Heartless…
A tall blonde man paced the abandoned warehouse as he lit a cigarette and looked out the broken, filthy window. He ran his fingers through his hair apprehensively. It had been an hour since they sent the videotape to Balamb Garden, his home once, a lifetime ago. In the opposite corner was a sprawled out, unconscious young woman. Seifer looked at her with pity. Why would they send just her, by herself? This poor defenseless girl…They should have at least sent the army! But this, this is just sad…
Seifer took a puff of his cigarette and looked out the window to see Fujin and Rajin from a bird's eye view, as they conversed among themselves, walking to the thrift store for rations. Keeping her drugged, Quistis had been unconscious for about two days straight. Well that can't be too healthy. Seifer glanced at his watch briefly.
11:53 PM.
"God! This is taking way too long!" he growled angrily.
"Why…?" a voice whispered softly.
Seifer gasped and looked around the room to see Quistis stirring in her sleep.
"What the hell…?" Seifer cautiously walked to her sleeping form in curiosity.
She moaned. She tossed and turned as he approached her. She was sweating and her face looked stressed. Seifer kneeled down beside her, not know what he should do. He looked down on her scrutinizingly.
"WHY!!!!!!?????" she screamed, disturbing the settled dust and stillness of the 20th floor, warehouse room.
"Ahhhh, shit!" Siefer gasped and drew back.
"SEIFER!" she shouted and sat up sweating in the dark. She gasped loudly as her eyes flew open, scared and disoriented. Her eyes widened in fear as they connected with Seifer's in the dark.
* * *
"Squall! We gotta do something!" Rinoa exclaimed worriedly as she wrapped her arms around him.
"Oh God, poor Quisty," Zell said.
"I know. But we will do something!" Squall asserted. "We'll go to the place where they told us to mail the gill."
"What about the money?" Irvine inquired.
"What about Cid?" Matron asked anxiously.
"One step at a time!" Squall was overwhelmed with so much to do and lives were depending on him. "We have to get Quistis first because we know she's in danger."
"Gotcha, Squall," Zell affirmed as everyone else nodded in affirmation.
"Next we'll find Cid, and God forbid those bastards get a dime!" Squall lead them out of the office as they all headed for the parking lot. "Wait, Matron, stay here. I don't want anything else to happen to you."
Matron nodded and stroked his hair in a motherly way, "You be careful, young Squall. Bring her back, you hear?"
Squall nodded, knowing he may or may not see her again.
* * *
"Oh God!" Quistis began to inch away from him, looking around, trying to orient herself until she felt the hard surface of the wall against her back. That's when she realized how cold it was. She began to shiver and she could see her breath. It was about 20 degrees and the old, cobweb-ridden shelter of the abandoned warehouse was not much help.
"Bad dream?" Seifer stood up in his cocky way and puffed his cigarette, pretending not to have realized she had screamed his name in her sleep.
"Seifer? Where am I?" she demanded as she tried to stand, but in her drugged state, her legs failed beneath her as she began to stumble down. Swiftly Seifer caught her before she fell to the floor. She slowly turned her head to face him and backed up against the wall for support. She didn't know what was in Seifer's twisted, filthy mind, but she would not let him touch her, not ever.
She brushed her blonde tresses from her eyes and looked at Seifer suspiciously, terrified of the man who had kidnapped her.
Seifer began to approach her, but she kept backing up, keeping her distance.
"Quistis…What the hell do you think I'm gonna do to you?" Seifer asked annoyed.
"…" Quistis stopped moving. If he tried to do anything fresh with her she would make him pay!
"D-D-don't touch me," she stuttered trying to not let her teeth chatter. She shivered not taking her eyes off him. Then Seifer began to shift as if he was taking something from his coat pocket. Quistis thinking it might be something to kill her with, shut her eyes and waited for the pain. Instead, she felt a warm sensation over her shoulders. She slowly opened her eyes to realize Seifer had shed his overcoat and put it on her. She looked to see him at the window staring down and puffing on his cigarette, slowly exhaling.
She eyed him curiously. Afraid of him and yet not scared. He seemed so cruel while making that horrible ransom video, and now he seemed considerate, kinder. Either way she'd find some way to escape, even though she couldn't really move her legs, even though it was below 20 degrees and it was starting to snow, even though the overpowering drowsiness overwhelmed her. Somehow…
"Why'd you do that?"
He looked down at her and chuckled. "I'm not as heartless as you think, Quisty."
