A/N: Hello all of you people in FanFiction land! Welcome to Vithian's dark and depressed corner! Please, enjoy your stay!
Warnings: This shall be the only warning you get! It shall contain: Dark themes, slash, het (possibly, the jury's out to lunch at the moment, so I can't really ask them) and... um... song-y goodness? Swearing later on... If any of these offend you, turn back now. This is the only warning you'll get, so I don't wanna hear any complaints of how I didn't inform you
Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, many things would be canon. Roxas would not have merged with Sora, he would instead live a happy life with Axel. Kairi would end up with Yuffie (Read Ordinary Adventures Metal Chocobo then tell me it sounds weird!) Luxord would have a larger part, same with Xigbar. Zexion, Vexen and Marluxia wouldn't have died in CoM, in fact, no one in the Organization would've died except Xaldin and Lexaeus, since I hate them. Don't ask why.
I don't own Final Fantasy either. If I did, Reno would be the main character, Zack would have never died and Cloud wouldn't be an emo bitch.

Please excuse my rant.


The start of Armageddon, it was just another day
We all saw the news, nothing to say
So many friends are missing, and family members gone
So we all pray that God help them be strong

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Darkness is surrounding me. I can't find the way out. My body is cramped and stuck in a precarious position. I'm suffocating, unable to breath. There is something that I'm inhaling that's making me cough and shaking my thin frame. Is that... A light? Yes, light! I push up at whatever is crushing me and hope fills my heart as it moves, and I can hear something cracking and suddenly, the weight is much lighter, and I manage to push whatever it is out of the way completely. I can hear it cracking and breaking as it rolls away.

Fresh air suddenly assaults my senses; it seems much colder than before. I take a gigantic gulp and try to move. Sudden pain shoots up my left arm, making me wince. Keeping my arm still, I lift my head out of the crevice I was stuck in. The first thing I see is a grey sky, made even darker with the smoke drifting up from the remains of a once great city.

I slowly lift my body out of its awkward position, making sure that my left arm doesn't move anymore than necessary. I take a look, accessing my injuries. I've got a broken arm and my right leg hurts quite a lot. I also seem to be bleeding a bit, but it doesn't seem to major. Running my hand through my hair, I try not to gasp as I see it covered in blood once I pull it out. I look around, trying to think of what to do now.

There are no buildings anymore; they've all been reduced to debris in the street. Everywhere I look there is more devastation and wreckage from a nightmare I won't soon forget. But that's not the worse part.

The worst part is the many bodies among the debris, some alive, some dead. Those that are alive are screaming in agony or trying to crawl away from some invisible monster. My mind isn't registering any of it; I think I'm still in shock. The odour floating through the air is putrid, smelling of smoke and death.

I'm sitting on top of a pile of rubble, most of it looks like plaster from a building. I try and manoeuvre my way down without upsetting my arm or my leg. And after much pain, my feet hit solid ground. I collapsed, relief flooding through my veins. I'm one of the lucky ones. I could've been lying dead on the side of the road. I might've never seen my friends or family again.

I still might never see them again.

The thought makes me freeze and send chills down my spine. I fall into a coughing fit and roll onto my back. I just want to rest for a moment... Just one moment...

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Hate is turn to others
For their religion or their skin
But hate can't solve the problem it began

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"Dad? They... They aren't serious, are they?" My voice is timid, something I'm sure has never happened before. Usually, I'm full of confidence.

"I don't know son." I was sitting in the living room with my dad, Reno and Roxas. My mother had left last year, taking my little sister Kairi with her. Roxas was sleeping over and Reno was my older brother. He was seven, and already knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to be a SOLDIER, a Turk to be specific.

We had just turned on the T.V., my dad wanted to watch the news. Roxas and I wanted an excuse to stay up late, and Reno just wanted to look smart. We hadn't expected to be greeted with an urgent message addressed to all inhabitants of Twilight Town. We were going to be bombed.

"D-Dad?" Never, in all six years of my existence, had I heard Reno stutter. It just didn't happen.

"Axel? What's going on?" Roxas' hesitant voice cut through my shock. The small blonde was just four years old, not old enough to fully understand what was going on. Hell, I wasn't old enough to understand completely, but I knew enough about this war to know that being bombed wasn't good.

The war has lasted for nine years, both sides fighting desperately with whatever they had left. The two sides were the inhabitants of The World That Never was, and Radiant Garden. Twilight Town was a neutral party, though most simply said it sided with Radiant Garden because it was closer.

Now, The World That Never Was, was bombing Twilight Town in a desperate attempt to decrease morale among those who fight for Radiant Garden. The bombers were already on their way. They weren't going to evacuate the city, there wasn't enough time. They were going to scour the city for survivors after, but it was doubted anyone would live...

"Roxas? Would you like to go home? To spend some time with your family?" My dad asked. We both knew it was doubtful we had enough time to get to Roxas' house, but the option should be there.

"No, my family is right here." I don't think the little toddler knew how much those words meant to the three of us. I hugged Roxas, his blond spikes tickling my chin, and I didn't let go. Reno and dad joined our little circle, as we waited for the inevitable.

0o0o0o0o0
Everyone is angry
People are afraid
No one knows what decisions will be made
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"Dad?" My voice hitched, my coughing starting to subside. "Reno?" I was getting more desperate, hoping, praying for someone to answer to me. I few rogue tears slipped down my cheeks, leaving wet trails on the grime that covered my face. "ROXAS?" I shouted it, before breaking down and crying, the reality catching up with me.

I'm not sure how long I lied there, simply bawling my eyes out. When I finally stopped, my body felt like it weighed 100 kilos. The pain had turned into a gentle numbness. I lifted myself up to a sitting position, and attempted to stand. My knees were shaking, but I took a step, and then another, and another. I made my way down the street, not really watching where I was going. I just needed to move, to get away.

I'm not too sure where I am anymore. When all the distinguishing features have been blown to bits, it's kind of hard to tell. But I can't hear any screaming, anything. An eerie silence has settled over the ruins of Twilight Town.

The numbness was spreading. It had started in my left arm, then my right leg, and now it was slowly climbing, suffocating me. I trudge on, but even my sluggish mind can tell I can't go on for much longer.

The silence was suddenly broken, the sounds of many boots crunching down a path, voices screaming and yelling and cars starting up constantly. I can't put it together, and before I know it, they're at the other end of the street, speeding towards me. It's a mass of silver cloaks, some riding on a jeep, others running beside it. There was one man holding onto the side bar, and a trailer was attached to the back. The man holding onto the side bar was wearing a black cloak, and he stood out against the thirty silver.

I simply stood and watched, my emerald eyes glazed and unfocused. I knew who they were, everyone recognised those cloaks, even those who never saw them.

This was a tiny section of The World That Never Was Armada. Twaza, as they were known colloquially. Reno had once informed me of the different ranking system that they use. The ones in the tight fitting silver cloaks are Dusks, the lowest rank. They're the common foot soldiers, the ones who do most of the work. They're also the most expendable.

The next rank is Heartless. They ride the horses. I couldn't see any at the moment, but they have black armour and a helmet that covers their face. Instead, they have giant yellow panes of glass. They also have antennae, which pick up radio signals from the closest Twaza outpost.

The top rank is Organization XIII. They're named after the infamous thirteen that founded The World That Never Was. Only the best of the best make it to Organization XIII, and not many stay there. They where long black cloaks, each one altered to suit the person. The fact that one was here was almost enough to shock me out of my dazed state. Almost.

The jeep pulled to a stop in front of me, the Dusks surrounded me. As if I was going to run away. The one in the black cloak jumped off and strode through the many Dusks, each one quickly parting out of the way.

See, Reno told me that Dusks were kind of strange. They were constantly moving, as if stopping would kill them. Maybe it did, no one really knew. So I wasn't surprised when the mob remained a flurry of movement, the actions fluid and in all directions. It was kind of like a dance.

The Organization XIII member was right in front of me now. I gazed up, seeing nothing but darkness underneath his hood. Reaching up, he pulled it off, to reveal nothing more than a blond teenager. His hair was long and he had two bangs that framed his face, his eyes were a deep green and held a cold and calculating look. Despite only being several years older than me, he was frightening. He grabbed me by the collar and inspected me closely. I stared back into his eyes, trembling with fright.

"What's your name?" He asked, his voice high pitched and cunning, cocking his head as he said it.

"Axe-" I was cut off with a coughing fit. "Axel Taylor."

He studied me, as if I was a test subject. Suddenly, he sneered.

"Throw him in the back with the others!" I was handed to two Dusks who had come forward to take me. They gripped me tight, but I wasn't going to fight, I had nowhere to go. The teenager stalked off and pulled his hood back up. I was thrown into the trailer, and I hit the cold metal hard. Rubbing my head, I inspected who 'The Others' were.

In the trailer were three kids. One was a small child about my age with dirty blond hair who was currently curled up on the filthy metal trying to sleep, and shivering violently. His hair seemed to have been burnt on the sides, giving him a look that reminded me of either a Mohawk or a mullet. I wasn't too sure which one.

A teenager was sitting in the corner, gazing dejectedly off to the side. He had short pink hair and it looked like he was trying to not put any weight on his left foot. He had deep blue eyes that displayed his every emotion. He didn't even look at me when I was thrown in.

The last child looked about four or five, and was sitting on the teenager's lap, clutching a singed book to his chest as tears streamed down his face. He had slate coloured hair and cobalt eyes. One of them looked severely injured, as it was bleeding profusely.

I was injured, everyone I knew was dead, I had nothing and I was captured by the enemy...

Things weren't looking too good.

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And we don't know why
The innocent die
Will this world ever find a way to change?
And we don't know why
But we know it's not right
Don't know why so many had to die
Don't know why so many had to die



The song is 'The Innocent' by Good Charlotte.
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~Vithian