Treasure Box. (A BFB 4X fanfiction)

Too Old For Rhymes?

Four's P.O.V:
Ugh... where... where am I..?
I raise my head, taking in all of the fuzzy shapes in my vision. My mind is whirring and my head is aching.
Pain.
Suddenly, each memory comes racing back to me at once. X... The imposter... X... X is...
X isn't here.
Holy hurricane of hurdling Hiccups, X was kidnapped!!
I shakily get up, remembering the attack, the imposter running... carrying yellow. Blurry, smudged yellow.
The yellow I love.
My yellow.
My variable.
I feel my eyes begin to darken. Oh no. Oh no, no, no, not again... not now... not again...

It's Time.

My eyes are dark, pitch black. The black ooze drips out of my eyes, melting, melting, melting...

I need to find X.

I finally gain my balance, taking small steps. Need X. Walking, walking, walking to find him. Need X. Surveying the area, following snow prints. Need X. Walking a mile, then another, weak knees, about to collapse but won't. Need X.

Looking around.

Skating rink.

Coming to save you.

Don't worry.

Almost there.

X's P.O.V:
I scan the cramped room for a way out. I'm in Three's rental shop. Skates and helmets line the walls on shelves messily and there's no method of organization whatsoever. I'm tied to a chair in the centre of it all, my hands behind my back and my legs strapped together by sturdy rope. There's duct tape over my mouth, and I suddenly feel the urge to burst out the words 'Nico Nico Nii'. Strange.
I can't cry anymore, everything is numb. Lifeless. Hopeless. Never mind, I actually can cry. The tears are steadily streaming down my face. I'm choking out pathetic sobs, cries, whimpers, pleas.
What is Three going to do with me?
What does my value matter to him?
Then, the door bursts open. It's Three.
He almost slithers up to me, like he's going to turn into a snake at any second. Next thing you know, he'll start hissing or something.
"You do know that Four will come to try and save you, right?" The 'snake' asks. I think for a moment, then hesitantly nod my head.
"And you do know that I'm stronger than him, correct?" I sadly nod my head once again. He smirks. "Your prince is just going to die trying, and then I can take his place." Three laughed. The tears streamed faster and harder as I gave him a look that simply asked 'why?'. "Your special prince had always had a horrible, pathetic life. Nothing to live for. Everyone hated him, and it certainly didn't help that he was an unlucky number, too." Three went on briskly. His gaze suddenly darkened. "But then... there was you. The lucky seven." He sneered. "And what do I have? Certainly not a golden chest. Although One certainly is the worst to be around." He gave a shallow chuckle. I was confused. Golden... chest? I gave him a quizzical glance.
"Oh, you don't know the rhyme? First is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with the golden chest...?" I shook my head as a no.
"Where are you and Four living, under a rock? Anyways, what was I saying? Oh, yeah. Four's life was destined to be completely miserable, but then you came along with your luck and turned everything around. That's the only reason he likes you, don't you know? That's the only reason he really... keeps you around." Three is somehow saying these awful things as brightly as he possibly can. My heart sinks. That can't be true, can it?

"But I want a little luck of my own, you see..."