Alright everyone! Here's another story. Yes, I will still be updating the Zexion/Vexen story which will happen as soon as I'm caught up with my homework. BUT for now, here is an Axel/Zexion story that MY Axel and I are writing together. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters. My friend and I just own the plot, Angel Wing and Lawrence.
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Axel
I stand on top of a building. It's cold out, but I don't feel it. I don't feel anything. I don't feel the cold. I don't feel the loneliness. I don't feel the pain. The pain in my left side. I had forgotten about it. My last mission. The last mission that I ever want to do. After this last mission, I can't bring myself to go back. I can't go back to Angel Wing. I can't go back to Lawrence… not anymore. I need to get out, now.
My last mission was the worst, the deadliest, the most horrific. It was a mission though, I had to complete it… those were my orders. But afterwards… all that screaming, the agony I put in them. I can't… I can't do it anymore…
I had been stalking the group for weeks, months, waiting for the perfect moment, and that's when I went in. Little did I know… little did I know that they were so prepared for me. I struggled to kill them all, but I did it. One of them got to me though. He pleaded for his life. He pleaded and pleaded, until I cut his throat. That's when another guy came behind me and stuck me with his blade. I immediately turned around and cut his throat too. I saw his eyes, his wide eyes. I saw his life fade from his eyes. It got to me.
I never really realized what I had been doing until then. I had held that man's life in my hands, his fall is my fault. How could I have done this to him? To anyone? I', a monster. A freak! How could I have been doing this for so long?
After I left, I didn't go back to Angel Wing right away. Instead, I walked around everywhere. I don't exactly know where, but I was just walking until I came up here. That's when I spotted him. Pale skin, purple hair, eyes that glow. I saw him and I can't take my eyes off of him. He's different. He's not like anyone I've ever seen, and I need him. I need to be with him.
Now I'm just standing up here, watching this boy. Wishing I was down there with him. I could go down there. Talk to him. But what would I say? The only other person I've ever spoken to is Lawrence… I don't know how to be human.
As I think about all of this, I begin to feel weak. Why do I feel so weak? Then I realize the pain in my side. I grasp my side and wince at the pain. My clothes are soaked in blood. How could I have not realized I was bleeding? That man who stabbed me must have really stuck me deep. I feel my body going numb. I must have lost a lot of blood. I attempt to get down from the building to get to someplace to be healed, but instead I stumble, my legs giving out and I fall off the building. I land in front of the boy I was watching, who is stunned after seeing my fall. I can't stay awake much longer. I'm in so much pain. I try to get up, but I can't move. The boy runs over to me, trying to help me. He's so kind… but why is he trying to help me? Shouldn't he think I'm dead? I fell from a ten story building! Normal people would assume I'm dead, but not him. He's trying to help. Why?
"S… t…. ble…" I try to say something to him, but my words come out like a bunch of jargon. He says something to me., but I can't hear him. Black covers my vision and soon I pass out.