June 21st, 2072, 11:00am
Irvine had no idea where his feet were taking him. He had had the vaguest notion of going to Cid and reporting it, but somehow he ended up in front of Quistis' door.
"What the hell Rinoa? I already said I don't want to be in the stupid ass wed---Irvine?' Quistis asked when she opened the door to find what seemed like a shell-shocked Irvine. "What happened?" She narrowed her eyes. "Did Rinoa send you?"
"S-S-S-Selphie...."
Of course Selphie sent him. He was her little puppy dog, after all. Quistis didn't want to hear it. "If she wants me to fold another napkin, I'll spontaneously combust."
"She's gone. T-T-There's blood." Quistis' expression immediately dropped.
"We gotta get to Cid!!"
She dragged Irvine behind her, not really caring that she was only in her pajamas, seeing as she had thrown up on her clothes.
June 21st, 2072, 11:14am
Cid surveyed the damage to Selphie's room. Xu had instructed Nida to call the forensic science department to the dorm. They all stood a little in shock of what had happened. Cid was trying hard to remain professional, but he was more than shaken up. While Edea had been running after Squall and Seifer, Cid had been reading fairy tales to Selphie and brushing her hair and making her and Irvine cookies. Back then she'd been as much a daddy's little princess as Rinoa. He turned and looked at Irvine and Quistis who, although stony faced, seemed all right. It seemed they'd been trying to come up with a way to tell Squall and Rinoa.
Rinoa stormed down the hallway; the wedding was starting in four hours and Selphie wasn't even awake. She was starting to worry big time about her friend. Maybe she was mad, like Quistis was.......Rinoa immediately pushed the thought from her head. Nothing, absolutely nothing, was going to ruin her wedding. She rounded the corner to Selphie's dorm to see an entire crowd of people. She started running, fearing the worst.
"What happened? Where's Selphie?!" She demanded of Xu. Then she saw the room, in it's state of disarray and the blood. "Oh my god!! What the hell? Where is she?"
"There's no need to scream, Rinoa, dear." Edea had just appeared out of thin air, with a hand on Rinoa's shoulder.
Rinoa was ashamed of herself, that this was her second thought after hearing that Selphie was gone, but she had to do it anyway. She pulled the little two-way radio off her belt and told the reception crew in Balamb that the wedding was off.
June 21st, 2072, 12:00pm
The 'Six' were gathered in Cid's office, Zell was punching things, Rinoa was almost in hysterics(whether about Selphie or her wedding, no one knew), Squall was comforting her, Quistis was poring over a preliminary report the forensics team had made(4N6!), and Irvine was staring mutely into space.
Cid walked in, with Edea and Xu on his heels. "Well, they dusted everywhere and the only fingerprints they found were Selphie's."
"Was it her blood, too?" All heads turned to Irvine, whose question had startled them out of.....whatever they had been in before.
Cid shook his head and took off his glasses to wipe them. "No, it wasn't hers, thank goodness. But the question is, whose was it? And why on earth would they be after our dear Ms. Tilmitt?"
Quistis piped up. "Maybe they're some radical sorceress supporters. I saw some on Jerry Springer. They want us all dead and they want to let a sorceress ascend the ancient tri-continent throne." Everyone stared. She had recovered from her hangover in record time.
Zell, being Zell, suggested Seifer. "That guy, is seriously EVIL!!! I wouldn't put it past him to come try to start some shit now, after all."
"I don't think so." Quistis and Rinoa said in unison. They looked at each other for the first time that day.
"Well, whoever it was, they're gonna pay!!" Zell punched something without looking. It happened to be Cid's desk, which now had a nice neat, fist shaped hole.
Remembering a time when a four-year old Zell had broken the porcelain urn that had contained his mother's ashes, Cid wrote out a detailed detention slip for Zell which was to be served, 'immediately after the next hug he gives Selphie.' Zell would have laughed if the situation had not been so serious. All he had to do was not hug Selphie when they got her back. If they got her back.
June 21st, 2072, 7:00pm
When Selphie came to, she really wished she hadn't. Her head ached like a mofo and it felt like someone was standing on her leg. She vaguely made out that someone was.
"Miss Tilmitt. So nice to have you with us. You honor us with your presence." The voice was high, but masculine. It had an edge to it that she would have attributed to pain. Her SeeD trained ear told her that the speaker was maybe in his late twenties and from the Great Plains of Galbadia. And her super senses also told her that he was standing on her leg.
"Uhhhh---gggerhhfrfffff leggg." She had meant to say 'get off my leg, you asshole,' but that was good enough.
"Oh, I see. Is that better?" He got off her leg. Now that the blinding pain was gone, looking around her, she noticed that it was the typical dark, dirty room from your standard kidnapping scene. Real original. And if these guys were the standard kidnappers, she could be outta here and walking down the aisle as soon as it took to buy a ticket and get to Balamb. Planning a way to get out was easy. Remembering how she got here was hard.
Some fools had been making a noise outside, and Selphie got up to go threaten them. Before she was at the door, she had heard a noise inside her own room. She whipped around to see two people dressed in black and her window wide open. She fumbled for her Strange Vision before being kicked in the stomach. She reeled, but they had kicked her closer to her weapon. She grabbed the nunchaku and swung it toward the head of the closest person. There was a satisfying thwack , and they fell. The second person ducked to avoid the nunchaku and rolled, knocking Selphie to the ground. The person grabbed one side of the Strange Vision, and seeing that Selphie wasn't letting go, broke it in half with a single hand. Selphie gasped, and they used the opportunity to grab and tie her arms together. She kicked and ran for the door again. The last thing she remembered was the gentle smell of chloroform.
And now she was laying on this floor, tied up and bruised, in her pajamas. This was not a good day.
"Selphie April Tilmitt. 18 years old. One of the famous 'Six.' Transfer from Trabia Garden. Designation: Seed class G, communications specialist. Code name: Bubbles. Likes: dogs, science-fiction, the color yellow, planes, trains, cars, computers......---"
"I know who I am. Are you going to torture me or what?"
"Temper, temper, Miss Tilmitt. Or should I say, Mrs. Kinneas? You were planning on changing it, right?"
"What do you want already? This is getting kind of annoying, you know?" Selphie was straining to see the man. He kept moving out of her field of vision, so she couldn't see his face.
"I bet it is. Do you know why you're here?"
"If I did, would I be asking you?"
"The file didn't say you had a mouth on you. Is that what he likes? Do you talk rough to him in bed?"
"So help me God, when I get my hands on some nunchaku, they are going to discover new shades of black and blue on your corpse. Now are you going to tell me your stupid evil plan or what?"
"Idle threats. Now, you're just here to have some fun. Why would we tell the bait our evil plan?"
"Aw, suck it. If you wanted someone to get saved, you should've got Rinoa. I'm warning you, as soon as I can, I'm coming to kick your ass."
"Indeed. And such words, from a person nicknamed 'Sunshine.' I'm rather disappointed in you."
"And I'm rather disappointed in your crappy kidnapping job."The man sniffed. Selphie still hadn't gotten a look at his face. He left, or must have, because she had heard the door shut and she could no longer feel his presence. She'd already gotten out of the ropes; now she attacked the cords on her feet. They were coming, for sure.
::author's note::
okay,actually I think that kind of sucked. I've already written up to chapter 5, but I want reviews first! luv ya!