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Dark Reflections: Chapter Six: The Second Kidnapping

Sheik's POV:

My fists are clenched as I stand in the elevator. The numbers on the screen keep rising as I near his apartment. My veins are pumping with fury, anger boiling in my very blood. How could he do this to me? We've been best friends since the first week of high school when I rescued him from a locker that Groose and his bunch of cronies locked him in. Not only that, but I did the same thing every single week until we graduated. And how does he repay me? By trying to get me killed! I clench my jaw as the doors slip open and the pre-recorded voice announces that I've reached the third floor. I growl as I storm out of the elevator and down the halls of the apartment complex, right towards his front door. This guy better have a rock solid explanation if he doesn't want some serious dents in his face. I reach up one clenched fist, slamming it repeatedly into the door.

I wait for a few moments in silence, almost steaming from the ears, until I let rip with a yell, "OPEN THIS DOOR YOU COWARD!"

I slam my fist into the front door again, causing the wood to splinter and crack, before I let rip with another yell, "I KNOW YOU'RE IN, YOUR CAR IS OUTSIDE! NOW YOU'D BETTER OPEN THIS DOOR BEFORE I KNOCK IT DOWN!"

My fist lies clenched against the door as I listen in silence. Eventually, I tire of waiting, "LAST WARNING, LINK!"

But when I'm met with another silent response, I growl, it's time to take matters into my own hands… I turn side on to the door, squaring myself up as I take a deep breathe. I unleash a charge right into the door, shoulder first. As my forearm makes contact with the wooden door, I feel it jump, being forced open. The door smacks against the wall as I pitch up in Link's apartment like a miniature hurricane. I let rip with a violent scream from my throat as I reach up, gripping the top of the bookshelf and dragging it down to the floor. All the books spill from the shelf as it hits the ground, making the floor shake a little.

"COME OUT OF HIDING YOU COWARD!" I screech, "FIGHT ME!"

I kick out at the coffee table, trying to ignore the pain in my leg as the table upturns, clattering onto the rug.

"FIGHT ME YOU CHICKEN!" I approach his bedroom door, throwing it open. The room is still and quiet as I enter, but the duvet on the bed is crumpled, showing he's been in here. I growl, marching over to the wardrobe and wrenching it open, but it's empty. My anger only rises as I turn, storming back around the bed. I survey the room, and I'm about to leave, but I suddenly feel something wrap around my neck. It clenches tight, gripping me in a headlock. Confusion clouds in my mind… is he here? Is he trying to fight me? A cold body presses against my back, and I feel his moist breath in my ear as he whispers to me.

"Don't say a word…"

I'm about to protest, but suddenly my stomach lurches as I'm yanked back off my feet. A strange sensation washes over my skin, a shiver runs down my spine, and before I can even begin to wander what's going on my back smacks into the cold hard floor. I look around me at the bland grey walls, and the stone concrete flooring. I don't know where the hell I am… but I can say one thing for certain. This isn't Link's room.

To my left I hear a weak voice, dry, and cracked, "Sheik?"

I quickly snap my head to the side, and my eyes fall on something they don't want to believe. He sits on the floor, his clothes dusty, tattered and torn. His hair falls in limp rats tails around his face, and his usually sparkling blue eyes look tired. The skin on his knuckles is dry as he reaches out his hand towards me, and it's only then that I notice the shackle around his leg.

"L… Link?" I stutter. I'm about to question everything, I want to ask where the hell we are and what the hell happened to him. I want an explanation, and I want him to tell me why he cut the brake wire on my car. But before I can even formulate the words in my mind, his blue eyes widen in shock and urgency.

"Sheik! LOOK OUT!" He screams.

I snap my attention to the figure looming over me, threateningly. And for a moment I swear my eyes are deceiving me. Link stands over me, only his skin is steely grey, his hair coal black, eyes glowing like molten lava.

"Who are-" but before I can ever finish my sentence he grabs me by the collar of my shirt, dragging me up from the ground. His body moves around me, moving in from behind as he locks his arm around my neck again. I reach out for his arm to pull him away, but he's already squeezing tight around my windpipe. An ache begins emanating from behind my eyes as I thrive under his grip. Mist starts blurring my vision as it seeps in from the corners of my mind.

I just make out Link's voice shouting, "Leave him!" As I feel my limbs fall still around me. "Please don't…" Link stutters. The figure moves from behind me, his grip loosening, but it's already too late… my numb body knocks into the cold grey concrete as my eyes drift up under my eyelids. My vision blackens as he rolls over my limp body, pinning my arms behind my back… I don't know what the hell is going on here, I'm not entirely sure that I want to either… and that's the last thought that crosses my mind before everything falls silent.


Midna's POV:

"Hey, this is Zelda Harkinian, I'm afraid I can't get to the phone right now, but if you leave your name and a message I'll get back to you as soon as I can! Thanks, bye!"

"Once you've finished recording your message, hang up, or press the hash key for more op-"

But before the pre-recorded robot voice can finish, I cut off the line and end the call. I chew the inside of my cheek, collapsing onto the couch. This isn't like Zelda! She never ever doesn't answer the phone unless there's something drastically wrong… I don't know, maybe I'm over reacting? I mean, it has only been one day after all. I'm about to let it all go, kick back, and relax to a movie, when suddenly a horrifying thought comes to mind…

"I don't know about you but I don't want to sit around all day listening to Punch and Judy… what do you say you and I get out of here?" Link asks.

Zelda smiles a little, squeezing his hand. "I like the sound of that…"

That was the last time I saw Zelda… and if I'm not mistaken, the last time anyone saw Zelda, apart from Link. After everything he did to Sheik I wouldn't trust that boy with a pet hamster let alone my best friend. I drop the TV remote down on the coffee table, hurrying over to the front door, grabbing my handbag as I go. Panic twists in my stomach, overpowered only by a strong sense of determination, I'm not letting him hurt her like he did Sheik…


I run across the hallway of the building towards her front door. It takes me a few moments to rummage through my hand bag and find her key, but eventually I do. I carefully slip it into the lock, and with a quick twist and push, the front door swings open.

"Zelda?" I call out, taking the key from the lock and putting it back into my bag. "Zelda, are you here?"

At first all I can hear is silence, but as I wait for a few moments, listening more intently, the muffled sounds of soft sobs can be heard coming from her bedroom. I frown, carefully laying my leather handbag on the counter, and it's only when I do that, that I notice the shattered glass on the counter. I frown, noting the puddle of clear brown liquid. I swallow hard, choosing to ignore it and focus on my friend instead, carefully approaching her door.

"Zelda…?" I mutter, more quietly this time.

Almost immediately the sobbing stops, leaving only the silence, so loud that it rings in my ears. I swallow hard, gripping the handle and pushing the door open.

As soon as I step in it's clear that something happened here… the room is dark, draped in a thick grey shadow. I'm hit with a strong musty smell, but the window isn't open, showing no attempt to clear the air. I cast my eyes over the room, looking like it was hit by a storm. Her clothes lies strewn on the carpet, crumpled, torn, loose buttons and ribbons are discarded on the dresser. And her shoes are long forgotten at the foot of her bed. Her pillows lie at odd angles, stained with mascara and tears… he didn't… he wouldn't, even for Link this was too far… and there she sits, on the floor. Her body is curled into a tight ball, hair falling over her face, almost hiding the mascara trailing down her cheeks. She holds a blanket curled tight around her bare skin, but she won't make eye contact, won't even look up. I slowly walk around the bed towards her, my feet padding on the cream carpet. I swallow hard as I slide down the wall until I sit next to her. A shaky breath escapes me as I wrap my arm around her shoulder. She carefully looks up, and that's when I see it all, her violet eyes like windows allowing me to see straight through into her mind. Hurt, resentment, and betrayal, all clear emotions laid out like ink on a page. Her lower lip trembles as she looks away, and I can feel my heart dropping like a stone.

"Tell me he didn't…" I whisper, though I already know the she can't.

And with those four simple words, I watch as my best friend breaks down right in front of me. Heavy sobs shake her body as her shoulders shudder up and down with each heart wrenching tear. She buries her head in her hands, too ashamed to meet my gaze. Her long blonde hair drapes over her face, a curtain preventing me from looking her right in the eye. I stare at her for a few moments in silence, my mouth hanging open. But as I watch her crying, I suddenly remember that right now, above anything else, my best friend needs me.

I squeeze her tight, pulling her into me and wrapping her up in a tight hug. She hides her face in the crook of my neck and I gently kiss the top of her head, trying my best to comfort her, but my mind is a rush with thoughts. Should I phone the police? Should I tell Sheik? I sigh, carefully closing my eyes and squeezing her a little tighter.

Suddenly, from across the apartment there's a loud knocking sound, and a familiar voice calls out, "Zelda? Are you here? Your front door was left wide open…"

She looks up, mascara stained on her cheeks as I sympathetically stroke her back, "Don't worry, it's just Pipit. I'll go see him, you take a shower and we'll talk about it after, ok?"

She nods obediently, looking a little like a lost puppy as she climbs to her feet. Walking solemnly towards her en-suite, her blanket still draped around her body. I watch her go sadly, that poor girl… I thought that it was below even Link… but I guess I thought wrong.

I let out a heavy sigh as I climb to my feet, making my way over towards the door back into the main room of Zelda's apartment. Pipit is knelt on the kitchen floor, dustpan in hand, carefully sweeping up pieces of broken glass. He looks up as I wander in, a confused expression on his face.

"Midna, what the hell happened here?" He asks, climbing to his feet.

I sigh, "Pipit, there's something you should know…"