As I may or may not of mentioned, I own nothing except the idea for bringing all such characters together in one place. I realize that it is copyrighted, but I am too damned lazy to add this on every chapter, so this is the only one.
Chapter 1: The Interrogation
"Where is she?" The man in the mask asked. Tidus lifted his head and looked around. He was in a locked room with a table and a tall masked man. On the table lay a cloth with several silver devices consisting of forceps, scalpels, iron rods with sharpened ends, and several syringes. Against the wall lay two fully automatic rifles, most likely standard issue M-16's. He then realized that he was in a chair with leather straps holding down his arms and legs. Tidus peered into the mask and said in a defiant tone, "Who?"
The man roared in rage as his fist came down on Tidus' face breaking his nose and cutting the skin on his cheek. Blood rolled down into his mouth. Tidus sneered up at the masked man and smiled as his blood began to fill his mouth. "BASTARD!!" Tidus screamed in sudden rage. The man flinched backwards in fear. When Tidus didn't make any other movements, the man stood up straight and calmly said, "Are you done?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now where is she?"
"I don't know who the hell you are talking about."
"Rikku." A man that just entered the room from the door behind Tidus said,
"I don't know. She slept with me in my room and was gone before I awoke." The second man walked out in front of Tidus. He wore no hood, and had dark eyes and brown hair. "Liar." He said as he grabbed Tidus' thumb. In his other hand was a pair of prongs. He clasped the prongs around his thumbnail. Tidus braced himself for the pain.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!!!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!! I ALREADY TOLD YOU, I DON'T KNOW SHIT!!!!!!!!!" Tidus screamed as the pain shot up through his arm. The second man held his thumbnail in front of Tidus' face. "Is she worth this much to you?" Tidus hung his head, breathing hard.
"Why don't you take out a few more," The hooded man piped in. "He needs it."
"You're sick," Tidus whispered between heavy breaths as the un-hooded man took his index finger in his hand. "EAT SHIT!!!!!!" Tidus screamed right before the man pulled.
Tidus sobbed out of control as the two men left him in the room with his thoughts. "It's as if he has a bipolar disorder." The hooded man removed his hood, allowing long blonde hair to cascade down across his forehead.
"Yeah, it's as if he is kindhearted one minute, and needs to be in a high security mental hospital the next. You hungry?"
"Sure, why not. Let's go to Steak –n- Shake."
"Why do we always go there?"
"Because it is the best restaurant ever. And because I am driving."
"Uh, right. Whatever."
An hour and a half later the two men returned, neither hooded. Tidus' head lay down against his chest. They walked out in front of him and one of them slapped Tidus. He looked up, a raged and pained look in his eyes. "EAT SHIT!!!!!!! YOU BASTARDS!!!"
"Where is she?"
"I don't know." The silent man grabbed Tidus' middle finger and fit the prongs around the nail. Tidus winced but didn't utter a sound. The blood came, and Tidus did his best to try to drink it, the blood, oh the sweet, beautiful blood. But the straps separated him from it, and he sighed, pleased by the very sight of it.
"You're a sick bastard." Tidus put his head up and glared, the hate back in his eyes. "GO FUCK YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU KINKY QUEER FUCKTARD!!!!!!!!!!!"
Two hours later all the nails on Tidus' hands were gone, lying on a silver tray. Then they started with the salt. On each bloody fingertip. Tidus' screams could not be stopped… could not be more beautiful to the torturists. After a grand total of 12 minutes and 37 seconds, he sat quietly. Then they lit matches and thrust them up into the roof of his mouth. He screamed. They did it with two more matches. They stood staring at him for a second and then they both removed their hoods. They laid them on the table and the blonde grabbed Tidus' left ear and pulled on the earring, making Tidus scream in pain. "Where is she?"
"I don't know!!!!!" Tidus yelled in exasperated anguish. The man sighed and tore the earring out of his ear, tearing through his cartilage. Tidus cried out before he passed out.
While he was unconscious the two torturers discussed Tidus' fate. "I say we waste his ass. He obviously doesn't know shit."
"No, he knows."
"I say we end his pain."
"Why, is that a bit of compassion I hear little brother?"
"No, he is just giving me a headache."
"So, what does Seymour want with this girl, Rikku anyway?"
"I dunno. But he showed me a very generous paycheck. He also showed me a picture of her."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So what did she look like?"
"Like an Al Bhed Houchie."
"Ooh, an Al Bhed…"
"You horny fuck."
Tidus fluttered back to consciousness to hear them decide to use the most horrible treatment ever. Within thirty seconds he was screaming his ass of: "NO!! MAKE IT STOP!!!! I CAN'T STAND THIS COUNTRY BULLSHIT!!!!!!!! I'LL TELL YOU WHERE SHE IS!!!!!!!! I SWEAR!!!!!!" The blonde man pushed the pause button on the stereo. "And…"
"She is hiding in Besaid. Where, I don't know. Just on that island."
"Well, thank you. Now you may go free." The dark haired man injected Tidus with a tranquilizer and unlatched him from the chair to personally deliver him to his apartment
