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Thud!
That's all they can remember. The sound of being thrown against the cold walls of a vehicle, and then a dark, moving room with closed windows. A pinch of heavenly light seeped through the windows, teasing them mercilessly. They didn't know of who took them, when they were whisked away, even where the person took them from.
Firefly's eyelashes fluttered opened, revealing a dark room. While in the automobile, her vision was clouded, but now it was much more clear; she was able to make out a ballroom. Wait, why would a kidnapper take her to a ballroom? Somehow, she was even more confused than when she got kidnapped. Firefly expected a torture chamber, or even just immediate death the moment she closed her eyes. Though her knees were a bit weak, she was able to stand up on her two feet, even if she, at first, looked like a fish out of water. Her head rotated, scanning the room, until she heard a set of footsteps. Was that the abductor that took her away?
The silhouette got the slightest bit closer, and she could make out a tall male figure. But, she stayed silent, yet still on alert. "Miss Firefly?" A voice asked, one rather familiar to Firefly. It was Sunday. The two weren't close, but how could she not know of him? He was quite the important figure, after all. And, right after the realization hit her, she froze in shock. Now, she had even more questions than she first started with. Why was he here? How could someone capture Sunday of all people, such a stern man? He was never one to take bullshit from people.
Firefly finally spoke up. "Uhm.." The girl weakly stuttered, her breath inconsistent, "Mr. Sunday? Why are you here? Don't you have... business to take care of?" She asked, taking slow steps near the man like a lost puppy looking for it's owner. This made him smile, even with the situation, knowing that she wasn't a danger; and, her actions were quite cute.
"I'm not quite sure, Miss Firefly. Were you also seized like I?" Sunday asked, stepping up to Firefly, but being careful not to make her too frightened. Only focused on recalling the events in which got her here, the young woman simply nodded; a yes. Taking note of this, the man... smiled? "Hm, while, this may seem like an odd thing to say, but I'm glad I have someone in the same situation as me." Firefly's lips curved sheepishly, almost sweating from embarrassment, which Sunday took note of.
"I can tell you two why you're here."
The voice ringed in the duo's ears, Firefly's eyes darting around the black room, which lit up soon after their captor spoke. Sunday stood there, back straight, a firm look on his face. Her glance landing on his pretty features, she was almost jealous of his composure. "What's happening?.." She meekly whispered to Sunday, and in reply, he shook his head bewilderedly.
"I never liked beating around the bush, so let me just say it. You're here for a countdown. The last 24 seconds of your life, before a bullet gets lodged into your heads. Your challenge is to enjoy these last few seconds, in whichever way you please."
"Good luck."
Firefly's body grew stiff, her breathing quickening. Sunday, surprised as well, took a moment to figure out what to do before the timer started, and what to do to ease her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck.." The shorter girl muttered under her breath, which was Sunday's cue to grab her hands in his. Firefly was rarely the type to swear, so this was especially concerning.
"Twenty-four.."
The "Shot Clock" started counting, causing Sunday to lean into Firefly, "follow my lead." His words, moreso his voice, soothed her, and was like music to her ears. Suddenly, the Halovian man's feet started to slowly move in a calm dance, and soon enough, she caught on. Firefly's grip on his hands tightened, allowing the male to feel the stress sweat building up. Once he saw the girl was ready, he started to speed up their dance.
"Twenty-three..."
Sunday dipped down, her face uncomfortably close to Firefly's. It's almost as if he was tempting the woman to kiss him already. And oh, the temptation was definitely luring her in. It almost distracted her from her impending doom.
"Twenty-two..."
The shorter woman's slender fingers snuggly fit on the back of his neck sneakily, as if Sunday wouldn't notice. But, in return, his hands landed on her waist. The long stare drew out the seconds, bringing them back to Penacony for a moment. They remembered the Dreamscape, the whimsy, the sky, and each other, in a much more convenient time. They thought about a future where they could've found out more about one another. Because right now, the only thing they knew about each other were their names and faces, and a few sneak peeks at their personalities.
"Five..."
Wait... five? Time flies when you're having fun. Sunday wasn't panicked in the slightest, twirling Firefly enthusiastically. But Firefly? Her feet were frantic, her right foot turning into her left. She could feel tears coming into her eyes, but she hoped the air flying quickly into her gaze would dry them out.
"Four..."
The dance slowed, by Sunday's command. After all, they would have to have a grand finale, as long as he's around. One beat per second. One step at a time. This worried Firefly, but she knew to trust the man. After all, he was apart of The Family, was he not?
"Three...:
One step. One hushed whisper from Firefly. "Sunday..."
"Two..."
One step. One concerned look from Sunday, and one hitched breath.
"One..."
No steps. Two gunshots.