My body's numb from shock as I robotically climb the stairs to my room. The redhead's words playing themselves in a continuous loop; 'We're the Turks, yo'. Turks. The name strikes fear in the hearts of the toughest of slumdogs. As a child you told stories of them taking bad little children who don't do as they're told from their beds at night, as you get older the stories get worse. I felt as thought I was on autopilot, the only thoughts going through my head was all those tales of Shinra's right-hand men. I slowly got dressed into 'clean' clothes, a plain, long sleeved t-shirt that was once white and some second-hand ripped dark jeans that were a size too big. The only thing I chose to take with me was Timmy's wallet with the remaining gil and my knife which I hide in my left sock.
I came down the stairs to find both men exactly where I had left them moments ago, the wutai stood perfectly still; the lanky redhead was leaning against a wall with a bored look on his face which quickly changed into an arrogant smirk when he acknowledged my presence. When the ebony haired man noticed my lack of packing he raised a dark eyebrow, but didn't voice his concern. Instead he silently walked out of the door towards a black car with blacked out windows you couldn't see into. He opened one of the back doors and held it open, waiting for me to climb inside. A shiver ran across my spine and I hesitated for a moment trying to see if there was an escape route, trying to come up with a plan. I could feel the presence of the Turk with the messed up suit right behind me. Probably figuring what I was trying to do, he discreetly waves his red stick thing just in the corner of my vision, a couple of sparks on electricity fly from the tip. I can hear him sniggering; he's warning me not to try anything stupid. I walk towards the car and climb inside; sitting on the most comfortable black leather seats my ass has ever rested on.
As I rest my head on the plush cushions I momentarily relax, that is until the two figures sit in the two front seats of the car, and I remember the situation I'm in. I decide to try to run for it, but as I try to open the door I realise the back doors must only be able to be opened from the outside. That doesn't stop me from yanking at the handle with all my might, "Hey, what tha fuck ya doin' yo?" the younger man yells. I don't answer him; instead I grab my blade from its hiding place and try stabbing the edge of the door, not causing much damage. He tries grabbing my arm; I try to take a swipe at him, barely missing his arm then returning to my frenzied attack on the innocent door. I hear him murmur something, "Sleep". Before I could react to whatever he was trying to do a green light emits from his stick and surrounds me. I try to fight it but to no avail, I fall into a deep and dark unconsciousness plagued with nightmares.