Breanne shoved Vincent through the door, sending him sprawling into a chair, then onto the ground. She glared at him before slamming the door behind her.
"Ah, Radwan, what are you doing here?" Her lips twitched into a smirk, and she put her hands on her hips.
Radwan simply scowled. "What are you thinking?" He snapped at her, "You kidnapped him in broad daylight! They know what you look like! They'll find you!"
Breanne waved a hand at him dismissively, "Oh please, Radwan, none of that will matter when Ganondorf comes back." She told him with a snicker, "Is the ritual ready?"
Radwan folded his arms, glaring down at her. "My daughter and that boy aren't-"
"That boy and your daughter mean nothing." Breanne's look hardened, "You will not stand in my way of bringing the Thief King back, Radwan."
"We had a deal!" Radwan snapped at her.
"You cannot stop me from doing this- you were simply brought here to provide us with money and resources." Breanne snapped at him, glancing down at Vincent, "Now get the damn ritual ready before I kill you myself."
Radwan swallowed hard, still glaring down at Breanne. "Of course, ma'am." He muttered angrily, turning and walking out of another door to the house.
Breanne turned her attention back to Vincent, who was now unconscious on the floor, having broke through the chair she threw him at. She sighed, shaking her head before walking around him and behind her desk. "Soon, very soon, and Ganon shall be back..." She said to herself, pulling a key from around her neck and unlocking a drawer of the desk. "Radwan better not do anything stupid, otherwise I might just have to dispose of him myself..." She glanced back as a shadow passed the windows and grew suspicious; no one knew where they were, and no one ever came around this alley. She flew out from behind the desk and to the door, flinging it open to see no one was even in the alley.
It couldn't be. She scowled, "My eyes are not playing tricks on me." She hissed to herself, slowly unsheathing her sword.
Vincent stirred on the ground behind her, his eyes darting behind closed eyelids; there was someone leaning over him, though he didn't know who. Had he been rescued from the old woman? His eyes slowly fluttered open, and he saw a pair of bright red eyes staring back at him. He yelped and scrambled backwards, his head throbbing.
"Wow, this kid looks older then fourteen, if you ask me."
Breanne whirled around, sword pointed out in front of her. "Who-"
"Damn, you got old." The figure turned to look at Breanne, a frown on his face.
Breanne blinked her eyes a few times, then shook her head. "What the hell?" She frowned, still pointing her sword at the man.
"Oh, you still have a terrible mouth." The figure sighed, standing up and brushing the dust of his black tunic, "What sort of welcome is that, anyways? No hug? Nothing? Just a 'what the hell'?" He chuckled before turning to her with a distraught face, "Breanne, I'm hurt."
Breanne growled, "And what are you doing here?" She snapped.
"Wow, you got bitchy with your old age, didn't you?" The man sneered.
"I'M NOT OLD!" Breanne yelled at him, "What are you doing here!" She repeated angrily.
"Ganon heard someone is petitioning to bring him back, per say." The man folded his arms and chuckled, "So he used what little power he had to send me here, my dear."
Breanne scowled, sheathing her sword cautiously. "Oh joy," She said sarcastically.
"What? Are you angry because I haven't aged at all, dear?" The man turned to look back at Vincent, "Anyways, is this the kid? He's... younger, then I expected."
"You just said he looked older then fourteen!" Breanne barked.
"Yeah, but I can change my mind." The man said flatly, bending down to be at eye level with Vincent. "Hello there, boy, whats your name?" He asked with a smile.
Vincent swallowed hard, eyes darting from Breanne to the man and back again, "Uh... um... V-Vincent," He stuttered.
"Well, nice to meet you, Vincent." The man said happily, "Excuse my partner for acting so cruel to you, she can be a real bitch sometimes."
"Dark," Breanne yelled, slamming the door, "What the hell!"
Dark turned to looked at her with a smirk, "I speak the truth, my dear." He said with a laugh, then looked back at Vincent, "I hope you don't mind us... borrowing you for a while- you see, we need you to achieve something great."
"I heard... you wanted to bring Ganondorf back..." Vincent said slowly.
"You heard correctly, then." Dark stood up, "I won't lie and say its for the greater good," He turned to look at Breanne, "Why do you intend to bring Ganondorf back, anyways?"
"To hell with you," Breanne snapped at him, walking around to her desk, "I won't tell you anything."
"Oh, such piercing words," Dark said mockingly, "No wonder you're single."
"I'm 55, Dark, I don't care for romance anymore." Breanne snapped at him, sitting down behind the desk.
Dark rolled his eyes, "You are never too old for romance." He said flatly, looking back down at Vincent, "When will the ritual start?"
"That fool Radwan is taking care of it." Breanne replied, "He'll inform me when it is done."
"Alright then," Dark pulled Vincent up, looking to see they were about the same height. "Well,"
Breanne chuckled, looking at the two, "You could be brothers, if not for your red eyes and the fact that you're an ass, and he isn't."
Dark sent a quick glare at her, "Come, Vincent, lets go out on the town." He said with a grin.
"W-what," Breanne bolted up, slamming her hands down on the desk, "You can't take him out there! I just kidnapped him, for heaven's sakes!" She exclaimed.
"Well, come with us if you're so worried," Dark told her, "I want Ganon back to, so its not like I'll help him escape your clutches."
Breanne sighed, thinking it over for a moment. "Tch, I guess I'll supervise you two idiots." She muttered angrily.
"Then its settled! Lets go!" Dark grinned and grabbed Vincent by the wrist, pulling him out of the house.
Breanne lifted the hood of her cloak up and closed her cloak around her, quickly following the two.
"Alistair!" Marie came flying into the house, tears streaming down her face. "Alistair!" She yelled frantically, shaking.
Alistair and Gerlinde came rushing down the staircase to see Marie in hysterics, "What is it, mother?" Alistair asked frantically, rushing up to her.
"V-Vincent... was..." She broke out into a sob and fell to her knees, burying her face in her hands.
Alistair bent down, putting his hand on her back and looking at her worriedly, "Vincent was what?" He asked, now growing panicked.
"Someone... took him," Marie explained between sobs, trying to calm herself down. "They said... something about..."
Alistair's eyes widened, "Someone took Vincent!" He exclaimed.
"They said... it was something about... Ganondorf," Marie looked up at him, tears still streaming down her face, "It was... some old woman," She sniffed.
Alistair stood up, clenching his fists, "Don't worry, mother, I'll go find him." He growled, running back upstairs to retrieve his sword.
Gerlinde glanced back nervously as Alistair ran back upstairs before moving over to comfort Marie, "Its alright, Marie, I'm sure Alistair will find Vincent safe and sound." She told her, bending down and rubbing her back.
Alistair flew back down holding a cloak and his sword, "I'll go find him, mother, don't worry!" He yelled, running out and towards the market district.
Marie frowned, "I'm... sure he will..." She said quietly as Gerlinde helped her to her feet.
"Come, allow me to escort you to your room." Gerlinde said, helping her walk up the stairs.
"In the market! Dark, I just kidnapped the boy, someone is bound to recognize him!" Breanne hissed quietly, following closely after Dark and Vincent.
"Calm yourself, woman." Dark snapped back at her, "I'll make sure no one sees the boy,"
"How," Breanne asked angrily.
"Just trust me and shut up, you're causing a scene." Dark glared back at her.
Vincent swallowed hard, glancing at the two as the fought; he needed to get away from them, and the market district was the perfect place to do it, seeing how crowded it was. All he needed was a time when they both weren't looking, and then he would be home free. By this time, his mother had probably told Alistair or the guards about his kidnapping, so they would surely find him soon enough. He let out a sigh of relief and turned his attention to the ground.
"Do you mind informing me as to why a teenager is the perfect candidate to bring the King of Thieves back?" Dark asked, looking back at Vincent.
"Its his soul," Breanne replied, "Its extraordinarily powerful and strong enough to withstand the ritual, unlike the others."
"You've tried the ritual before?" Dark asked.
"We had to pinpoint the correct age group in which the correct soul would lie, so we gathered test subjects..." Breanne glanced away, "It was quite horrid, if I remember correctly," She smirked back at Vincent, "Hopefully he won't have the same result."
"How do you know its him?" Dark asked with a frown.
"He fits the description," Breanne replied with a laugh, "And if it doesn't work, the Rafferty family is one step closer to gaining the throne. Its a win-win for everyone!"
"The Rafferty?" Dark asked, puzzled.
"Oh right, you don't know anything about whats currently happening..." Breanne sighed and folded her arms. "The Princess died a few months back and left no heirs to the throne, so the two high nobles are now fighting to claim it." She told him, "The Rafferty is one of them and the Cousland, this boy being one of them, is the other."
Dark nodded, putting his hand on the boy's shoulders, "You have any sisters, boy?" He grinned.
"Dark," Breanne barked, slapping the back of his head, "He only has a brother, anyways!"
"But the Rafferty has a daughter," Vincent said quickly, glancing at Dark, "She's quite beautiful, in fact, my brother is infatuated with her."
"I think I'd like to meet this girl," Dark grinned.
"She's an idiot," Breanne muttered.
"Those are the best kind!" Dark exclaimed, laughing.
Breanne growled, "You are such an ass," She hissed angrily glancing back at Vincent. She was worried; she didn't want to be here, out in the open, with the boy she had just kidnapped. He wasn't even in a disguise! His brother, or a guard, was going to see them and they would be done for, sitting in prison for the rest of their lives.
Dark and Vincent maneuvered through the crowd, growing farther and farther from Breanne. She watched with a scowl, unable to catch up, as they disappeared into the large crowd.
"This was his plan all along, wasn't it?" She hissed angrily, spotting a familiar boy pushing through the crowd frantically. "Alistair," She muttered angrily, pulling the hood over her face just incase he knew what she looked like; obviously he missed Dark and Vincent, which was a good thing, and was still searching for him. She laughed to herself, amused by his misfortune, and turned to head back to her home; she had to make sure Radwan wasn't going to do anything stupid, and she had to retrieve that object from her desk drawer.
"You know we ditched your friend," Vincent said, looking at Dark.
"Pfft, she's not my friend," Dark said flatly, "At least not anymore- besides, she's a stick in the mud! We don't need that, especially when this is your last day to live, kid." He looked down, grinning at Vincent's horrified expression. "Uh, you didn't know about the ritual being fatal? Ah, poor you, no one ever gets told what they're getting into when they get kidnapped." He shook his head and sighed, "But since this is your last day, we can do whatever you want, just say the word."
Vincent looked down at the ground, eyes wide, as they walked through the crowd. His... last day? He only wanted one thing to do if it was his last day; he wanted to see his family, but he doubted this man would let him go do it. /Ah, its worth a shot.../ He thought before looking back at Dark. "C-can I... tell my family goodbye?" He asked slowly.
Dark grinned; he had expected this response. "Of course," He replied, patting Vincent on the back, "Its perfectly fine with me!" His grin formed into a smirk; this kid had no idea he was a shadow, and therefore could pop up and stop him from running at any time. This would be perfect, too, getting the family all worked up and watching them try to get all the information out of him. He could picture it; him beginning to tell them what was happening and who had kidnapped him, only for Dark to appear and take him away it again. It would be lovely. "Take me to your house, kid, and I'll let you say your goodbyes."
Vincent blinked; was he dreaming? "O-Okay," He muttered, turning and heading towards his house. Was the man this stupid, letting him see his family? He wouldn't follow him in, and of course Vincent would tell everyone what they were doing and who they were. He would be arrested right there and then, along with everyone else involved. He smiled slightly, happy that he would finally be able to get out of this hell.
"And make it fast, kid," Dark then frowned, "I don't want any guards coming to 'case the joint'." He chuckled.
Vincent nodded slowly, "Of... course."