt turns in the white hallways Riku finds himself wishing to see color. This neutrality is bland to his eyes that have always been surrounded with every hue of every color. Which is why he's surprised when they stop before a pure ebony door, indicating that this hallway of doors aren't for his kind. This hallway is for the experiments.
Lucrecia pulls the door open and nods to the two men. He's shoved inside, stumbling forward before catching his balance and cringing as the door slams shut. The room is exactly like his own; barren, white, and only a cot spread out in the corner of the room. Deep brown locks, almost black, hang short at the sides of his face and nape of his neck. A button-up ebony shirt hangs on his shoulders with the collar leaning to the side, showing the evident metal collar locked around his neck. The chains and shackles are off of his wrists and ankles, yet he stays just where he's sitting, as if he's been broken. Identically colored slacks fit perfectly to his thin waist and long legs, his full height most likely rising to a full six foot or more.
The silence between the two is sliced in half by a speaker in the corner of the room next to a large mirror, that is no doubt a two-way mirror. Lucrecia's gentle voice fills the room instantly and not surprising Riku in the least that she knows his name. "Riku, this is the man you saved by giving him your light. His name is Vincent."
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[Le gasp] Vincent~ Isn't he just a doll? I adore working with both of his personalities. Anyways. ;) Yup, included my two very favorite crack pairings. My OTPs~ VanFuu and VinKu
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