"Wooo whooo!"
"Argh! Keep your eyes open Rif!"
"Will do sweetie."
"Two. Where are the other three?!
"Got one. Oh-"
"Rif?!"
"Shit. Behind you."
"What happened?"
"You get them both?"
"Yes. Yes. What happened? Fuck."
"I can make it out darling. No worries. Come on."
"I cant help but worry about you."
"I'm touched."
"In the head. Just run."
"Wait! Who are you?"
"Hm?" Sedek had passed through the wall already, his imprint was melting its self back into the proper position.
"You called me kin. What did you mean?"
"Hah. You should not worry about that at this time." The younger man told him, turning back to Rif. "I will explain when the time comes."
"What about Blade?"
This question caused the man to pause in his step. He chuckled, shook his head, and stepped through the wall. Rif jumped up, running to it, but as his fists hit this portal like device, it became a wall once again. Rif's eyes widened, and he felt himself lose the strength he had gathered in his rest. He slipped to his knees, resting his forehead on the sheet rock.
"Let me go!"
"Stop wriggling." Blade kicked out, boot colliding with the woman's stomach. She bent down, clutching the place where Blade had hurt her so much. Swearing, she looked up at the older woman.
"You get old and you get cranky. Look lady, I'd let you go but its against orders."
Blade could feel all of her run energy run out. She was still in pain. No cure material. No rest. Nothing. There she stood, hands held in the strangest cuffs she had ever seen. No chains, just white bracelets embedded with material shards. It sure seemed like she was chained their though. Her arms are being pulled and left handing above her head because of some invisible something keeping them their. She couldn't move. Couldn't fall. Couldn't rest.
"Who's orders?!"
"Mine."
The voice was new. Cold. Very cold and sharp. Her head jerked over in his direction.
"Hm…I do not see why he is so fond of you. Wretched woman." He was walking closer to Blade, grin on his face as he examined her. "He is about half your age too. I suppose he has always been mature for his age though. And strong. Yes. Much stronger then me. Hm."
She glared at the man, breathing heavily from the battle no more then a few hours before.
"After you blacked out, we thought it best to hold you up with these cuffs. You didn't hang their all the while, of course. We let you rest. When you began to stir though, Emily put them onto you. Caution, dear. We needed to keep you away from…"
His voice died off as he walked about her. "You did get some rest though. Not much. For the most mysterious of reasons cure material didn't work as effectively as it did on your companion. It stopped your bleeding, but it did nothing more. Resistant to it? One of Hojo's experiments, perhaps?"
"Who are you?"
"Ah, a friend."
She was getting sick of this man. Her eyes flickered and she felt her body slowly lose the will to stand.
"Hm…Stop playing with her, Emily. Take her down before she loses consciousness."
"Yes, sir."
'Playing with me?…Materia?'
She heard a snap just as all her energy left. Her eyes closed as she fell to her knees. The man who had spoken before kept her from falling any further.
"Da'ath, do you think this a good idea?"
And she slipped out of reality, slowly entering the dream world she desperately needed.
Note: Go read Riene-Strifes works.