Aeris seated herself on the edge of the booth I was occupying. She was trapping me in, no escape, she must have thought I wouldn't want to talk about whatever she was about to bring up.
"So Vincent aii?" I smiled back at her and left the meal I had been eating. "Are you's an item?"
"I'm not sure really, he asked me 'if' he asked would I say yes, and I said I would. So where ever that leaves us."
A smile brightened her features, she was really quite beautiful. I loathed her sometimes, her gorgeous hair, face and body, I could see why Zack liked her.
"That's really cute, so when's he going to ask you on that date?" She was prying now, obviously Tifa had asked her to get information about it.
"No idea, and can you tell Teef to mind her own business?" She blushed, I'd hit the nail on the head with that assumption.
"How'd you know?"
"You're never bold enough to question my personal life, on your own accord, she however is."
Shyly she smiled and left me to finish my meal. I turned staring out the window sipping on my cold coffee. I watched as people walked by pushing prams and smoking pipes. Their lives all seemed so interesting, especially compared to mine. Babies, husbands and fancy jobs that made beautiful women wear nice business skirts that showed off their slim legs. The men, well I guess there's all walks of life in this little town, the men with the suits and the ones with the singlets. That's when I saw him. Him. Staring into the bar from across the street. Damn it. A tall, dark handsome man in his late twenties he was. He slunk into the shop silently checking the streets for observers.
I was doomed. I stood and stumbled to the public bathroom. I was half a step away when his slimy hands wound around my waist. He seedily purred into my right ear.
"Am 'ere to take back what's masters...What he deserves." He was drunk, and his heavy accent was horribly slurred.
His other hand quickly moved to my mouth, presenting a wet cloth to my mouth. "Shit" I thought, holding in the shaky breath I had left. Noticing my plan he sharply jabbed my ribs gaining a sharp gasp from me as I lost control of my conscience-ness.
I opened my eyes what only seemed like seconds later, to the night sky pouring through what I assumed to be a van's window. The van had two seats in the front separated from me by a metal cage wall. The rest of the van consisted of stripped metal walls and large metal chains. Chains that connected me to the floor of the van. Many tiny little nails clawed at my skin, but I could not scream, or move. Where was I? What happened?
I could feel the feeling rushing back into my face, hands and legs. I twitched involuntarily trying desperately to roll onto my stomach to stand up. But I couldn't, I was stuck in place, unable to move at all.
A disturbing chuckle sounded from the front of the van. "G'mornin' sweet heart. Miss me?" I shook my head vigorously. Again receiving a horrid chuckle from the older man. He brushed his shoulder length grey hair from his face. "Well, love someone's missed you" he opened the cage and moved toward me, again holding a damp cloth.
I remember her face, my mother's, when she told me. "Your father. He's" tears ran down her weary face. "He's done the unspeakable. That man is, he's not worthy." I was nine. I had no idea what she was taking about. "Akio, he's horrid. You must run. I love you." "Mamma what are you talking about?" I replied in Wutainese "Why are you crying?" "My love, you are my only, I need you to live. I want you to love. I want you to leave." She pulled me into a bone crushing hug. Whimpering into my dark hair. "Mamma what are you talking about? Where am I going?" "You are to leave tomorrow, go to Midgar, escape, never answer to any man over forty, run until your free." She picked me up and placed me beneath the covers of my bed, kissing my head she whispered. "I'll pack all you'll ever need. You get some sleep, you have a long life ahead of you." I nodded and watched her pack. Clothes, Gil, shoes, a blanket and a small pillow. She stopped and looked at me watching her, she pointed to my bear, I nodded, she packed that too, along with a photo of her and I. "I love you Angel Face, live a good life for me okay?" I nodded at her, I had no idea of what was to come tomorrow morning.
When my eyes opened, they were heavier, slower and more painful than the first time and the feeling rushed violently back into my body. A wave of nausea hit me, flinging my body into life.