Broken
...Sixth Part: Krad...
"The first thing I need from you is a description," Satoshi said, sitting on a chair across from me. He was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, studying me with intense cerulean eyes.
Dark sat down next to me, crossing his legs one over the other. Daisuke was perched on the arm on the couch on the thief's other side. They all waited for me to speak.
"He had rough, calloused hands," I began, shuddering. My face scrunched up in disgust even before the words were out. That was what I remembered the most vividly about him.
. . .
"He's waking up," someone – a female voice – whispered. It wasn't one I recognized.
My back of my skull throbbed painfully. I tried to open my eyes.
I heard the footsteps of another being approach me. They weren't wearing shoes; the sound was too soft.
Another voice – this time male – spoke. "I wonder who he is," it said sadly.
Finally, I managed to get my eyes open and sat up to find a man and a woman sitting on the floor next to me. Another girl was huddled in the corner of the room. "What's your name?" she asked in a high, airy voice. She had long, white-blond hair that framed her shoulders and glassy honey-brown eyes. There were bruises and puffy red blotches all over her pale skin – her very naked, pale skin – and was bleeding from a cut that stretched across the bridge of her nose.
"Where the hell am I!?" I demanded.
The other woman sitting next to me lowered her wavy brunette head to stare down at the cold, concrete flooring. "We don't know," she said meekly.
"What's your name?" the airy-voiced girl insisted on knowing.
"Krad," I stated, examining the room for a possible way out. There was one window, but it was walled off with more concrete, and there was a door.
"I'm Hoshiko," she told me.
I didn't acknowledge her, busy calculating the strength of the demure grey walls.
"You can't get out," Hoshiko said. Her voice was eerily calm. It was dead; hopeless.
"We've tried," the man confirmed. This one was tall and slender, with broad shoulders but a weak posture. His hair was also blond, though darker than mine.
I began to see a pattern in these people... but the brunette threw me off.
. . .
"And...?" Satoshi almost looked impatient. I shook my head to clear the memory I'd slipped into and Dark rested his hand on my leg.
"They're probably going to need more to go off of than his hands, Krad." I pushed his hand away uneasily.
"Although, that does narrow down the search a bit," Satoshi explained. "Calloused hands could be an indicator that he does some kind of heavy labor... But I still do need more."
Sighing, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate, though I really did not want to.
The air froze as we all heard the lock on the door unlatch, and we watched, huddled together as the handle twisted. I gripped someone's hand as it opened, and the monster keeping us there stepped into the room. He looked angry.
Towering above us – he would have even if we weren't on the floor; about 6 feet or so in height – he glared down at his stolen possessions, looking us each over, one by one, with ugly grey eyes that almost matched the concrete room.
His arm extended and he bent over, reaching for me. I put my arms up to block his hand, but he only grabbed my wrist and yanked, pulling me away from my company and literally dragging me away. As much as I hated that small, isolated room, it was better than being on this side of the door.
He hauled me over to a makeshift table and shoved me backward onto it, twisting my arm before he let go of my wrist. I tried not to cry out, but I did. I couldn't help it. I was terrified.
"Krad! Snap out of it!" Dark said, snapping his fingers in front of my face to bring me out of my now wide-eyed trance. My face itched from salty trails where tears had begun to act up on me again, so I rubbed them away with my sleeve.
"Sorry," I whispered, almost inaudibly. I looked back over to Satoshi, who seemed mildly perplexed. "He was at least six feet tall," I recalled; "broad, strong..." I shuddered again. "He looked to be somewhere in his late forties, I think... and his hair was graying."
Satoshi nodded. "That definitely gives us something to go off of..." he considered.
"I think we were in a basement," I noted. "He kept us in a room made completely out of concrete."
Satoshi thought on the new information for a moment before standing up. "I should go," he said. "Thanks... for your help, Krad."
I managed a small smile, but I don't think the change was great enough to notice. It faded almost instantly, however, when a new thought crossed my mind. "You didn't report me missing."
Satoshi sighed deeply. He was arguing with himself about something, I could tell. "That's because..."
"You don't have to say it, Satoshi," Dark interrupted. "...I think he knows."
He never missed me. No one did. They were probably happy I was gone. Yes, I knew...
As the door closed behind Satoshi, I turned to Dark, looking right into his deep violet eyes, searching for something. I found conflict in him, too. And I saw... sadness, I think.
"I'm sorry," he apologized softly. And as something squeezed my hand, I realized he actually meant it.