Chapter 5
When the next guard came by it was the guy with the lizard tattoo. Prompto was ready by the bars at the end of the cell when he came with some more water and bread.
"Hey," Prompto said at the cells door, his voice was in a bit of a whisper, but it was loud enough for the guy on the other side to hear. He put down the food.
"Well seems someone's awake," he answered cheekily.
Prompto only offered a fake frown. "Look buddy," Prompto said.
"It's Aizen," he answered.
Prompto frowned. "Well Aizen, listen I want you to get me out of this cell."
"And why would I do that," he responded.
Prompto looked back at the prince, showing the guard a look of disgust. "You can't expect me to stay in the same room as the spoiled prince." Prompto gave off a loud sigh. "I hear it in your guy's voices, the accent you're from Nifilhiem."
The man Aizen look a little surprised by Prompto's observation. "What of it," he said.
Prompto grabbed for his wrist subconsciously. "Well your leader, the guy with crimson hair. I think I have some information that might prove useful to him." Prompto lifted up his wrist, the mark unnatural on his skin under his wristband. "Don't you hear it in my voice to," Prompto said quietly.
Aizen look a little suspicious at first, though after a few seconds contemplating he decided to open the cell door. "Alright, I'll let you talk to him."
He reached into his pocket and grabbed the key. He unlocked the cell door. Prompto stepped through, where he was now inches away from the key and their ticket out. But yet when Prompto went to walk with the man Prompto felt the kick of something in his gut.
The man Aizen kicked Prompto in the stomach sending him back against the bars, and sending all new pain signals up to his head.
"Prompto!" Noctis said from inside rushing to come to his aid. Aizen shut the bars on the cell before Noctis had a chance to escape.
Prompto had gotten the wind knocked out of him, and as he tried to find his airways back he felt the next punch incoming as he was sent to the floor. Aizen walked over and stepped on Prompto's arm sending pain through to the bone. Prompto cried out.
"Don't think you can fool me in that preppy uniform of yours," Aizen said, crushing further into the skin of Prompto.
"Stop!" Noctis cried. "What are you doing, he's got nothing to do with this, right."
Aizen frowned. "Wrong, he got caught up in our mess; it's his own fault for following you."
Aizen lifted his leg, leaving Prompto with some breathing room, but sending shivers down Noctis's spine. "Well don't worry, it's not like you'll need the arm in a few hours," he said as if trying to comfort Prompto.
Prompto coughed a little, his head moving to the side and his eyes feeling the pressure push down on them.
"Hey Prompto," Noct shouted. "It's going to be okay." He tried to make his words sound comforting from behind the bars, but he was unable to reach the poor blonde hair boy from the distance he was at.
Aizen picked up Prompto by the tips of his hair.
"Aizen," Crimson said coming from the corner.
"Sir," Aizen replied dropping Prompto.
Prompto landed with a thud, his voice making a muffled sound as he landed on his bad arm.
"Are you not being a bit rude to our guest?"
Aizen clicked his tongue.
"He wanted to meet with you, but it was probably some trick, sir."
Crimson looked Prompto over, he was holding his arm in a strange position, and his nose was bleeding a bit, maybe from the impact of the punch.
Prompto got a hold of his breathing, trying to shake off the pain flowing through his whole body. It didn't help that his eyes had so many black spots it was hard for him to concentrate.
"I think I might like to hear what he has to say," Crimson said a bit of humour in his voice. "Bring him to the common room."
Prompto spits at the floor, blood in his saliva.
"Hey Noct…" Prompto muttered, his voice quiet.
Prompto gripped the key in his good hand, knowing the moment that Aizen had come forward had been enough for him to grab the key—he knew he'd always been one for nimble fingers, but now he understood for real how useful the skill was. How growing up where he did and made an impact.
Prompto backed into the bars, pretending to struggle as he found his ground to stand. His good hand passed the key to Noctis, who grabbed it without incident.
It was seconds later before Prompto was grabbed by the tips of his blonde hair again by Aizen.
"Come on pretty boy," he said rudely as he starts dragging Prompto to follow Crimson.
Noctis was left with the key now that Prompto had basically sacrificed himself to get.
One chapter left guys, I'll upload it either tomorrow or the next day. Sorry the fic has been so short, but don't worry I have plans to write a few more FF XV ones :D (plus once I'm done school end of April I'll have all of summer to write more)
