A Heartless Nobody.

Kingdom Hearts + Worm X-Over

In the locker, Taylor Hebert was unnerved enough that she began to lose herself. She, in an act of desperation, asked for any kind of help. She asked even the darkness that was her locker to make it all fade away. She pleaded with the darkness to make her strong enough to overcome all and it consented.

I… got the Story bug? I seriously don't know what to make of this. A few days ago I found the Iron Man/Worm Crossover and learned of the world that is Worm. I admit that I haven't gotten very far in Cannon but enough of what I know will set at least the first 2-3 chapters. Most of it, is about Taylor and how it all came about before we start on the week Cannon started. Maybe just two chapters. I got to see how long each is. Anyway here we go!

"Talking" Everyone talking

Thinking

"Talking" Heartless/Nobody talking/thinking

Disclaimer: The Keyblade was going to choose Riku as its wielder, but he messed up and it then went to Sora. Since I didn't know that before a few weeks ago, i don't own either KH or Worm.

Danny Hebert was an honest man. He had to be.

He had grown in a relatively peaceful time for his childhood before the start of the Endbringer attacks, but later with the unfairness of the world dying grew a hardened man with an even more hardened temper. There was only one person he had ever known that could calm him as swift as the match was lit and that person was now dead.

His daughter, had grown up with only him, yet even he knew that he wasn't or couldn't always be there with her. His job took so many hours and was so erratic that he wasn't able to spend the time he really wanted with her.

Then it all changed.

Taylor grew distant, meek, and sad. He could see it all. He tried to know, understand what happened without prying too hard, but that girl had earned a resolve as hard as his temper. She never said anything, and Danny would always thought that maybe she didn't have many friends or that there were some bullies, but with the help of her best friend, she could have the rock he couldn't always be there for.

And it was all a lie.

He wouldn't think about it know. He was an honest man, and honestly if he kept thinking about the truth of it all, he would really kill someone. So he shoved the thought away, instead intent on walking –striding, hunting, stomping, and searching- for the trio that caused his little girl to-

No he couldn't go there now. The tears amassed, but he forced them down in favor or the burning hot rage that seemed to call forth his hunt. They would know what they had done and he would make them pay.

The door to the school was forcefully open by him, his car, outside, parked crossed and practically diagonal to the yellow lines that spaced each vehicle.

He had come home to find his daughter (_), he shook the thought, it would only make him weep and he needed the strength now. Weeping would be for later.

A hall monitor crossed his way, and tried to stop him, but he was not to be deterred and shoved the poor boy away, almost causing him to trip. The boy didn't try again, on account of running back the hall. Probably to get the teachers to help, he thought and that brought a whole other can of worms. If he managed to get through reaching the trio, he'd head to the principal's office right after.

He strode faster now, he had paused at every door, looking momentarily at each face, before nor finding his targets and heading to the next door. His gait was larger now, there were but a few door left and he could feel the suspense that he was drawing from it all, kind of like the one when he opened the door to find-

The next door was the correct one, he recognized Emma immediately, the girl's face would forever be imprinted in his mind as the girl that was almost a sister to his daughter. And now she's betrayed her and hurt her too much! He opened the door.

"-As such, the New Wave movement was stopped before it could-" the man recognized he had entered and had a wary look. Danny knew it enough from when he called his men over, they always believed they were getting fired and their faces always matched that kind. "Yes, can I help you? If you haven't noticed I'm in the middle of a class."

Danny shot the man a glare that would have melted steel, and the teacher wisely backed off. To the students he could see a few muttering and rumoring already of why he was there and who he was. Others like Emma were glancing at each other worriedly and slightly confused.

Danny strode in, and stood in the middle of the room, commanding the attention of every teen. He might be a man that not many could see as strong or frankly good-looking anymore, but he was known for making even the disordered ones shut up with but a glance.

He steeled himself. The rage from earlier holding just below the surface. He straightened his breath and spoke.

"I hope that every single one of you is proud of yourselves." His voice did not hide the sarcastic tone nor the bitterness. "You who are but the children for the future and whom we all adults place the same future in your hands. It is you who will lead and pushed humanity to better itself. You and every other high school student. Each on its own different ways."

His eyes roamed the entire class. Many, if not all, were staring at him weirdly, and only but a few were sitting straight enough to understand they needed to confirm what he was saying.

"That being said, the ones I see here…" his hands gestured towards them "… I'd ratheryou'd die right now." And he spoke it with outmost sincerity. The class buzzed into whispering and some began to look worried, thinking that the man was a killer. One girl close to the door tried to stand and walk out. "Sit. Down." He practically growled. The girl wisely did so, although scared by it all.

"And who do you think you are?" the teacher finally had the determination to stand up to him, however unnecessary it was.

"I'm Danny Herbert." The class buzzed again, and one girl whispered too loud 'That loser's father?'

Danny heard it, and raged sought to consume him. Practically growling the words he responded. "That loser" the previous girl flinched at been heard "as you say, is my daughter. And I'll tell you something, my girl was a better person than you or anyone else in this school would ever be!"

The class did not talk or whisper back. Some understood what he had said and disbelief crossed their faces. Danny took a second to calm a bit.

"W-was?" a whisper from a girl. Danny looked for the source and found the girl that right now he would love nothing more than to hurt. She also recognized what he said and a few tears were welling up. It disgusted Danny.

"Yes" he almost choked. "I hope you're proud of yourself Emma. The girl that was your best friend, the one that knew you like a sister and welcomed you into her family, my daughter" he bit back a sob "Taylor is dead. And you and your friends killed her."

It all began in the locker.

It always did. Everything that started what I would call the bullying started near my locker. The classrooms were a hall away from the lockers, boy's and girl's on different sides, and doors sturdy enough and thick to not let any sight or sound escape. As such, I always knew that when I entered the room there would be someone or something waiting to happen. Anything else was done very discreetly with no view from the teachers.

In truth, I had hoped that the terrifying trio had stopped their plans from hurting and bullying me, since before break they had slowed their actions against me. Even a horrible thought crossed me that they had taken to bullying someone else. And for that moment I was very hopeful. How awful am I to even think that?

I hadn't been happy in high school. Everyone knew. Every single student in Winslow knew of it, and no one dared to do anything. Not help me, stand up for me, or fight back with me at the injustice of it all.

The common belief of those three being the top of the social food chain impeded even the thought of doing something like that. As such I was, by no fault of my own, a loner.

When I arrived at the school on the first day after break, I was too happy with the thought of them leaving me alone. Their hanger-ons would either ignore me or start to mock whisper and giggle as if I was a pitiful sight they couldn't hope but laugh at. I didn't care, they were no more than a nuisance without the trio and as such, I am ashamed to say, I lowered my guard.

My classes resumed even better than it all. Madison barely even looked at me, Emma would glance sometimes and give me an indescribable look and Sophia would have a smug satisfied look. Honestly of all of them, Sophia scared me the most, being the most physical gave me a healthy dose of loath for her. Emma and Madison were but words and cruel moments, but Sophia had this, this predisposition for violence that I, as her prime target, understood was terrifying and worthy of a psychologist's session. After class, lunch and more classes and the end of the day coming close I couldn't but be hopeful of a first day without their antics.

The trio was nowhere in sight and usually I would see one of them close to the locker room, but my break had been so good for me that my senses had dulled. At any other time I believe they would have screamed 'Danger! Danger! Trap! Hide!' but I was too naïve.

As I reached my locker a smell began to overwhelm my nose. It was a horrible, pungent and disgusting smell. I slowed my walk. The girls all around where leaving a great breadth, many holding their noses close as to not smell it and others holding their breaths while looking at me smugly or laughing slightly. My posture began to disappear; I started to hide unto myself. Their whispers were nothing to worry about, but my fears of what was in my locker made me the meek, scared girl I hated to be.

As I opened the locker, the smell assaulted me. It would be better to say that it jumped me and attacked me with its claws by how strong it was.

It was tampons and dirty toilet paper. Old, disgusting, blackened and foul things they were.

I stood in shock. My locker had been vandalized, defiled. The smell was too strong and I began to feel the need to heave, to vomit my lunch, breakfast and last night's dinner all at once. It was all too strong and my need for it made me to do so.

I vomited heavily, some of it going even into the locker.

As I finished heaving a hand pressed itself unto my neck. For a moment I thought someone was going to help me keep my hair in place. That was right before the same hand pushed me into my locker. The action left me in such a state that they had even been able to close the door on my face, shutting me in with the horrible filthiness that surrounded me.

The smell was so strong that my brain tried to reboot and understand what was happening. As it did, I heard the strange, cruel laughter that I had missed in the break. Not missed as if I was sad, but missed as that I lost something that I had for a great deal of my time in high school and could only now recognized what it meant. They had made a horrible, cruel prank again.

The locker denied me light, and left me with the utter silent darkness. I was banging now the locker, hoping and begging them to open the door. "Please! Please! Oh god, open! Let me out!" I racked a sob. I wish it hadn't left me, but I was compromised emotionally. "Please Emma, Madison, Sophia, let me out!" the laughter continued for a few minutes, accompanied by their hanger-ons giggling and cruel words.

"Come one Taylor, what are you crying about for? Isn't this your natural habitat?" that was Sophia.

"Yeah, aren't you, like, always in filth and dirty clothes?" That was one of the minor bullies.

"Of course, she is. She lives on her knees every day."

Laughter at the jabs, while I could only cry and plead. They continued laughing and throwing cruel, cruel words at me. They had done so before and frankly I hadn't ever felt their words cut deeply –except for Emma's, hers were the worst. But right now, my defenses, my walls were crumbling. And each one was added to the dirt and filth and blood that covered my body and it cut. They slashed so hard, I bled.

And as I lost my strength, they started to leave.

I don't know how long I was ensnared there. My sense of time took flight in the encroaching darkness. I snorted lightly. Who knew I could think pretty words when I was tormented.

By now, I was already too weak to knock on the door, my throat to raw to even whisper. In such, I began to fall into my mind. It was my only haven. To go deep and forget my surroundings. To dull my senses to forget the conscious moments.

Of course none of this was deliberate. I wasn't a cape. Or had years of secret training of the mind arts. My own mind helped with the process. It realized I was beginning to over stimulate myself and sought to provide respite.

My body was failing in responding to my need to escape, my heart was attacked by words and stripped raw, yet my mind protected what lasted. In such, my body submitted, my heart succumbed, but my mind resisted. And to that I was never more relieved.

In a small part of my mind I understood what was happening. Somewhat. I was collapsing unto myself to preserve myself, and become nearly catatonic to the world. My eyes saw as the shadows grew and I felt my touch grow cold. The darkness was enveloping me, and for that I was somewhat thankful. Had I seen my surroundings I imagine it would only drive me mad. Well, if this wasn't, then madder. So I thanked the darkness, in the smallest voice I could conjure all the way deep inside my mind.

I thanked it for helping me feel it all fade away.

I thanked it for helping my mind strengthen itself.

I thanked it for giving me peace.

My next conscious thought placed me at my home. I didn't know how I got there, but I was kneeling on the floor, heavy breathing escaped me and a feeling of chill slightly on me.

My body fell weak, my muscles tense and I could still feel and see the disgusting, filthy –feminine hygiene products- all over me. At the upper corner of my eyes I could see a strange, swirling darkness that was fading away, just inches above the ground.

At the moment I wasn't processing what I was seeing, too occupied with my internal musings. In thought I was wondering why I was so tired and how had I gotten home. I had felt cramped. Like I was in an ever tight darkness –it must have been the locker, not the outer darkness- and not long must I have gotten out.

Not long after, my body finally unbolted and I laid there, navel down, regaining my already weakened breath. It felt like hours, which probably was, before I had the strength to move more than one limb. Dad would be coming home soon –it is nearly dusk- and he always did come home at that time. His work was as much as a mess as I was feeling right now, but he was always there for dinner.

I like to think that even if we've gotten distance between ourselves, that dinner was one of the last few strands that held us together. It was where he could forget for a moment about his work and just be dad, and I could forget about Emma and the bullies and just… be me.

So I needed to bathe –multiple times- possibly burn the clothes and make dinner, all before dad got home.

Great.

Getting up I felt dizzy, so I closed my eyes and feeling the walls ambled up the stairs. Having done this a million times, meant I hadn't had an embarrassing fall on the way up.

Stripping me off, eyes still closed, I got into the shower.

Belatedly I realized I had turned the water to freezing cold.

Just after it hit me, I cranked it to hot, before finding the right temperature. I must have imagined it, but I, don't think I felt the water be that cold. It was like I had known of something much colder and that wasn't it. I must still be tired. I shook my head at the silly thoughts and continued to do my things as I got out the shower after almost rubbing myself raw.

It's weird, for some reason I am a lot calmer than I should be after getting stuck in the locker. Is it possible I'm still in shock?

I hurried up with the cooking. The kitchen was a bit of a mess, but I hadn't remembered if I had left it like that this morning. Tidying up as I cooked, helped having it all ready for later so he could clean it all up, as we always did.

Sitting in one of the chairs I waited silently. He would be home any minute, so I wouldn't worry about it going cold. Besides, he'd had called before to let me know if he coming home late. Rare that it did, but it happened.

It was weird. Now that I had a moment to stop and think about what happened, I couldn't help but be surprised for my mentality over it. It was like… an unimportant event. Like something that in the grand scheme of things was just but a footnote in my life. And I couldn't help but worry about not worrying.

I was trapped. Tormented by words, and objects and darkness. By silence, and time and the feeling of my own body and heart closing themselves up. To help me forget, to help it all seem like a third point of view.

I'd like to think that somehow, the darkness was my angel. An angel of Darkness. I snorted in delirious humor. In the beginning I was alone, no one could hear me. No one in the locker room, no one in the school, no one in the world. That's what it was. Like I was alone in the world. In the darkness.

I think something broke at that moment –event- and I changed. Perhaps I've gone crazy now. I still can't remember how I got home. Perhaps in my loss of consciousness my body went on autopilot? Perhaps it used the last of its adrenaline, its strength and pushed to open the locker. Went on autopilot until it could feel safe at home? It might be funny to return to school and see my locker all broken and clawed.

I blinked. Clawed? I looked at my hands.

They weren't the prettiest hands in the world. They weren't model hands, but they were a girl's hand. Even if my arms were too skinny or long, my hands were somehow delicate. But they weren't claws.

Hmm. Perhaps, I have gone past my breaking point if I was imagining claws on the inside of the locker and my darkness.

My darkness?

Yes, I think it was. For that moment –event- it wasn't the locker that carried the darkness inside, nor it was the filth that finally put a stop to my olfactory senses. Somehow it was the darkness that helped me, and I couldn't help but smile at that.

The Darkness had helped me.

Suddenly I heard the front door open, dad as always jumped over the broken stair. Keys in the bowl, and his slow walk towards the kitchen. I saw him now, eyes closed as he shambled into the kitchen. He was tired. And a bit angry, angry at himself? No, at something. And he was so morose. It was a wonder he continued to wake up every day and for the Docks.

I tried to think of anything I could do to help, but the only thing I knew that always gave us breathing room was our dinners, so I did the only thing I could.

"Hi, dad. I made dinner." My voice was slightly pitched. Upbeat. Usually, he would gain from my emotions and I from him, so if one was sad about something, the other would follow in route. So I decided to make the first move at having him feel happy.

He stopped at the doorway. Still as a statue. Kind of surprised, I think.

He opened his eyes ever so slowly, that I thought they had stopped being used for decades. Hands to the side, numbly it seemed and he looked at me like I was an apparition.

"T-taylor?" his voice was kind of numb. And I frowned internally because it was really weird and something wrong must have happened to him. "Honey?" I blinked. He hadn't called me that in a long time.

"Yeah?" I continued to spread the dinner across our table while he just stood there, gaping at me.

After a moment, he snapped out of it and almost teleported at me. He hugged me so tight I thought I would suffocate. "Dad?" he hugged me tighter "What's wrong?"

"You're back. You're back." He kept spilling. I didn't understand. He kept repeating and babbling about me being back and missing me so much. He was crying, something that surprised me. He hadn't cried since mom died.

I pried myself off of him. He kept his hands in my shoulders as if I was to escape the moment he let me lose. "Dad? What's wrong?"

He was looking me all over, checking for something I didn't know of. "Are you hurt? Were you hurt? Did someone hurt you?"

My mind when kind of blank with the question. Hurt? Like what…? My eyes widened in recognition. "What!? Dad, no! I'm fine! Really. What would make you think that?!"

He had this unreadable look in his eyes. I couldn't understand. I knew when he was feeling those dark emotions but nothing about how he was feeling now. And even more how did I know he was feeling that? Was I a-?"

"Taylor" he spoke very slowly. Like one would do when breaking news. A bit sad and slow. "Honey, where were you?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Because, Taylor. You been gone for a whole week."

Author's Note

I think I'll leave it here. This is the first of hopefully many more chapters or if not, for someone to adopt it. I'm willing to share. I'll even give them my whole idea on how and what Taylor's powers are. And why, the why is very important.

I have most of the first chapters ready in my mind on how they are going.

I don't know if somebody's read my other stories, but I have a slow beginning. I like to put small factors across the intro part of the story so that everything else can happen without the need to explain on it at future chapters and break the intensity of the moment.

Because of it, ill probably have a one or two chapter with her exploring her powers and handling Danny and the school.

The chapters will be close to this number, but it will depend on what's happening and who's battling

So, in any case, read, review and be nice. If you think I did something wrong, don't spray it, say it (why).