"I was promised money if I can smuggle you to a certain someone. I was not told why they needed you, or if they need you at all. They gave me a picture of you, and told me you have irregular red eyes. Those were my only means of identification." Dirk explained with Dave sitting next to him, listening closely. "Who was th-" The blonde was about to say something when he was silenced by Dirk. "Questions at the end. Let's stay systematic." Dave frowned, but complied, he had to play along if he wanted to be in the loop of the situation.
"Anyways." Dirk continued. "Because I needed the money, I agreed. It took me over a week to find you strolling merrily about the town. From there on, I followed you back home, where I knocked you out cold, and dragged you to the designated meeting point." Dirk took a pause to breathe, and let the information sink in. "But then the bastard told me there was no money to begin with, and I instantly felt regret and anger. Because I don't know why they needed you, I wasn't about to let them have you." He finished, and nodded to Dave.
"It's suspicious how you changed your mind so quickly about the situation." Claimed Dave, and Dirk shook his head. "No surprise there, like I said, I wasn't stoked about kidnapping you, but I dint-" "You didn't have a choice, yes, I know!" Dave interrupted. "What choice? Why do you need the money so badly?"
Dirk kept quiet, not sure whether to say it or not. He lingered over the thought for a while, until Dave had enough of waiting. "I AM ENTITLED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING O-" Dirk stood up. "MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND IS IN A HOSPITAL AND I NEED TO PAY THE MOTHERFUCKING BILLS! GOT THAT?"
Dave was surprised at the outburst this time around. He didn't think of this possibility why Dirk would need the money. Dave just assumed that the man wanted to be rich. But to help out his lover?
"Sorry." This time the apology was genuine, and Dirk could feel it. "Yeah." Was all he said.
After a pause, Dave spoke up again. "So why just not let me go? There is no reward for my head, it'd be better to let go and find other means of gathering money." Dirk disagreed. "No." He walked over to a window, and parted the blinds to look out. "It's too late. I dragged you in this, the company is after you and me. If they catch me, I'll be forced to kill you. The same goes for you. If they catch you, they'll force you to kill me." Dave cursed to himself, and repeatedly punched the bed.
A suffocating silence followed. Dave couldn't take it, and broke the ice. "So who's this company anyways? Who hired you, and how are you connected to them?" He asked and Dirk shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure. I was proposed a good deal in an alley by one of the Zodiacs. You know, the infamous gang?" Dave nodded, many knew of the Zodiacs. "I think it was the Libra, she knew how to fuck with my mind. Flipping a coin and all that shit." He spat in disgust. "She took me to a building, where I met with this big guy, he called himself Caliborn or some bullshit like that."
Dave cringed at the mention of the name, but it went by unnoticed by Dirk, who continued to talk. "It seemed as if he was the big guy, brains of it all. But he wasn't part of the Zodiacs. Almost as if he bought them out." Dirk rubbed the back of his neck. "He mentioned the name of his company... What was it?"
"The Cherub?" The words rolled bitterly from Dave's tongue, and Dirk recognized them immediately. "Yeah! That's it!" He turned to face Dave. "How do you know?" He asked, and waited for an answer patiently.
"I, uh..." He hesitated, staring down at his hands. "I might have taken back what belonged to my bro once, without their approval." Explained Dave, and it all became clear to Dirk. "So you stole from them?" Dave shrugged but nodded. "I wouldn't really call it like that, but it was mine to begin with!"
"Didn't you say it was your bro's?" Dirk smiled cockily, and Dave countered. "But he's my bro, what belonged to him, belongs to me!" Dirk sat back down on the bed and reviewed the situation. "Okay. So you stole whatever from Caliborn. He got mad, and ordered the Zodiacs to find you, and that's where I come in." Dave nodded, agreeing. "Pretty much."
"So..." Dave started. "What do we do now? Since we can't part ways until all this bullshit is over." Dirk only shook his head. "I wish I could answer, but I don't know." He brushed his hand through his golden locks, and faced the ceiling. "All I can think of is fight. We go there, and we fight against the Zodiacs and Caliborn. We have no other way." Dave wasn't stoked about Dirk's plan. "What about police? The FBI?" He proposed, but the idea was quickly scratched. "No. The pigs will throw us behind the bars with them. We can't turn to the police."
As much as Dave didn't want to admit it, Dirk was right. But what if there's a chance?
"Before we do anything, I still want to get my shades back, as well as pay a little visit to my house." Said Dave, and after a long and deep sigh, Dirk finally gave in. "Yeah, whatever you say lil man."
"Thanks."
"No problem."