Taken in the Night
The cool night air brushed against Squall's skin as he exited the restaurant. It was a nice evening, a good night to walk home from work.
Good… Squall thought to himself, or else I'd have to kill Irvine for taking the car on a night I have to work…
The streetlights were aglow; the soothing orange against the black of night was comforting...
Squall looked to his watch. It was past midnight.
He should be home by now…
The brunet pulled out his phone and called his friend's cell. It went straight to voice mail.
Squall closed his phone and looked up to the starlit sky.
Where is that idiot…
Squall couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Irvine always picked up…why not now?
Squall made his way through the streets until he found himself in front of his apartment complex. He looked around and found the car they shared parked in the front.
So he did make it home…
Squall looked up to the window to their apartment.
No lights…did he go to sleep already?
Squall moved to the door of the complex and took out his key to open the font door.
Then, in a flash, he was pulled away from the door, gagged, eyes fell to darkness, and his limbs were tied back. He felt himself thrown into hard metal - a van, he realized belatedly as he heard the engine start. Everything seemed moved rather quickly from there.
They stopped at one point, they took him from the car, he assumed when he felt the night air on him again ,and then brought somewhere else, was it a plane?
The roar of the powerful engines made it plausible. Though he had only heard them for a moment before being brought onto, what felt like, a carpeted interior. Before long he felt as though they had taken off. What he questioned most was how even through all the turbulence of the plane he didn't move. For he wasn't buckled only ice cold arms held him in place. By his shoulders he was held still, as still as though iron bars were holding him.
Squall began question whether it had been arms or steel that had held him…
Squall felt himself lifted up once again and the cool night air brushed over his skin. He wanted to struggle and thought he had his chance with the knowledge of being outside but then suddenly the air began to hit his skin at an amazing speed one he had only ever experienced on those dreaded amusement park rides. At that same moment the defining sound of the aircraft also faded into the distance in a fraction of time.
It felt as though they were moving at an incredible speed. But how that was possible Squall couldn't comprehend.
This continued for what felt like only a few minutes. Then everything stopped and ever so slowly did the sounds of the summer night fill Squall's ears once more. The hum of the insects as well as frogs in the distance, the brunet knew they were in a field or the woods but nothing more. No cars, no people, they were far from any town it seemed. Then a deep, dark, yet beautiful male voice sounded closely to him, seemingly to be coming from the figure currently holding him captive.
"We have returned with the chosen. Open the gate."
Squall was confused by what the man had said, and even more so by the hushed tone he spoke in. Squall could only guess the stranger must have been talking through some communication device for no one could have heard such a quiet voice. Unless there had been someone right before him and Squall was unable to feel their presence. It all seemed too strange, so Squall simply dismissed it.
Squall then heard what sounded like the unclasping of seemingly large doors before him. He felt his body carried forward and then the sound of the large doors closing filled his ears. This along with the absence of the night's breeze and the crickets song informed Squall that he was inside some place…but where? And for what purpose?
The stranger holding Squall spoke again, drawing Squall from his thoughts.
"Call for our Master. Tell him we have the chosen."
Squall heard only silence follow the command, but then a moment later a new voice spoke. This one masculine yet lighter and holding more warmth in his tone than the other had.
"Welcome back, Vincent, Zexion, Tseng. I'm glad you are all safe. So…these two must be the chosen?"
There it was again. What did they all mean by the 'chosen'? Chosen for what?
Silence followed the other mans words, but since the man began to speak again, Squall assumed a nod or some other form of nonverbal exchange must have occurred.
"I see… Set them down."
At that Squall felt his bonded legs touch the ground as he was placed onto his knees. Suddenly the blindfold fell from his eyes allowing the light of the room to temporarily blind him. When his eyes adjusted he looked up to the source of the kinder male voice, the one Squall assumed was the 'Master' and found a very tall, raven haired man looking back to him with striking blue eyes and a kind smile playing on his lips.
"Hello there…" The man paused to examine the plastic cards in his hand. "Squall Leonhart, Irvine Kinneas." He smiled to Squall and then to Squall's side. Squall's eyes widened at the sound of his friends name and he turned to find a different but much more familiar pair of blue eyes meeting his own steel blue."Mrmim?" Squall realized belatedly that he was still gagged. Pushing past that fact, he looked Irvine over and found that he was bond in the same fashion he himself was, and was also gagged. He looked back to Irvine's face and met eyes filled with anxiety.
What the hell going on?
