Alright, I like to keep the stuff at the start short, so all my author comments will be at the end. This is here in case you were inclined to not listen to the warning at the start of the last chapter. The trigger content starts this chapter. That is if the abduction last chapter didn't get you already. You have been warned.

Also, graphic violence and adult theme warning. Seriously. In case you're unprepared for what comes next, don't say I didn't warn you.

Thud... Thud... Thud. Sora's pacing beat out a marching drumbeat on the wooden floor of the apartment. He tried to distract himself, tried to concentrate, tried to do anything to keep his mind off his worries. Kairi was late. Far too late. He once more tried to convince himself that she was simply out a bit late and would walk through the door at any moment. He'd tried calling her, and her phone had rung out. Seven times. Sora liked to think of himself as a calm, reasonable individual. But tonight he was two people, one a panicky, scared man in denial and the other a cold voice in the back of his head ripping the first man's arguments to shreds.

"It's nothing to worry about, she's been late before," But she always called.

"She could be out with her friends," She would have called.

"She could have gone shopping," And she's still out at 10:30? You and I know something is very wrong here. Panic little man, bad things are happening.

Sora found the couch through a dark haze, and sat down. Head in his hands he wanted to cry. In a desperate effort to distract himself from a growing sense of despair and powerlessness he turned on the TV. It opened straight on to a romantic comedy. Eyes burning he flipped the channel and got the news. That industry standard same-feel guy who reads for every channel, with his industry specified haircut and industry specified solemn look on his face was talking in industry specified tones about a murder, no wait a suicide. Some cop by the name of Vincent Valentine. Apparently he'd been a hero, decorated for his efforts in saving he city from a serial-something or other. Several old photos were shown featuring Vincent and a bunch of other cops. Then they brought in a man identified as the chief of police, Mickey King. Try as he might, Sora just couldn't get into the tragedy vibe largely due to his own worries. It was weird that a simple suicide was receiving so much attention though. This got him thinking about what he could do. And Kairi. And all the bad things that could be happening to her. And despair just sunk in deeper. He tried to think of something to do. Which he quickly surmised as sit around and be helpless. He couldn't even call the police yet. It was too early. Then he decided he would go looking. He didn't hold much hope, but it was better than doing nothing. He flicked off the TV just as it was showing a photograph of handsome man in his late 30's with brown hair and a scar across his face. The face dissolved into black as Sora bolted out the door, not even thinking of locking it.

It would be a long, sleepless, frustrating night for Sora.

"I can't believe he's back."

Leon had been dragged outside at sometime during his brief sojourn in the land of the unconscious. He'd awoken on a stretcher, to Mickey's concerned face watching over him.

Things felt grim indeed. When he'd fainted, he'd been tormented by visions of burning tarot cards. In particular the hanged man wouldn't leave him alone. At least he didn't have to worry about drowning. The very thought of it brought a sad half-smile to his face.

"We got him before Leon, we can do it again," Mickey said in his best reassuring chief impersonation.

"Did we? Last time I seem to recall he had the last laugh," A grimace stole briefly over Mickey's face.

"Yeah I know, I was hoping you didn't though."

"I never left that warehouse boss, part of me burns there every night."

Mickey just looked uncomfortable, the older man knew of Leon's problems. He'd requisitioned every possible form of treatment. But what Leon had been through would have killed a lesser man. In then end all Mickey could do for him was let him work. Leon had always been motivated, but since that fateful day he's been driven like there was a demon on heels. In a way there was.

These days Leon worked so he wouldn't have to think, and he was damn good at what he did. But these days, Leon could never do enough. And he had no-one. He'd bordered on being a hermit back when he had Vince as well. Who knew how he'd get on now.

An uncomfortable silence fell between Trinity City's last hero and the only man he trusted. An eternity and several seconds later, Leon spoke.

"Chief, I want to go after him, I want revenge." There was steel in Leon's voice.

"Leon, you're the only one that can get near him now and he knows it, I could throw every one else in my command at him and all I'd get is the media up my arse and a lot of happy funeral directors. I just don't want you hurting yourself. You need someone to reign you in and I've got a someone in mind. I don't care if you like it, do it for me. I'm not trying to replace Vince, no-one could, but you need someone nearby to prevent you from getting yourself killed."

Leon spluttered a few times during the talk, but in the end agreed with the chief. And he didn't want to fight the only person he had left. He wanted revenge. Not just for Vince, for Zack and Aerith, for Cloud, for Seph. He was all that was left to see it through.

Mickey surmised from his expression his opinion on the matter, "Glad you agree, you start tomorrow."

"No, chief, I'm staring right now," Purpose coursed through Leon's veins. He had to do something, and he had to do it now.

"I had a feeling you'd say that," Mickey shook his head slowly. Whether it came from sadness or pride, Leon had no idea.

When Kairi awoke, it was to a feeling of drowsiness. It wore off far faster than she would have liked it to. Her first thought was that her surroundings did not offer much hope for the immediate future. She was in a cell. That much was obvious. The cell was lit by a flickering light bulb. There was no pattern to when it flickered either. This light was both quite annoying and not as illuminating as her other discoveries.

She also knew she was in a basement. The stone walls and obvious floor support beams above told her so. She was as sure of it as she was of the hard concrete beneath her feet. She couldn't leave, that much was clear as well. She could see a stairway out, but it was separated from her by a locked chain link cage. And when she tried to cross the room to investigate, she was stopped by a sudden pull on her neck that choked her. When she stepped back a bit a looked down two very important discoveries arose, the first being that whoever was keeping her had put her in a collar. It seemed to be a red, leather band around her neck. The choke was supplied by a chain attached to the collar, which was locked to a ring by a padlock. And the ring was hammered into the wall securely, or maybe even set into it during construction.

Her second discovery on looking down told her everything she didn't already know about her captor's motives. She was stripped bare. A shiver ran down her spine that wasn't just the temperature. Though the temperature definitely did not help. It was just cold enough in the cell to be uncomfortable. Her captor had left her some basic necessities at least. Her chain gave her enough room that she had the run of about half the rectangular room, leaving the padlocked cage door tantalisingly out of reach. But within reach, in one corner was a bowl containing water. It was a dog's bowl, but at least it held water. Next to it was a matching food dish containing what looked like dog food. Initially the thought of eating it repulsed her but she suspected it was all she would get. And she had no idea how long she'd be here. In the other corner was an empty bucket and a newspaper. The bucket she figured out and used almost immediately, albeit uncomfortably. The newspaper took her a bit longer to work out. It was in another language, possibly Mandarin, so she couldn't even read it to alleviate the boredom. And in between was a dingy looking foam mattress with a blanket that looked like it wouldn't even cover her body. It was here she eventually settled back to the wall, knees pulled up to her chest, wondering what and when her captor was going to do to her. She didn't have to wait long to find out. Unfortunately.

About an hour after Kairi had awoken, she heard loud footfall overhead. Whoever has got me is finally here, She thought and not without trepidation. Imagining what her captors wanted had been tearing her apart. To her it seemed that knowing your going to be raped was worse than actually being raped. And the fact there was hope made it many times worse. As long as her captor's intentions remained unannounced she was free to pretend in her heart of hearts that they wanted her for money, or for interrogation. It didn't ring particularly true, especially since they had taken her clothes. But it was some comfort, probably more destructive than helpful but it couldn't be shut out. Quick footsteps on the stairs. She had decided she was going to be aggressive. Try and startle them out of their train of thought. She prepared herself mentally for the biggest, ugliest thing that could possibly come down the stairs. She would soon understand that she was caught in an evil trap indeed.

A figure came down the stairs, black boots, black pants, black jacket, black shirt, white tie. She couldn't yet see their face, but his choice of dress chilled her. A thought occurred to her, why would he/she/it dress up if it was just going to rape her? The important part of this outfit escaped her until later. And then it emerged into the cage, she stood and took a few tentative steps towards the cage entrance. And she had an irrational spike of mirth when she saw the not-face looking back. They had a mask on. A smiley face mask. The façade of the mask was a cheerful yellow colour, with a curved, black line smile painted on beneath the eyes. It was both hilarious and unnerving. There was a click as the cage unlocked. She steeled herself to attack.

"What do you want with me?" She demanded. The smiler seemed not to hear and started towards her. She stood her ground.

"Why have you taken me?" She yelled at the advancing horror. It continued towards her unperturbed.

As the masked person stepped toe-to-toe with her, she figured out they were about a head and a half taller than her. She opened her mouth one last time, and in a small voice squeaked out,

"What do you want?" And that was all she managed, before a stinging backhanded slap to her right cheek snapped her head right around. She squealed in pain. He body turned halfway around from the force of the blow. Another sharp, forceful blow that felt boot shaped caught her in the back and she went sprawling to her hand and knees before her captor. He felt the figure drop to their knees behind her, and then she heard what she had been dreading, what she had known but had denied was coming. It was all the worse for the denial. She heard the undoing of a zipper. Her blood suddenly turned to ice. She tried to protest but she seemed to temporarily have lost her voice, all she could manage was to croak out, "No...".

When he took her that first time, it was without ceremony or emotion. Without gloating and in fact without conversation. He thrust into her, all business. She croaked out a stream of "No, please, no, no" and other such inconsequentialities to such a man as the one she found herself at the mercy of. She definitely now knew the thing behind her was male, though she severely doubted it's humanity And he predictably ignored her. He refused to respond to her in any way. In that opening slap he had broken all the fight in her. Later, she wouldn't be able to remember much. Right now, it felt like it was happening to another impossibly red-headed girl and not to her. Not his painful intrusion, nor his hand entwined in her hair cruelly yanking it back. Or his hated, disgusting hand on her breast. She wouldn't remember any of it later.

Except for one thing. It was the moment he left her alone. He had finished his dark deed by filling her with his demonic, evil heat. When he was done pumping her full of his hated seed, he withdrew and left with the same determination and unerring purpose with which he had arrived. All she would remember for the longest time was croaking out one last "Why?" Before his footfalls faded up the stairs leaving her broken, crying and bleeding to draw herself into the foetal position and throw up all over the floor.

Foreshadowing, angst and pain. A few of my favourite writing tools.

Look, I know it's a full week since Chapter 1. I did warn you. I've been busy. Regardless, I apologise for the wait, but can't promise it won't happen again. Ensuring a time interval for my writing is beyond my capabilities for now.

On a note that every fan fiction author can identify with, I know that one very vague chapter isn't much to go on and I'm giving nothing about the scope of this story away, but I really would like to know what someone thinks of the damn story. A review would be nice, even if it's to tell me I'm being a pompous git.

Oh and if you're here to rage because I failed to warn you about the rape. I did, that was the trigger warning. If you ignored both of those, plus the one in the summary, you don't have a leg to stand on.

So, read, review and most importantly: Enjoy!

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