When he came to, everything was silent. Even with his hearing Aerrow couldn't detect anything. Slowly sitting up (weary of the silence) he quickly made sure the crystal was still in place. It was. Letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding Aerrow looked around. He was still in the bridge, only this time he was by himself. 'Odd.'
Carefully standing up he took note of what hurt and how much. He'd have Piper look at him later. Freezing when he heard a soft noise like that of rustling cloth, he quickly spun around. Reaching for his daggers Aerrow was disappointed to find that he had left them in his room. Wow that was a stupid thing to do when under attack. Actually it was a stupid thing to do no matter the situation. Back to the matter at hand, Aerrow looked around but found nothing.
He was just about to relax when he saw a shadow forming out of nowhere in the far corner. Tensing he waited to see what would happen. No way was he going to blindly charge at something he had no idea the capabilities of. No, he would leave that job to Finn.
The shadow formed into the shape of a human being (or the looks of it a least, these days you never knew what you would find). It was on the shorter side and was very slim and if Aerrow had to guess he would say that it looked female. He couldn't tell any features because they seemed to be wearing a cloak that moved like it was made of smoke.
"W-who are you?" Aerrow nearly cursed when he heard himself stutter. Now was NOT the time! The hair on the back of his neck stood on end when he heard the being cruelly chuckle. Tensing even further Aerrow couldn't help but wonder where his team was. Weren't they supposed to protect their leader at all cost? Even at the risk of their lives? Well where were they now? Where were they exclaiming their love to him and throwing their lives away to protect his own? He knew he didn't really feel like that; (in fact if he could think clearly he would have been glad that his team wasn't there right now; he would rather have himself wounded or possibly killed then any of his friends) as it was, Aerrow was starting to panic.
"That does not matter little bird, what does matter is that you have a certain picture. You have a certain picture that shouldn't exist." With that said the stranger lifted up a picture to show Aerrow. He felt his blood run cold. Quickly feeling over his heart, Aerrow hissed what he couldn't find his dearest picture. The stranger must have taken it from him. Aerrow nearly shuttered in disgust at the thought of that… being…touching his body like that. Aerrow only ever let one person do that, and he wasn't about to break that record.
"How..?"
"That is none of your concern little bird. What is your concern is that I now know your little secret. You would do well to uphold your end of the bargain. That is unless of course you want your dearest love destroyed." Aerrow froze. He could feel his blood turn to ice and his eyes widening in fear. There was only one person (he could hardly call them a person, more of a monster) who knew about that deal.
The being seem to smirk then disappear, letting the stolen picture softly float to the ground with out a care in the world. Sinking to his knees, Aerrow leaned his weight against his hands in front of him. Swallowing thickly he tried to push away the urge to throw up. Taking a few deep breaths he sighed when the feeling went away.
Fearfully looking in the corner once more, Aerrow climbed back to his feet and snatched his picture up. Quickly (but carefully) he stuffed the picture back under his uniform right above his heart. Just in time as a few moments later the doors slid open and Aerrow turned to see the faces of his worried friends.