PROLOGUE – Finally Breaking
A/N: And here is my prologue. Yet another overly-elaborate alternative fic from Rain. I know you think I probably should be working on some of the stuff I already have posted. Shut up. This is to take place after KHII, with the assumption Mickey's letter never came. (Or hasn't come yet? I dunno.)
If you're looking for a similar plot idea and a lighter, easier read, check out Yakusoku-Xion's The Deep Shadow Within. I was more or less inspired by the first chapter of her fic and imagined a more convoluted, angstier plot. Yes, so this is a similar idea with an overly-researched, over-thought out, embellished and obnoxiously wordy Rain touch. It wasn't until later did I continue reading her fic and find that we both sort of did something similar. Props to her, she technically did think of it first.
Now that I've covered my ass, please continue reading. I aim to please, so let me know if you'd like to see something specific in the plot and I'll see what I can do.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any characters used.
Summary: The closer you get to the light, the greater your shadow becomes. The heartless consume the careless. Not even those who wield darkness are immune to the danger they possess. Our hero's heart is wrought with agony, and despite all odds, he has lost his light. The now fallen hero must face his friends as the very thing he fought tooth and nail to destroy.
Soundtrack: Buried Beneath by Red, from Sora's point of view.
WARNINGS: A teeny bit of language.
His chest ached unimaginably. The pain was excruciating, spreading through his blood like acid, pooling around his heart. The tortured organ throbbed, sending more pain through him. His breath hurt, his head ached, there was pain down to his very bones. His knees buckled and he collapsed on the sandy ground, his hand clinging to the paopu tree for support. His other hand was white knuckled as he clutched the cloth of his shirt over his throbbing heart.
Even forced to his knees he fought to stay upright. Damn it, he was stronger than this. After he had come this far, saved the worlds twice, how could he fail? And so easily? What was truly tragic was that he had no one to blame but himself. He knew the risks. He had dared to dream otherwise. How could he have been so stupid? God, it hurt.
The sun set slowly across the water, setting the world aflame with color. Waves crested serenely against the island even as Sora whimpered in agony, slowly sliding to the ground. Desperately he wrapped his arms around himself, as if trying to hold himself together. He was falling apart, splitting right down the middle. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't move.
He had lost.
No.
He couldn't allow himself to lose, not after all this. He was broken, damaged, nearly unsalvageable. But he was strong. He always had been. There was no one there for him, no one to rely on, no one to look to. He was alone. But damn it, he couldn't give up so easily.
In one last attempt of desperation, he grasped the thing that was trying to destroy him.
And held onto it.
Everything went black.
A/N: Oh dear, oh dear, how vague! I hope that piqued your interest, it certainly did for me! While this was only about 300 words, you can expect chapters around the 2,000 words mark from me from now on. Please leave a review, they make me happy.
Much love,
Rain