Capture
It was dark. He felt the cloth in his mouth and realized his head was covered. Athrun sat still, trying to listen for any movement. He couldn't hear anything, but he already knew he was longer at his home. The room he was in felt cold and he could hear the sound of water dripping. His feet were on some type of stone. He could only guess where he was by now. It must have been a holding cell. A dungeon. Something to keep him locked away from any human interaction. He had no doubt what would be coming soon. All he could do was wait.
Athrun remained completely silent. He tried to think of ways to help himself. Could he escape? Wherever he was, he was sure that he wouldn't get the chance to even speak. He knew what to expect, but he couldn't help feeling uneasy. He should try to be stronger, but he was at a disadvantage. There was no way he could gain the upperhand. Athrun waited only a little bit longer before he heard the footsteps. A screeching sound eschoed and someone jerked his hea. It only took a few seconds more to have his eyes focused on one man.
"Well, it's good to see you. Although, I wish circumstances were better."
"I'm sure," Athrun mumbled. "Nice to see you, King Attha."
"To my understanding, you haven't been cooperating. I would like to know why."
"You think I, what, kidnapped your daughter?"
"Young Yuna seems to believe so."
"I have nothing to say," Athrun replied coldly.
As he stared at the king, he could see that he had aged quite a bit since he had last seen him. His hair had thinned and was much whiter. Had two years done so much to this man? King Attha wore no smile on his face. Instead, he looked just as cold as Athrun had sounded. In a matter of seconds, the old man was gone. Athrun was pulled up against the wall and was now being beaten on. One arm loosened and he hit the side of one of the guards on his jaw. He nearly got away, but was held by another and hit with more force.
"You're lucky you're even here!" One guard shouted.
"Yeah, if it were up to me I would have you killed!"
Athrun was thrown onto his stomach moments later and abandoned in his cell. Athrun groaned and rolled over onto his back. The glow from a torch barely lit up where he now lay, but he could tell he hardly had any space at all. He pulled himself up and looked towards a large wooden door. It was the only way out and only a small opening in the middle of the door allowed him a view outside. After bringing himself up to his feet, he went straight to the dor and looked through the hole. There was only an empty chamber for his view. He could see where other prisoners were kept, but he heard no sounds. He was completely alone with no way out...
agh. im sorry guys, im having major writers block issues. this is the best i can do for now, im sorry itsz so short. read and review please.