It's time to play
DaisyOak101
Summary:
You anxiously wait for Seven to arrive at the apartment and you can't help but wonder what it will actually be like to meet the famous God 707. What you hadn't anticipated was Unknown breaking in, fulfilling his promise to take you to paradise. He wants to play a game, a game that unfortunately involves all of the RFA members and you are the key to their salvation.
Notes:
Seven is running out of time and you are desperate to escape.
Warnings – this story does contain violence/abuse, drugs, self harm, sexual and the possibility of M/M in the future. I take trigger warnings very seriously and do not want to cause conflict to any readers that have suffered with similar situations. Please be warned before future reading.
Spoilers of character plots are ensured, including Seven's real name.
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Chapter 2 ~ Thank you
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His feet slapped harshly against the pavement, bag swinging violently against his hip as he continued to run through the busy streets. Civilians eagerly jumped out the way of his path, their startled yelps lost in the roar of traffic and city life. He could feel his lungs burning with each frantic step and all he could think of was you. Seven was running out of time and he could feel it slipping between his fingertips like fine grains of sand. It infuriated him at how long it was taking him but he had no choice but to take precautions. The agency could be perusing him now for all he knew and the last thing Seven wanted was to lead them to Rika's apartment.
You were already in enough danger because of him.
He almost stumbled over his own feet as he skidded around the corner and finally recognized the friendly neighborhood. The road was abandoned, street lights casting its yellow glow that faintly reminded Seven of an old thriller he had once watched. Darting a cautious eye over his shoulder, the red head finally stopped in front of the building and wheezed.
Snatching his phone deep within his pocket he hurriedly called you, heart thudding painfully at each ring that echoed against his ear. He imagined you nervously pacing the apartment, eyes wide and filled with fear over the bomb.
A nervous tremble crawled up his spine at the prospect of meeting you in person, dread feeling heavy at the pit of his stomach. Would you gaze upon him with betrayal in your eyes? You had seemed so confident in him through the messenger, your words laced with reassurance that he simply did not deserve. They were too sugary sweet for his bitter tongue and yet he couldn't help but greedily drink them in.
Slamming his hand against the elevator button, he fidgeted and stumbled through the doors. You wasn't answering his calls. You had never missed his phone calls. He tried again, swinging his bag to the floor with a soft thud and cursed loudly at the sound of your voicemail. It wasn't even your voice, a robotic messenger cheerfully asking for him to leave a message after the beep. Seven needed to hear you, he needed to hear the soft lull of your voice and the way you breathed so quietly against the receiver. It was those moments that he secretly treasured, his mind racing to memorize the way you laughed and hummed politely.
"No," he breathed quietly to himself, "burn the bridge agent Seven. You need to focus, you need to fix this. You can't get attached." He watched with a baffled expression as the signal dropped, his phone utterly useless in his hand. Something wasn't right, he could feel it lancing up his spine and blaring at the base of his skull. The soft background music wasn't helping his headache and with a snarl Seven tapped the elevator button impatiently.
The red headed hacker swayed as the elevator jolted and came to an abrupt stop. Sliding his glasses back up his nose, Seven stared up at the glowing floor number and watched the light flicker. With a furrowed brow he turned to the panel and fingered the alarm button.
It didn't take a genius to realize the line wasn't responding.
He was trapped.
"Are you kidding me? What the hell," he roared, anger flushing against his cheeks as panic began to claw tightly against his chest. Dropping to his knees with a thud, Seven began to assemble through his bag and snatched out the small toolset he had packed. Years of blood, sweat and tears had taught him never to go without a screwdriver on his missions. With a muttered oath he began to pull the panel apart, fingers carefully tugging through the wires that spilled out. Seven paused however at the sight before him, shoulders stiffening and mouth dropping open.
The wires had already been cut.
Music blared to life, the volume rising painfully against his ears. With a grimace Seven continued to pull colourful cords, fingers trembling as he sought for his freedom. He had been tricked and no doubt it was the dreaded hacker that crashed through his security walls. Sweat trickled down his temple as he continued to fumble, teeth clenched tightly and eyes narrowed in concentration. What if the hacker was looming near the apartment? The security system would have automatically locked the door but who knew what had been altered. What if the hacker tried to lure you out?
"I'm coming MC," he whispered softly, "I won't let him get you."
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Burning tobacco invaded your senses, a chill sweeping across your face that caused your eyes to flutter. Your head rolled to the side and the world blurred past you at an alarming speed. Licking your lips you could feel the dried flakes of blood, the metallic taste bursting against your taste buds. It took everything in you to prevent yourself from retching, tongue sliding against your teeth and aching gums. A dull ache shimmered across your features and you groaned in response, temple pulsing in retaliation.
"You shouldn't be awake yet."
You jolted, head heavily swinging to the hacker besides you. He didn't bother to spare you a glance, body hunched forward and eyes narrowed on the road ahead. His teeth was grinding, hands trembling on the wheel as trees whizzed past. It slowly dawned on you that you was in a car, eyes widening as you tried to drink in your surroundings all at once. You didn't know where you were, there was no way to figure out which direction you had left the apartment. The road was deserted, the pavement illuminated by the car's headlights and you winced at the brightness.
You were no where near the city.
Eyes dragging down to the blanket wrapped around you, it didn't take long for you to realize your hands were bound underneath. No one would have suspected that you were a kidnapped victim, slumbering away peacefully in the passenger seat. Your legs were free, toes curling as you hesitantly stretched.
"I wouldn't bother trying anything stupid," he bit out before chewing heavily on his bottom lip. You groggily stared at him, eyes trailing down his face that blurred at the edges. White strands of hair fell over mint orbs, pupils dilated wide as he navigated the vehicle. You couldn't stop yourself from staring and felt your mouth drop open slightly.
"S-seven?"
The car screeched, your head thudding against the window as your kidnaper sharply turned the car. A whimper escaped your lips as the graveled road disappeared and was replaced by a beaten track in the woods. The car roared to life and you felt your body press back into the chair. Fear pumped through your veins like ice and you flinched violently. The vehicle abruptly halted with a loud wail and you felt the seat belt dig painfully against your collarbone.
"What did you just call me?" He hissed quietly, rage laced sharply beneath his voice. The hacker spun round to finally face you, features pale and tight with fury. "Don't you ever call me that again, do you hear me? It's not even a real name and you dare to use it in my presence. I told you what happens when you use that filthy name!"
Long fingers reached to pinch your chin, forcing you to meet his fearsome gaze. You shuddered, stomach twisting painfully and you felt your throat tighten. With borrowed courage you managed to yank your face away from his grasp and attempted to retort back. You needed to regain some of your dignity back. You needed to tell this mental person to back off.
You needed to show this hacker that you wasn't some damsel in distress.
With a heave you vomited, hot liquid spilling down into your lap before you could stop yourself. The acidic taste burned behind your eyes, tears blurring your vision. You heard him sigh loudly with disdain and felt him shift besides you. With a loud click he unclasped your seatbelt, his long arm reaching over to open the passenger door. Humiliation ate up along your spine, cheeks flushing with shame as long fingers combed through your hair.
"To be fair I did give you my dosage," he muttered aloud and you watched his lips curl into a sinister smile. He shoved you hard, your body flailing pathetically before meeting the ground with a painful thud. You could hear him snickering like a child, his boots crunching loudly against the wet grass as he walked around the car to meet you.
The click of a lighter echoed above you and you peeked up to see him inhale a long drag from his cigarette. It was the last thing you wanted to smell with the combination of your stomach's contents. You heaved again, bile seeping between your teeth as you spewed on the earth. He chuckled, grey tendrils of smoke swirling into the night sky.
"I'm surprised you handled it so well," he mused quietly, head cocking to one side as he observed you. A shiver coursed through your limbs, a fine sheen of sweat coating your skin as you slowly sat up. "I expected you to be out like a light until tomorrow. Soon your body will adjust, purged from hate and filled with purity. You will be happy in paradise."
He paused, waiting for you to respond to his generosity and frowned at your lack of reply. You breathed in deeply and swallowed tightly against the burn in your throat, fingernails curling into the wet soil beneath you. You could smell the heady scent of woodland, relishing the cool air against your clammy skin.
With a sigh you finally glanced around, thick foliage of green shielding you against the splatter of rain that began to trickle from the sky. You was thirsty, tongue thick and dry as you licked your cracked lips.
The smack of his boot against your temple startled you, a cry tumbling from your lips as you stumbled back to the ground. The threat of tears loomed behind your eyes, a whimper crawling between your teeth as the world spun before you. He tsk'ed loudly, crouching down besides you and exhaled a cloud of smoke against your face.
"Are you listening to me princess? It's not very nice to ignore people, especially those that help you," he blinked, chin resting against the palm of his hand. "In fact," he breathed quietly, "I haven't even heard a thank you yet."
He was insane, completely and utterly insane. The fact that he had drugged you with his own dosage made your heart drop to the pit of your stomach. How he had even managed to break through your apartment window baffled you, let alone drive you through the city into the middle of nowhere. You watched him grind his teeth, fingers trembling around the cigarette as he continued to stare at you. Mint green eyes narrowed, pupils blown wide and glossy.
Fight or flight, you blearily decided.
Heart thudding loudly, you felt your hand curl into the dirt and you stuttered. Bottom lip wobbling as you slowly sat back up and fully faced the hacker. His frown twitched, smoke escaping lazily from his nostrils as he looked down at you expectingly. Rain ripped through the thick branches, drops splattering across your face as the silence enveloped you both.
"Thank you," you whispered hoarsely, the words bitter in your mouth. You watched your captor's teeth gleam between his lips, grinning at you with a gleeful expression. Flicking the cigarette to the side he suddenly clapped with enthusiasm and leaned forward.
"See? That wasn't so hard was it? A little appreciation goes a long way," he gently cooed and you flinched back, his breath warm against your cheek. "You're a feisty little princess aren't you?" The hacker reached up and rubbed at the faint scuff underneath his chin in thought. You shivered, flashbacks of the violence replaying in your mind.
"I could be good to you. I could treat you right, reward you along your path to salvation," he rambled on, eyes glazing as he drank you all in. "You could be my assistant…he said he has an assistant. I'd like one too."
With a gust of courage you suddenly swung your body, throwing the clump of dirt that you had squeezed discreetly in your hand into the hacker's face. He snarled, falling back against the side of the car and swiped at his eyes. You bolted, stumbling clumsily to your feet and threw yourself into the woods. You didn't have a plan, all you knew was that you needed to get far away from him. His enraged scream echoed in the distance and it was all the encouragement you needed to run faster, adrenaline kicking through your limbs.
Panic gripped you, legs groaning in protest as you ran through bushes that snagged and tore through your clothes. You quickly realized that this wouldn't be a quick escape route, shoulder length thickets and low hanging branches slapping against you. Raised roots snagged at your feet and you stumbled to the ground, thorns piercing your pale skin. You panted, eyes darting to your restrained hands and tried to wriggle them free unsuccessfully. The duct tape bit into the skin of your wrists, rolls of grey material shining tauntingly back at you.
Awkwardly standing up you push forward, staggering until your lungs rattled tightly against your rib cage. Dropping to you knees you attempted to chew at the glimmering tape, teeth scraping futilely against your restraints. The boom of thunder sent a tremble down your spine and you couldn't stop the hysterical tears from falling. Hesitantly lifting you arms up in the air, you jerk them back down towards your stomach and wince at the sharp sting.
But you felt them loosen.
A small snigger caught your attention and you felt the hair at the back of your neck stand on end. Gooseflesh rippled down your flesh as you whipped your head around, long shadows cast by twisted trees startling you. You knew he was taunting you. He was playing with you and like a little girl you fell for his game. Before you knew it your legs scrambled, fingers clawing into the mud as you pushed yourself off the ground with a scream.
The world unexpectedly tumbled, your breath hitched as you suddenly dropped down the hidden edge. For those precious seconds you were suspended in air, body flailing, mouth agape in horror. Time slowed down yet the earth rapidly collided against you. Bones moved in a way they shouldn't, twigs and leafs tangled in your twisted hair. You meet the bottom of the dip with a wet slap, your vision blurred as you tried in vain to breathe. With a gurgle you gulp in deep breaths and cough, rolling onto your side with a groan. You rapidly blink away the tears and then you see it.
A light.
A house in the distant.
You ignore the pain, teeth biting down on your lip as you begin to crawl. Mud slides almost soothingly through your shredded clothes, rain splattering heavily against your back as you continued your quest. Someone could help you, someone could call the police and take you home. Just imagining your bedroom made you sob. Not Rika's's apartment but your actual home. You missed the smell of your lavender candles, your crooked bookcase and most of all the mounds of mismatched blankets strewn across your bed. Heart twisting you felt yourself push forward, elbows digging deeper into the ground with new enthusiasm.
You shrieked in agony as something stomped on your calf, muscles spasming in protest and felt someone grip your hair. An arm snaked around your waist and yanked you up into a standing position, your feet sloshing in the rotting leafs. You felt him breathe heavily against your neck, long calloused fingers tightening their hold against your scalp as you trembled in pain. He gripped your face from behind and pushed you to face the house you had desperately tried to reach.
It wavered before you, the rain disorienting your vision and you were finally able to focus. It dawned on you that it was in fact a mansion, tall and glorious against the wind swept trees. The soft glow of light teased you and you couldn't stop yourself from staring. Bright green roof tiles glinted in the rain, a flash of lightening revealing the elegant sign above it's wooden doors.
Thick black lines swirled into a shape of an eye stared back at you hauntingly. You felt yourself sag back against the hacker's chest in defeat, his giggle echoing against your ear as you shuddered. You numbly felt his lips lightly skim against your bare shoulder, breath heavy and labored.
"Welcome to Mint Eye," he whispered softly against the roar of thunder and you felt the darkness swallow you whole.