Just a warning to anyone who's bothered reading this
lil fic of mine this far – don't expect too many updates too soon. Some parts
of the story later on need the earlier parts to be rewritten, and there's just
no time these days. ^^
Anyways, enough of that, and on with the story.
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He awoke to find himself tied down again. It was dark, and he wondered how long he had been out this time. I had a chance to reveal Raun for who he really was, and I went and screwed it up royally. Again. The Turks will be coming soon, and I can't do a damn thing. Typical Tyren. Helpless and useless.
The door
creaked open slightly, and Bent crept into the room, knife in hand. Seeing
Tyren awake and obviously sane, he sighed in relief.
Cutting through Tyren's bonds effortlessly, he muttered, "I dunno 'bout anyone
else, but I believe ya. You gotta get outta the city, before Shinra come. They
got a nasty habit of hunting people down. If you were right, Raun'll run to
them as soon as he can, being the baby that he is."
Another figure edged through the door, Dala. She jumped at the sight of Bent, but relaxed when she realised he was there for the same reason as her.
"I don't think we'll do anything to Raun – it'll be safer with him here where we can keep an eye on him. Here's some gil. Don't waste it, it's all I have."
The door opened once more, and this time, it was Swatch. Seeing the other two, he betrayed no emotion other than the slight rise of his left eyebrow. Turning to Tyren, he pressed a small yellow ball into his hand.
"It's called Enemy Skill. If any of the monsters out there use certain skills on you, you learn them instantly. Well, that's what the guy in the store said, anyway. I've never had the chance to use it in here, so it'll probably be more useful to you."
"Much easier than trying to learn the Swatch Slash, wouldn't you say?"
Bent leapt back as Tyren took a swipe at him, then turned and looked mournfully at Swatch.
"Attacked by the very person I'm trying to help. What's the world coming to, I ask you."
He turned back to Tyren.
"I'm gonna miss ya, ol' buddy. You better not get caught by the Shinra after all this. Here, I packed food and stuff in this pack. Even included a map of the world as an extra bonus. Take care, ok?"
Tyren nodded, and hugged each of them before making his way to the window.
"Thanks for everything. I'll always remember all of you. And be careful, with Raun around Shinra might decide to go after you as well. I'll never know why you believed me, much less helped me, after everything was said and done. But I appreciate it."
"It's because we're your friends, you idiot."
With a small smile, Tyren swung out the window and clambered down the wall. His pack and sword came soon after, and he strapped both on before turning towards Sector Six. Setting his shoulders resolutely, he walked away, refusing a final look back at the two-storey building where a lone window was lit, the light marred by three shadowy figures.