A/N: A warning on abuse. Still do not own any of these characters, and it's another short chapter. Longer ones come later. ; ) Time line's kinda choppy, but I intend to fix that later. Thanks to those who alerted/faved! I appreciate your interest!
Chapter 7
The next time he woke, Leon didn't feel so nauseous and his head didn't throb. He was still blind folded and bound. He didn't think that would change any time soon.
The door scraped open again. Heavy, measured steps, certainly meant to be intimidating, Leon would have been more worried if he'd heard the clack of heels. The voice was deep, unfamiliar, "A little bird told us you're a Leonhart."
Leon didn't reply, there was nothing to say to a statement that meant nothing.
"Said you'd know how to get into the family vault." It was calm, but Leon gained the distinct impression that the owner was not patient. Still, he made no reply. There was motion and sound as someone reached forward and yanked his blindfold off. For a moment Leon was certain that they meant to kill him, but then realized as he saw the man that it didn't matter. His captor's face was completely covered with only one eye visible.
"Pretending to be asleep will gain you nothing. So, tell me. Where does the Leonhart family keep its vault?"
Leon looked about, ignoring the man. The room was bare, small and square. Completely boring. A booted foot slammed into the wall beside his head. He fought not to flinch.
"Time isn't exactly on your side, where is the vault kept?"
"I don't know." It was the simple honest truth. He had no idea where the Leonhart family kept their vault. Clearly this man meant the Leonhart's of Radiant Garden. Leon was from Traverse Town.
The foot beside his head swung down. It was clear the man was going to kick him. So be it, Leon could do little, bound as he was. The heavy blow landed on his ribs, sending him sideways, where he stayed.
Each time Leon answered, another blow landed somewhere on his body, none of it mattered. He couldn't tell what he didn't know. His captor was adamant with the beating until he was called out by a voice that Leon felt he should know, but his mind was too fogged with pain to really care.
The man came back and squatted in front of him.
"So, you bat for the other team? That's good to know. There are a couple people I'd like you to meet."
Leon suddenly wished his hands were free so he could choke the life out of the bastard in front of him.
What felt like years later, Leon was finally thrown back into his little room and the door was bolted. He used that time to compose himself and deal with what had happened. Then he fell asleep. The next time he woke it was the same routine except for the tray they left in the room afterward. Whatever was on it went cold and stale as Leon rocked in a corner, hands and feet bound, wishing he had a way out.
Once he woke, he didn't know how long it had been, the door was cracked and a harsh voice snarled, "It's been almost two weeks and he still hasn't cracked!"
A confident voice replied, "He will. I have an idea." The door had been kicked shut at that point.
Two weeks, the days had bled together, but two weeks? He had to get out. He couldn't leave Dixcyn on her own for two minutes let alone two weeks. A bitter smile spread over his cracked and bruised lips. He could just imagine the havoc she'd wrecked on the hotel by now. Shiva, that was going to be a mess.
