I am pretty proud of this chapter. So uh, hope ya like it.

Disclaimer:If I owned Kingdom Hearts Roxas would be the main character. So obviously, I don't own it.

Chapter 8!

Roxas~

"Tie his hands BEHIND his back, idiot!" a rough voice growled.

"Sorry!" mumbled a somehow familiar voice.

"What exactly are we gonna do once he wakes up?"

"Shh. I told you. We test him to see if there are Jenova cells in his body, then we kill him."

"What if he doesn't have the cells?"

A pause in which I prayed the first voice would say they'd let me go.

"Mm...then we'll either kill him or recruit him."

I forced my two-ton eyelids to open, my head to raise and my brain to work.

I was surrounded by one of the strangest-looking groups ever.

To my right were a couple of guys, one kind of chubby and the other fairly small. Both had black hair. I recognized the smaller one as the assassin outside Xion's window.

To my right was a very large, muscular man with dark skin and some sort of metal contraption where his left hand should have been. Next to him was the girl that ambushed me in the woods.

Leaning against a wall was a mean looking man with choppy brown hair. He scowled at me as if I were a leather-clad hooligan about to take his daughter on a date.

And directly in front of me was a tall woman with magenta-colored hair. She had an air of regality, as if born to be a queen.

"He's awake!" announced the chubby man.

"Thank you Captain Obvious." the smaller man next to him said.

"Shut up you two!" ordered the scary looking brunette.

"We're not scared of you, Shears!" retorted Smaller.

"Oh yeah?" the man-Shears-growled. Then streaked across the room and socked Smaller in the face.

Chubby tried to defend his friend. The Cyborg laughed and ran over. A fight broke out in seconds.

The Queen pinched the bridge of her nose as if to massage away the headache that was doubtlessly plaguing her. She looked over to Attacker. "Jessie?"

The girl nodded and put two fingers in her mouth and blew. An ear-shattering whistle rang out and the fighting men fell to the floor, clutching their heads.

"Thank you." said The Queen. Jessie nodded again and backed into the wall.

"Barret! Wedge!" Cyborg and Chubby stood and walked over to the woman.

"Take...um...him to the experiment room."

I glared to show I was irritated that she didn't know my name.

Smaller opened his mouth as if to say something, but then decided against it.

Barret and Wedge walked over and untied my hands. They jerked me up and half dragged, half carried me to a door that had been positioned behind the chair.

I was pulled into a large foyer. Streaky yellow light poured through the dirty windows, to illuminate broken furniture and rubble. I tried to become a dead weight when we came to a flight of stairs, but to no avail. Cyborg-Uh Barret-simply took hold of my hood and dragged me up, with Wedge trailing behind. I was forced to stumble up to avoid being strangled by the large man. I saw the rest of their team behind Wedge, taking their own sweet time getting here.

We came to a door. It concealed a library.

And that concealed something else.

I was taken inside the room. The Queen walked past us and to a table in the middle of the room. She pressed her palm into a circular yellow pattern on the wood. The floor began to glow.

The magenta haired woman got to the wall as fast as she could.

The floor disappeared.

A blue stairway led to a blue space, I was pushed down the steps. Through another two doors and down a hall, I found myself in a large white room. There was a huge white thing in the middle of the room that looked like a closed flower. In front of it was a chair with silver straps on the arm and head rests. As well on the front legs.

I did not want to be put into that.

Barret and Wedge began pushing me towards the chair.

I called on my alleged super strength and tried to get away from my captors.

My finger tips touched the cool silver doorknob on the white door and I knew if I got past this barrier I could get to a window I saw in the library.

I could escape.

I only got as far as the door.

Somebody rammed into my side. I hit the wall hard my head slammed into the white Sheetrock. I fell to the floor, disoriented.

I saw three Shears stand over me. They reached down and grabbed a handful of my blonde hair. They dragged me to the middle of the room. Jessie and Smaller pulled me into the chair, strapping down my wrists and ankles. But they left the strap attached to the headrest undone.

My vision returned to normal and the slight nausea disappeared.

"How do we test for this sort of thing?" asked Wedge.

"Well, the number of Jenova cells are way way out numbered by normal cells," began The Queen "So we have to perform several tests."

I didn't like the word 'several' in that sentence.

"So what are we waiting for?" asked Smaller impatiently.

"DiZ! Duh!" Wedge smacked him on the back of his head. Smaller whirled around and was about to retort with his fist, but The Queen stepped between them.

"If you two get into another fight, I will test you for Jenova cells." *icy glare of pure evil*

The men gulped and backed off and I knew I was screwed.

Suddenly the door bursted open. A man in a black clock-type thing walked in. His head was wrapped in a thick layer of red bandages.

"DiZ!" exclaimed Jessie. He lifted a hand in greeting.

The man walked over to us.

"What is this?" he asked looking at me.

Smaller pulled a file from a bag that was slung across his chest.

"Mm...thought to be a SOLDIER. Must be tested to confirm," he read.

I hated everyone in the room.

"Very good. We shall begin testing now."

He walked to the wall and touched a random space. A door opened. He pulled a silver cart laden with instruments out of the opening.

DiZ pushed it over to me. "Shears. You will help." he ordered. Shears stepped over.

"I was head of torture and interrogation in the F.B.I before I was in AVALANCHE." he whispered in my ear. My eyes widened.

I was so dead.

DiZ selected a syringe and jammed it in my arm, pulling blood out. I winced.

Several capsules of blood later, DiZ picked out yet another syringe. I thought he was going to try to see just how much blood I had by taking it out, but I was mistaken.

This time, he stuck it into a little bottle of some bluish liquid, then drew it out.

Shears fastened the strap on the headrest around my neck. DiZ held his hand to my forehead, pinning my head to the chair.

He aimed the needle at my left eye. I tried to move my head to avoid the needle but his hand prevented me from doing so.

"What is that for?" someone asked. I was too terrified to try and pin the voice.

"We will be able to get a very good result with this experiment. If it is a SOLDIER, nothing should happen. If not,"

He smirked.

"It will go blind."

I was so mad. He kept calling me an 'it'. He loved my terror I could tell. I wanted to break out of that thing and pummel the man.

In my rage, I forgot all about the needle coming towards my eye.

It pierced my pupil and the pain was overwhelming. I opened my mouth to scream even though I couldn't. And that made it all the more painful.

DiZ finally pulled the syringe out, leaving my eye aching terribly.

He stood aside. Shears moved in front of me and stared into my eye.

He covered my right eye with his hand and held up three finger.

"How many fingers am I holding up?"

I played dumb, figuring that was the only way to escape.

I squinted and shrugged. Then held up five fingers.

"He doesn't know!" the brunette man exclaimed.

"So we were mistaken?" asked The Queen.

"I guess the girl was the SOLDIER." shrugged Smaller.

"We can't be sure." DiZ said "We have to test the blood as well," he reminded them.

My blood boiled. I was angry. But then confused.

Why had they killed Kairi without testing her? Why had they kidnapped me? Why not just kill me?

Jessie undid the straps that held me in place. The second I was free, I threw her against the wall. I held my hand against her neck, pinning her to the wall.

She gasped and clawed at my hand but she was no match for my strength.

"Put her down!" commanded The Queen, as if I was one of her loyal subjects.

I shook my head and tightened my grip. I didn't want to kill this girl, but if that's what it took to get answers...

I would kill anybody.

"What do you want?" asked Wedge in a shaky voice.

"He can't talk, idiot." Smaller said in an equally scared voice.

I mouthed the words 'Do what I say or she dies.'

The Queen glared at me. Then a look of defeat took over her face.

"Fi-"

"Kill her then. She's worthless anyway." DiZ said dismissively.

I couldn't believe it. She was part of his team. But he called her worthless?

I felt something wet on my hand. I turned and saw Jessie was crying.

Was it because she was about to die?

"H-he's right." she managed.

I was stunned.

She believed that jerk?

I couldn't kill her.

I relinquished my grip on Jessie's neck. She fell to the floor, choking and panting.

I walked away from the wall, to DiZ. Glaring, I turned and put my hands behind my head in surrender. Wedge came behind me, forcing me to my knees and tying my hands.

Jessie~

He held me to the wall. My lungs screamed for the air this boy was depriving me of.

His eyes held anger. Directed at me and the rest of AVALANCHE.

I deserved his anger.

"Kill her then. She's worthless anyway."

Worthless? I couldn't believe it! Who was he to say that?

But then I realized it was true. I had allowed myself to get in this position, which was a big mistake.

I began to cry when a voice in my head corrected me.

'You didn't make a mistake; you are a mistake.' it whispered.

The blonde turned when he felt my tears slip of my face and onto his hand.

"H-he's right." I sobbed, mostly to myself.

My vision began to darken.

He stared at me in shock, then blinked and let go of me.

I fell to the ground, choking as I tried to get air back into my body.

I looked up at the boy as he walked over to DiZ. Then he turned so his back was to the man. He put his hands behind his head.

DiZ smirked. He gestured and Wedge rushed over. He pushed the blonde to his knees and tied his hands behind his back.

The boy raised his head. The look on his face haunted me for the rest of my life.

It was a look that said 'This is your fault.'