Skye's eyes flew open, her mind racing. She had heard something. She knew it wasn't her imagination, but still she couldn't see anything. Skye gritted her teeth and stood up quietly. She bit back a scream as a black gloved hand closed over her mouth, and someone grabbed her hands, dragging her out of the room.

            Squall closed his eyes, a twinge of pain stabbing at the back of his mind. What is that…? He scowled, annoyed. It hit him again. His eyes flew open, a horrific feeling rushing over him like a wave, crushing him under its immense danger. What the hell?! Awful images rushed up to meet him, flashing in his mind only seconds before disappearing, so he still got chills when he thought about them but couldn't remember in the slightest what they looked like. Something was happening… he tried to concentrate, but that only made his head throb worse than before. He jumped as someone tapped his shoulder.

"Squall, Skye's missing." It was Selphie.

"…What happened? Isn't there anything to go off of? Why would anyone want to kidnap her? She's useless in battle… I've seen that for sure."

"There is something. She certainly didn't run away. She fought hard; everything was scattered around the room like she was kicking and struggling. Gosh, I hope she's okay…" Selphie shook her head, worried.

God damnit…How did I let this happen? I… I let myself go without realizing it… and now she's gotten kidnapped! He cursed under his breath, his mind going back to Skye. Why would anyone kidnap her?

"She couldn't find any way at all to fight back? Wimp…Do you know where I could find any information at all?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't…"

"Then I'll see for myself."

"… I thought she drove you crazy?"

"… She does. Am I supposed to leave her there to rot?"

"Hehe. Well then, good luck Squall. I hope you find her."

"Whatever."

He strode to his dorm. I got myself into this… how do I get myself out of it? Alright…He looked at his drawing. The green eyes stared back at him intently, sad, tears clouding them. The wings were a soft near-white pink. The feathers seemed to play with the tresses, pulling them playfully into beautiful positions. He tore his eyes from it, putting down his sketch book. Rinoa… I'm sorry… but you know what happened… Please forgive me… He slammed his fist on the desk, grabbed his gunblade, and rushed out the door.

Skye's mind flickered at the edge of insanity, walking the thin line. The darkness tore into her, as did the ropes binding her ankles and wrists. They cut harshly into her flesh. She couldn't scream, seeing as there was a gag in her mouth. All her limbs were asleep, and there was a numbness eating away at her. Silence seemed to engulf her, swallow her whole. She had been alone for what seemed like days but was probably only somewhere around six hours.

The cell reeked of death, warning her of prisoners that had rotted or been tortured to death there. She shivered. Hunger and thirst gnawed relentlessly at her stomach. Her cell phone rang, but she was helpless to get it. Well, I'd answer it if I could! If I could, though, I'd already be out of this wretched place. If only I could reach it…Or even better, my pocket knife! Skye tried to struggle, attempting to free her hands enough to get the knife. It slit her fingers as she got her hand close enough to reach it. Dang it… She watched her fingers drip scarlet, and her stomach turned. Squall… rescue me! But how will you know where I'm at? Suddenly alarmingly rough hands grabbed her and pulled the gag out of her mouth.

"Tell me the truth, bitch, or I'll kill you. Bloodshed doesn't bother me; especially killing a scum like you!"

"…" Skye gasped for breath, welcoming the fresh air, but it only parched her mouth more.

"You're the daughter of Heartilly, right?"

"I'm God's daughter. Every one of us are God's children. He sent his son to die for us, to redeem us of our sins."

"I didn't ask for you to preach to me, bastard!"

"You asked who's daughter I was. That's who I am, sir."

He untied her wrists and grabbed the hand which she had cut. He chuckled harshly.

"Trying to escape, no doubt. A knife… which means you probably have a dagger on your belt."

He turned her around and took the knife and cell phone out of her belt. He stepped on Skye's injured hand, and she couldn't stop from crying out.

"Now, are you Heartilly's daughter?"

"Y-Yes…" God, give me strength!

"That's what I thought. Where is Rinoa Heartilly of the Timber Forest Owls?"

"In heaven."

"What?! How did she die?!"

"Cancer…"

He howled in fury, left the cell, and came back with bread and water.

"There. Make due, because it's all you'll be getting for quite a while."

"When I get out-!"

"You won't get out. No one's ever escaped, and no one's coming to rescue you. So you'll stay here till we're tired of you and kill you or you simply rot here."

He cackled and slammed the door. She flexed her arms, the lack of feeling slowly fading. She reached down and attempted to undo her ankles. To no avail, they remained tied. The knotted cords were nearly impossible to untie. Skye sighed resignedly and struggled to force down the dry, stale bread and foul water. About half an hour later her mind whirled. The food must've been drugged, she realized, and eventually fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.