night, the least I could do is party once in a while.
Maybe I can grow out of this “I wanna have an
adventure in my life” phase, actually focus on
something until I get bored and quit, no wonder you
can't hold a job or get a girl….
Riku thought as he crossed an alleyway to go home
from his job at the moogle shop. And, as he was
turning the corner, someone tackled him to the
ground, into a puddle from the rain that was
happening throughout his reverie.
“Hey! Jackass!” he said. Perfect, now my favorite shirt is dirty, what a great day…
all of a sudden he sees a light coming from the
corner which the cloaked-tackler ran around, Riku
jumps up from the puddle, rubbing his temporarily
scarred retinas.
what was that? he thought to himself
as he crossed the alley to see what was going on...
he had just turned the corner when he heard two
voices arguing. surprised that there were people still
in the alleyway Riku hid behind the nearest
dumpster. while listening in on them he heard them
speaking in a seemingly archaic language:
"isht neil vought" said the first cloaked figure
"raeg xist don RIKU!" the second replied.
Riku was startled at the sound of his name, who
are these people? what are these people?
and more importantly, why am i the topic of their
conversation?
as if hearing his thoughts, the two figures turned to
look at the dumpster he was hiding behind, and as
they strode towards it, Riku ran away, turning corner
after corner, weaving through streets trying to loose
his pursuers.
he had stopped, breathless, in the back of a
restaurant, roughly three miles away. hands on his
head, gasping for air, Riku was on the move again,
not giving the chasers time to close the distance to
him. he had turned a corner when someone as big
and solid as a wall puts an anvil-sized hand over his
mouth, drugging him into unconsciousness...