Chapter 4
~Naminé~
Okay, it would've been Sora if he had black hair and yellow eyes. But it was him, wasn't it?
"Sora?!" I exclaimed.
He grimaced. "Hell to the fuck no! I am Vanitas. Don't ever get me confused with him again!"
"Vanitas," another voice said.
We both turned towards the back of the van, where a very old man was standing. "There is no time for introductions. She will know who we are soon enough."
This is the crazy person who was driving? Who helped kidnap me? Why does an old man need me?!
"What are you going to do with me?" I asked, scooting farther away from the both of them.
He ignored me. "Take her out." He commanded to Vanitas, who couldn't be much older than me.
The boy reached out and jerked me out of the van. I almost fell to the ground, but regained my balance in time. The scenery around me was frightening. Behind the van a long, narrow winding road stretched out into the pitch black of the night. On either side of the road there was literally nothing; one wrong turn and you could fall a couple hundred feet to your doom. There were no railings along the sides; it was a miracle we even made it here alive at the speed we were going. In front of us was a weird looking…castle. There was no other way to describe the brown building. It had a lot of windows, and it awkward-looking pieces of it stretched up to the sky.
"Move it." Vanitas poked me with the knife and shoved me towards the huge brown door. I had no choice but to walk towards this strange place. I had no idea where we were. This didn't seem like a part of Twilight Town, but it couldn't be too far away. I guessed that we'd only been on the road for about two hours, tops. The old man walked next to me, sandwiching me between himself and Vanitas. It was frightening how much Vanitas looked like Sora; it was hard to believe that it wasn't him.
Inside the building everything was white. The floors, walls, ceilings, everything. The walls, like everything else, were perfect. There were no bumps or chips in the paint, and no stains could be found anywhere. The doors closed behind us and I heard a few locks click into place. Crap. There goes Plan B.
We walked straight down a long hallway for what seemed like hours. Out of curiosity, I looked back over my shoulders. I gasped. The pathway led to a turn behind us, but we hadn't changed our direction once since coming inside. Did that mean the walls…moved?! What the hell?
The old man addressed me, getting my attention. "It's good to finally have you back, Naminé."
"What are you talking about? I don't know you! And how do you know my name?!"
He stopped walking and lifted my chin. My hands were still tied and I couldn't fight his grip. His fingers felt like rough tree branches. "I have been overseeing your progress for a long time. Now that I have you, don't expect to get out of here that easily. In fact, don't expect to escape at all." He let go of me and continued walking. Vanitas nudged me forward again, harder this time.
I focused on the white tiles below my feet as the sound of our footsteps echoed throughout the hall. This place…There has to be a way out. When they aren't looking, I'll run. Then I'll find my way back to Twilight Town.
The two suddenly stopped next to a white door that almost blended in with the wall. It was marked "Holding Cell." They sure were organized for a pair of rogue kidnappers. I hoped I wasn't underestimating them too much.
"This is where you will be staying during your time here." The old man said. He pushed some buttons next to the door. I expected a dingy basement-like type of setting, but it was just an empty white room. This doesn't look so bad…Almost like a hotel. But instead of room service, I get creepy kidnappers.
Vanitas quickly untied the ropes around my hands and pushed me in so hard I fell to the floor. I turned around to glare at them as the door started to close, but they were already gone. The door slammed shut, the sound echoing off the walls. I was alone.
I walked up to the cell door, rubbing my wrists. They were sore from the rope Vanitas had used on them. The door had one of those steel handles that you had to push down on to get it open. There were no keyholes or visible locks, but there was a small flashing red light next to the handle. A window the size of a notebook made of a very clear and hard material was on the door, too. I tried pushing the handle even though I knew it was locked. Then I looked through the window. Same white hallway, with similar doors on each side. I sighed, knowing I was trapped. I leaned against the door and slid down until I was sitting on the floor.
I felt completely and utterly hopeless. I didn't have my phone, and I didn't even know if anyone saw the kidnapping. I would probably end up on the news as a runaway or something. Of course, Axel would know if something was up.
My heart started pounding. What if this is a family thing? What if they somehow knew us and were out to get Axel too? Maybe even Riku and Sora? I didn't want them to get dragged into this with me.
I hope they're safe…
~Axel~
Hayner, Olette, Pence, and I rushed into the Twilight Town Police Station. A stocky-looking guy with a rigid face and orange hair looked up from the front desk. His name tag read 'Aeleus'. "How can I help you all?" he asked as we came in.
I tried to catch my breath. "We're here to report a kidnapping." Did my voice sound shaky? I hope it didn't sound shaky…
The guy picked up a pen. "Victim's name?"
"Naminé Sparks. She's my sister." Aeleus's face expression changed slightly and I hesitated, trying to remember if that was the name I'd enrolled her in school with. We didn't have parents, and therefore no last names. Luckily, her school didn't need to see her birth certificate when she'd registered. Times were tough, and we didn't need the authorities or any crazy people chasing us down.
"Victim's description?" the officer asked, scribbling something down.
"5"5, shoulder-length blonde hair, blue eyes…"
"She was wearing a white shirt, jeans, and some sandals," Olette added.
"Okay, now can you tell me what happened?" Aeleus asked. Hayner and his friends told the whole story. As I listened for the second time, panic welled up inside of my chest. Gray van…drive-by kidnapping…
No…This was all too familiar…
"Excuse me, sir," the officer said to me, trying to get my attention.
"Sorry. Yeah?" I said, snapping out of my daze.
"We're going to do all that we can to bring your sister back. I advise that you all keep a look out for any suspicious characters, and never go anywhere alone."
"Thank you, officer."
We walked out into the crisp night air. I shivered. I hated the cold. Cold temperatures brought back bad memories…
I hope Naminé isn't freezing right now.
I offered her classmates a ride back to their homes. There was no way in hell I was gonna let them walk home by themselves after my sister had just gotten kidnapped. The thought of what might happen to them was just too horrible.
"I hope Naminé is okay," said Olette from the backseat, hugging her arms.
"Yeah," I said. I also hope she isn't with him.
How does Xehanort know Namine? And who's this "him" guy Axel's thinking about? Hmmm...
