Hollowed Lies
Bows deeply in apology* Excuse me for my long wait. I've had a really hard time adjusting to my school year and really didn't find any time to write. I'll attempt to make this as long as possible so maybe I could make up for my utter lateness. I promise it will be updated more often.
Roxas POV
My body fidgets as my seemingly bare skin rubs against the uncomfortable cotton. I squirm some more, but found it impossible to retreat from the nagging feeling of discomfort. I crack my eyes open, flinching as the fluorescent lights glare at me hatefully. My breath catches in my throat as a new texture was identified on my skin. Cold, heavy metal, attached to my sleeveless arms, bound me to the bed. I struggle, yanking my arms, hoping that maybe my small limbs could slip through its grasp. A whimper escapes my lips and nothing more followed. My mouth felt like a patch of cotton, and it refused to form proper sentences. I wanted to shout for Axel. I wanted Axel to save me for once, instead of me saving him. I didn't like the uneasy feeling that coils in my stomach and produces thoughts of unimaginable horror. I couldn't believe how easily my mind was betraying me. I was beginning to think I could actually die here.
"Finally, you're awake sleeping beauty." A figure snickers, being hidden safely by the shadows.
They took a step forward, smiling at my reaction as they run their fingers through their silky locks. Marluxia! That traitor! More fear begins sinking in as reality smacks me hard. I was in a room alone with a traitor! What was Marluxia going to do! I try not to allow my panic to show, but truefully, that was much harder than beating up two guys weaponless. I would've traded for six guys than to be here with Marluxia.
"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckles, approaching the bedside in a slow, taunting manner.
I shake my head, swallowing dryly. I couldn't create any liquid that would sooth the ache in my throat.
"Seems like that's the case. I don't like that. I prefer screamers."
My eyes widen. I fight the biting metal that held me in place, fueled by adrenaline that was pumping into me. I had to get free! I have to get away from Marluxia! I do not, repeat do not, want to be raped by him! Marluxia laughs again, watching my feeble struggling with mild interest.
"That's more like it. Even if you aren't speaking, least your fighting." The pink haired man smirks.
This was not happening. Please, oh please, let this not be reality. I'm ready to wake up in my tent at camp, being awaken by Saix's obnoxious speech on how the early bird get the worm. I'm prepared to look into those disappointed emerald eyes and uncover, piece by piece, a side of Axel I never noticed until now. I was looking forward to another night by the campfire, talking about Zexion or the millions of times Xigbar got kicked out of a bar before. Any of those instances would be so much better than now.
I shut my eyes tightly, a scream trying to claw its way up my insides. Axel! Where are you! I truly wanted to scream. Even if it would give Marluxia the satisfaction of knowing that I was slowly breaking down, at least it would alert the others to my whereabouts. I smile forcefully at the idea of seeing Demyx's accurate shooting up close in personal.
"What are you smiling at?" Marluxia scoffs, displeasure being written on his face like a story.
I could tell he was ready to take the next step, but to my ultimate reassurance, a man steps in the room before it could go any further.
"The injured medic, sir, is willing to talk." They inform Marluxia loyally, giving a small salute before exiting the room.
Marluxia murmurs something about 'that bitch has terrible timing' but I try to ignore such a comment. Relief washes over me when Marluxia also leaves. I pull at the metal some more, but finally admitted defeat when I couldn't budge my arms. I start flailing my legs around, beating against the wooden frame that my feet could barely reach. I croak out words of panic. I know deep inside, there's no way any living person with a normal sense of hearing could hear me. Although, in a sense, our unit is not normal at all. They've been trained for a while to be able to react to any situation, no matter the circumstances. Filled with new found hope, I continue my administrations. Someone will find me. Someone will find me. No matter how many times I repeated the words, over and over, every time they were spoken, they sounded just like hollowed lies. Someone will find me. Someone will find me. Someone will find me!
Zexion's POV
They had sent me into a room, crusted with dried blood of many previous victims. A man eagerly awaiting my arrival, produces all sorts of contraptions that he promised many times over that they will 'extract as much pain as inhumanly possible until even after I died I would still be in agony'. I simply kept a straight face as the man spoke of numerous occurrences on were a certain person lost their intestines or another was sliced limb from limb until nothing more was left except for the torso and head that was still intact. I look him strait in his crazy oblivion eyes and told him straight up, with an I-kid-you-not expression, that 'I'm ready to talk'. The grown man, probably double, most likely triple the age of me, gave me a funny look before he literally started balling. He moaned out things on how he was so ready to torture me and then I went and dropped a bomb shell on his perfectly exciting day of torture. When he finally composed himself, he left the concreted room, sobbing all the while. He sent for another person to collect their boss while he went to fix himself up for the next victim. I was not surprised when Marluxia was the next human being to enter the room. From where I was sitting on the concrete floor, forcefully keeping my back from touching any surface, he was an evil person filled to the brim with hallowed out lies.
"I was told you were ready to talk. Speak up." A smirk graces his lips.
I sigh quietly, before reminding myself my reasoning behind all of it. I look into his icy blue eyes with a hard gaze.
"I can tell you exactly what you want on one condition."
Marluxia raises an eyebrow, but does not interrupt. This encourages me to continue my sentence.
"You release the entire unit. That includes Roxas, Axel, Demyx, Lexaeus, Xaldin, Xigbar, Vexen, Saix, and Xemnas. Set them free, take them to the nearest safe house, and I'll tell you everything." I bite my lower lip as Marluxia contemplates the offer.
He rubs his temples, tapping his foot as he weighed the pros and cons against one another. I go through what I said again thoroughly within my own mind. I didn't make it where I could go against the agreement. I made it cut and dry, plain and simple, so there was no ins or outs to what I had said. After a few minutes of complete silence, Marluxia came to a conclusion.
"I'll give you half of those people. Half. No more, no less."
I swallow, unlocking my gaze from his. I was afraid of a negotiation. I was never good at it. Half the unit… Could I of all people really choose between who lives and who will die? A medic's first priority is to make sure they can do everything in their power to allow the patient a chance to live. If they can't, then it's simply not meant to be. Demyx. Demyx was an obvious choice. Then Vexen. Axel and Roxas as well. I sigh as the thought surfaces in my mind. Excluding myself and the traitors, there are a total of nine remaining members of our unit. Knowing Marluxia, he gave me the short end of the bargain, and I only get four choices. I suppose those are the four people that deserve to live the most. It twists my heart, to know I'm intentionally ending others' lives.
"Speak now or forever hold your peace." Marluxia growls, growing more impatient by the second.
"Demyx, Vexen, Axel and Roxas. I choose them. I want them to live." The words stuck in my throat, and it took all my willpower to choke them out.
Marluxia frowns unpleasantly at the last name I decided, but simply shrugs it off.
"Deal." He speaks, not even bothering to offer a hand shake to seal the deal.
I was afraid for a split second that he had decided to go against my wishes even after I gave him the information. But that didn't stop me from gushing out all the facts like water. In the next thirty minutes, Marluxia knew everything I knew, and for once, he seems oddly satisfied.
"Pleasure doing business," He walks over to the door, opening it, and allowed the grown man with torturing issues to scurry back in, "Enjoy~" His maniacal laugh bounces off the walls, an ominous tone encompassing ringing note.
The man gave a deranged smile, eyeing me happily like I was a piece of candy.
"Wait until I try my new toys out on you."
I clench my eyes shut tightly, not wanting to witness another one of his creepy contraptions that God knows what they'll be used for. Panic spikes through my veins. I try to take my mind from it, far away from harsh reality. I didn't know what else to do, so my mind began acting on its own. It started soothing my fears with hollowed lies. Demyx will come. Demyx will save you. Demyx will come. Demyx will save you. Demyx will come. Demyx will save me.
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-Soul Spirit-
