My eyes are closed and I hear a bird's gentle song as I awaken. I don't open my eyes right away; instead I savor the warm rays from the sun as they slip in through my window. "It was a dream; the whole damn thing was just a terrible nightmare." I think to myself. I know this is a lie because I can feel the earthy floor of my cell on my face, shoulders, and legs. I hold my knees close to my chest and feel the grains of dirt slip under me. I feel like crying, but I don't have any tears left and besides, he's probably watching me right now.

I hate him.

His stupid silver hair, his stupid blue-green eyes, his stupid lips, his stupid voice. I hate everything about him, and if I knew his parents, I'm sure I'd hate them too. Actually, I do hate them, for bringing up such an evil thing. They should've thrown him in the river as a baby, or locked him in a room like he's done to me.

He told me that I can make this all better myself. He told me that all I had to do was listen to his demands and I could get what I wanted. I spat in his face and told him to fuck off. He threw me down on the floor and stepped on my face, telling me I'd be sorry for that. He gave me a few good kicks in the stomach and left me there.

My fingers drop to my ribs and I feel dried blood caked on my side. The urge to pick the scab subsides and I try to move. Pain encases my body and I sink back down to the ground. I reach my hand out and find the wall; I figure if I can sit up and lean against it, I might feel a bit better. I begin to inch my body towards the wall, my first attempt fails, using my arms to push my body forward. I'm successful in my second attempt. I carefully flip over so I'm lying on my back; I bend my knees and push myself forward when I outstretch them again. My head bumps the wall and I push myself up. The pain is unbearable, but I know I am better this way.

I look around the cell for the first time. The stones on the wall are damp and cold. I figure the cell itself is seven feet in each direction, large enough for me to move about. The door isn't like the kind in prison movies with all those damn bars. It's a big steal door with a letter flap at the bottom. Then I see the cameras. I didn't notice them at first, but as my vision improved with the day light, I see them all looking at me.

The cameras are positioned high in the corners of the room, all facing a different way so there are no blind spots. I don't know what he's looking at me for, I'm not that interesting. I curse the damn fool out loud, knowing the bastard can hear me.

I hear a large metallic clicking noise and the door opens. He steps in and the door closes behind him with the same click. He walks over to me and bends down to my eye level. I watch his lips, knowing he's about to offer me a deal, "I can make the pain go away." He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and withdraws a bottle filled with a dark green liquid. "This is elixir." He tells me. His hand slides behind my neck and I flinch from his touch. He tells me to lean my head back and open my mouth. I want to tell him leave me the fuck alone, but damn it, I'm in so much pain it doesn't even matter.

It burns my mouth and I choke on it a bit, I swallow and as it rushes down into my body I can feel it working. I look at my bloody messy side and ever so slowly, it starts to recede upon itself and soon it disappears completely. He puts the bottle back in his pocket and stands up. "Roxas, I don't have to be a bad guy, not if you don't want me too."

"Piss off." I sneer. I hate how he stands above me, to let me know he's bigger. Fuck him.

"I liked it better when you coward from me." He draws back his foot like he's about to kick me around again. "Last chance." He offers.

"Go fuck your mother." My words will be my own demise, I'm sure of it. He starts kicking me, and soon he kneels down and starts throwing punches. My face is a fucking bloody mess. I look up at his face to see him crying, his jaw clenched tight. He stops punching after a bit.

"What have you done to him you brat?" He exclaims, "Where's my Sora?" he punches me with all his might and I get knocked out.

I awake several hours later and realize immediately I can't open my damn eyes. He must've hit me pretty hard last night. I try to move my arms, but something other than my pain is preventing me from moving. My legs and arms are tied to something, so I'm spread eagle, face up. I hear foot steps growing closer to where ever I am.

"I gave you a chance, now I'm not playing nice." It's his voice.

"So beating me unconscious twice was playing nice?" I cough, my throat hurts a lot.

"You look like hell Roxas. Like hell and then some." He tells me.

"Yeah I bet, the person who did this to me is pretty fucked up." I turn my head and spit in the direction of his voice. I hope to god I hit him.

His hand grabs my jaw and forces my mouth open, I feel the elixir again, the same burning all over my body when I swallow. "Why do you keep fixing me up, just to beat me down?" I don't open my eyes yet, I don't want to see the son of a bitch just yet.

"I need you alive. I need to know where you've hidden him." He answers, "Just tell me, and this can be all over."

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about." I tell him.

"Liar!" He screams and I can hear the rage and the hurt in his voice. I almost feel bad for him, almost. I'll never tell him where Sora is, even if he kills me. "You've hidden him! That bitch Naminé told me that you have him hidden so well that not even Ansem knows where he is."

"I told you, I don't know." I open my eyes and see him. If I was a mess, then I don't know what to call him. His hair is sticking in odd directions and his face is swollen from crying. "I can't help you."

"She told me you knew. The bitch told me to get you." He's confused and beginning to doubt his sources.

"I wouldn't have taken all those damn beatings if I knew." I tell him in a soft voice.

"Then who? Who knows where he's hidden?" The tears come again.

"Naminé, she has him. Go find her again." I tell him, it isn't true, but I figure that bitch has whatever's coming to her for ratting me out. He begins untying me and tells me to drink more of that elixir. I take a swing of it and pass out. That bastard didn't give me elixir, that's for sure.