Author's note: I have updated late! Eeeek! And it's a super short chapter too:Wails: I apologize for that but with holidays now here, I'm getting occupied with other things and I really didn't know if I was going to continue this story or not, but of course I am! Thanks for the reviews and here is another chapter of Abstract Silver!

Abstract Silver

Interrogating the helpless

Silence.

It drowned out everything. Like a thick layer of fog, it cast itself around Kadaj's still form. His subconsciousness was a perfect picture of ultimate havoc, both demanding that he wake up and also warning him not to. But Kadaj felt oddly at peace, his body relaxed so much that it was unthinkable to open his eyes and face the harsh reality that was now his life.

But Kadaj was slowly slipping back into the world that he once had so organized and perfected to appeal to he needs, now a mess of problems, and was struggling to got back into the darkness. Not even his mother could reach him now. He was safe.

The silence had never felt any better than this...

As the silver haired rebel once again became surrounded with emptiness, a drastic change from his usual nightmares and dark thoughts, he realized that something was missing, something that would never make him complete without it.

Where was niisan?

He knew that Cloud could be nowhere close. Wouldn't he have at least felt his presence? What if he hadn't survived the blast? And what about Loz and Yazoo? Kadaj began to stir and light just as powerful as one that he had been so familiarized with at the labs crept painfully into his eyes. And with that light came a horrible pain, flowing through him just as quickly as his blood.

Kadaj heaved slightly upwards, eyes springing open in an instant. He was met with the same bland white objects that had been used to do experiments on him from his past, the same smell was suddenly noticeable as it was violently inhaled when Kadaj found himself in desperate need to breathe. His lungs burned as if they hadn't been working properly and his hair felt unnaturally dirty. It clung to his face like glue and made him feel disgusting.

Though he was in an awful state, Kadaj felt worse not knowing where Cloud was, and even if he was alive for that matter. He went to move, but the crippling pain in his body forced him to stay and he eventually gave in and laid his head back down on a white, flat pillow, just as white as the walls. The silver haired rebel sighed heavily and settled with searching for any possible escape routes.

He was very aware of the many wires and tubes that ran in and out of his body. Many were to monitor his healing process and the small tube that was attached to a hair width needle put a clear colored liquid into his body. There was another too, one Kadaj had never seen before, and it was slowly taking small amounts of his blood and putting it into a thin vial. There was a heart monitor right next his all white bed, making quiet humming noises from time to time. The room temperature was extremely cold, so cold that Kadaj could imagine frost appearing on the walls if it continued to stay this way.

This room was now where near as welcoming as the church had been with its small flowerbed and broken benches. No sunlight poured heavenly through the ceiling, but artificial light from huge lamps above his bed. He couldn't even see outside of the room, the doors was nearly invisible and would have been but the black door knob was a dead giveaway.

As Kadaj's slit jade eyes watched the door, muffled voices of two males coming from outside his room, the silver haired rebel planned his ambush. He would make it out of here and find Cloud, then they'd never return to this place. There was one problem however. When Kadaj tried to sit up, driving his pain away, he suddenly became aware of a thick leather strap digging into his forearms and another into his legs, just below his swollen knees.

He struggled to break free, watching as the silver buckles began to shift, but was interrupted when the door began to rattle and the black knob was turned to the left. In a few short moments, Kadaj was once again within the presence of the man he hated the most.

President Rufus Shinra, protected by a TURK on either side of him, the ones Kadaj remembered zapping into submission, took a step forward, cold eyes resting upon his trapped body. He waved each TURK off, signaling for the door where they stood, one on each side. It was then that Rufus gave Kadaj his undivided attention.

The man had obviously been cured of the Geostigma Kadaj knew he possessed. He sauntered forward, hands behind his back, a cruel smirk wrapped snugly upon his face. As he neared, the silver haired rebel could easily make out the scar that had been left behind and smirked upon remembering that the cold hearted Shachou had once been nothing but a feeble cripple.

Looks like the tables had turned.

"It seems that we've caught our little runaway, now doesn't it?" Rufus leaned closer, stray strands of hair covering the left side of his face, making both his eyes nearly invisible, but Kadaj could feel the frosty cruelty dripping off them like acid.

Kadaj's eyes shifted to rest upon Rufus, half lidded and had the appearance to make one feel that they were insignificant. He shifted his head upwards, just enough to steady his gaze with the older man, and let a half hearted smirk form on his pale lips.

"Shachou, you'll never completely hold me in your clutches, not in a million years."

"Well, we'll just have to-"

The smirk on the silver haired rebel's face fully bloomed when Rufus staggered away from the bed, wiping his face free of the ball of saliva Kadaj had spit out. It was disgusting and put him in an awful mood, not the best thing in the world. When he finished wiping all the saliva off his face using the white sleeve of his uniform, Rufus neared again, a full smirk of his own on his face.

Kadaj struggled as Rufus leaned closer, invading his personal space, and fell victim to the tight leather straps that held him firmly in place. He went to open his eyes but Rufus was right there, almost startling him. Almost.

"You see Kadaj, there are more experiments that need to be done..."

The silver haired rebel knew what was going to happen even before Rufus had another chance to speak. He refused to be thrown back into that world. No matter how many times the Shachou threatened his life, he wouldn't. He'd rather die than go through those experiences again.

Rufus pulled away, signaling something to Rude and Reno. The one with the sunglasses went for the door and opened it quickly, revealing two male doctors wearing attire identical to those who had injected Kadaj with so many substances that it was impossible to remember. With them they rolled in a stainless steel stand, which contained several medical tools.

Kadaj thrashed back and forth, blinding out the ever growing pain, and successfully managed to pull his arms free from under the straps. Rufus didn't seem to care, only motioning for the doctors to hurry in, then turned back towards the silver haired rebel, filling in the distance between them.

"Make any attempts to escape and Cloud dies."

Kadaj froze, his whole body going stiff, as the words slowly sunk into his brain. This caused Rufus to let out a small chuckle as he walked away, eyes glistening mischievously, and left the room without any more comments. That left him alone with complete strangers, doctors to make it worse.

But above all, his niisan was in trouble.

The stand was wheeled over to his bedside, so close that it was idiotic. One of the doctors, who had deep brown hair and brown eyes, reached towards Kadaj and tied a plastic material around his upper arm. As that was happening the other, who had curly red hair and blue eyes, reached into a small kit that had been set onto the a tray on top of the stainless steel stand and retrieved a clear vial.

A knock at the door stopped their progress, relieving Kadaj tremendously. It took everything in him to not lash out. When the doctors hadn't returned for over a whole minute, Kadaj looked around, then settled his eyes upon the tray beside him.

Using one of his free hands, the silver haired rebel reached outwards and curled his fingers around a pair of medical scissors. They shone brightly under the intense light, causing pain to swell up immensely in his eyes. But he spent no time worrying about himself and quickly went to work at freeing himself of the bothersome straps.

Much to his surprise, the straps had been nothing but fake leather, cutting easily under the twin sharp blades. The first one went slack quickly, allowing Kadaj to sit upright, though he did have some trouble, and begin his work on the second.

By the time that Kadaj had finished, the male voices had returned and the door began to rattle, keys fumbling to get into the lock. Quickly, Kadaj picked up the cut straps and placed them into a position where they gave the appearance that nothing had been done and laid back down, arms dangling loosely by his sides. But he then realized that he had forgotten something.

Grinding his eyes shut, Kadaj reached over to the tube going into his wrist and wrapped his hand around it. With one flick of his hand, Kadaj felt it being released, then went to rid himself of the other bothersome wires and tubes.

The doctors walked in shortly after, talking casually, and went back to the work they had left moments ago. Kadaj watched, waiting for the perfect moment to attack, then saw his opening when they both had their backs turned to him.

Silently, with practiced speed, Kadaj placed his right fist into his left hand just as one of the doctors turned around and brought his elbow up, striking the brown haired one directly in the nose. As he staggered backwards, the other whirled around, only to be met with a knee to the face as Kadaj pushed himself off the bed.

Bleeding from his wound, the brown haired doctor pulled out a stun gun and charged toward Kadaj, who had his fists out, ready to battle.

Faking an attack with his fists, the silver haired rebel kicked high into the air, landing another blow to the doctor, but this time to the head. As he landed gracefully, Kadaj spun around just as the second doctor took a swing at him with the exact same pair of scissors that the young captive had used to free himself.

Kadaj quickly ducked, causing the doctor to miss his target and stumble forward. The silver haired rebel lashed out, using the heel of his foot to strike him in the back, then bent down, picking up the pair of fallen scissors.

"Give me the key," Kadaj demanded, walking closer to the now cowering man, purposely making the scissors glisten in the artificial light. "Or," he cocked his head to the side, grimacing inside as he bunched up the infected skin on his neck, "I could always kill you."

"Here! Take them! Take them!"

Kadaj reached for the ring of keys that were being handed to him. However, he noticed something the man had obviously not wanted him to. When he wrapped his hands around the keys, the doctor struck out with his fist, attempting to wind him, but Kadaj easily caught his fist.

"Surely you don't think I'm that foolish?"

Faster than the man could handle, Kadaj brought the scissors down and struck him squarely in the stomach, smirking at his handy work. But he still had another doctor to deal with, who was now leaned heavily against the white wall, breathing heavily, a small trail of blood making its way down his face.

Kadaj advanced forward, closing the distance between the man and himself. Though he was indeed weaponless at the moment, he had been trained in all kinds of combat and these skills would be put to the test yet again.

Without any words spoken, Kadaj dashed forward, just as the doctor quickly bent down and retrieved his stun gun, bringing it up at the exact moment that the silver haired rebel struck him with a devastating kick. The gun did no harm, having fallen to the ground since Kadaj's intended target had been his hand all along. He had already predicted the doctor's moves. This was going to be easy.

But Kadaj had no time to spare, figuring that some means of security had already been called upon due to all the commotion they were making. So, cutting his time in the room short, Kadaj roughly grasped onto the doctor and threw him into the tray of sharp objects, where he was impaled, but not as effectively as had Kadaj hoped for.

Wasting no time, the silver haired rebel thrust the keys into the lock under the black doorknob and smirked when he found out that he had chosen the right one. He was going to toss them, but decided to keep them, just in case Rufus had Cloud trapped in a room identical to the one he had been in.

As Kadaj stumbled into the thankfully empty hallway, he realized exactly where he was. the Healin Lodge. He was in a place he was quite familiarized. This was going to work out for him after all. But what about his niisan?

Making his way down the hallway, tiled floor under his feet, Kadaj stared ahead. He had no idea where Cloud was and didn't know where to start.

In the empty hall of the Healin Lodge, Kadaj had never felt so alone.