Another Symphony: Vice's Tale, Act I: What
'What's going on?' wondered the new being. 'Where am I? What am I?' The boy woke up in the center of an empty courtyard, surroundings unfamiliar. 'Who am I?' He looked down at his new hands, his new eyes beginning to focus, allowing him to see more clearly. The being knew only two facts about himself: he was a Nobody, and his name was Vice. He vaguely remembered images from a life now passed, knowing only that it was gone. He saw images of a girl with dark blonde hair, tanned skin, long legs, and trademark smiley face t-shirt. And he knew that that is who he had once been. Her name had been Lilly, Lilly Creed. But she was gone now. Vice approached a fountain to see the reflection of the face that he had no doubt would be the same as hers. He was stuck by surprise: "Why the hell am I guy?" he yelled, glad that there was no one around. He was shocked by the voice that came from his vocal cords. He looked down at himself. Indeed, he noticed a build more masculine than the girl that he remembered, more muscular and of course flat-chested. His shock just kept building. "What the hell?"
Vice backed away from the fountain, no longer wishing to see what was in the reflection. He felt a presence behind him and wheeled around. "Who are you?" he demanded of a hooded figure wearing a black coat. The figure stood there, seeming to study him, as though judging his worth.
"Strange," the figure said. "That's unexpected."
"What are you talking about?" Vice asked.
"Oh nothing to concern yourself about," the man seemed to stare through the darkness, piercing the very soul of the new Nobody, looking for answers that Vice did not know what they could be. "Do you remember your true name?"
Vice paused for a moment. "What's it to ya?" He got into a defensive stance.
"Now now, I'm not going to hurt you. I take it you do, then. But surely in your case you do not share that name."
"What do you mean?"
The figure chuckled. "Would you like to join us?"
"Join who?" Vice asked, still confused.
"The Organization, of course. I'm giving you the choice: join or be destroyed."
"I don't like the sound of that." Vice knew that his human counterpart would have been terrified, but he held no fear at all. "What does the 'Organization' do?"
"We do many things. One of which is seek our hearts." It was obvious to Vice that he was only being told the most tempting option.
"No thanks. I'll pass. If I find my heart, I find my heart. If not, no biggie either." Vice turned to walk away but found the figure was now in front of him.
"What part of join or die did you not understand?" Vice saw a weapon, he couldn't really decide what it was, appear from thin air.
He didn't know what to do, what to say. He didn't know how to fight, nor did he possess a weapon to his knowledge. Running would be the best option if this wacko didn't just appear in front of him again, but it wasn't sure-fire. Vice looked down at the ground, concentrating. A crossbow appeared in a pool of darkness from the ground, Vice sure as hell wasn't going to question it, so he grabbed it and ran, taking aim in motion. The figure teleported around, making him hard to track. But Vice shot, and his aim was true. When it stuck, a hoard of Heartless appeared in front of the figure and tackled him. Once again, Vice wasn't going to question it, and sprinted towards the nearest exit. He recognized this place: Traverse Town. Lilly's home. But it wasn't his home, a Nobody had no home. But alas, it didn't matter. All that matters was that he got away, and found himself in a district of peace: the First District. He simply continued towards the exit. His heart wasn't here, he somehow knew that. And he knew that he had to get away from the cloaked figure. So he continued towards the door that he knew led out, though he knew not what he would do when he got there. Nobody stopped him.
What do you do?
When you don't know yourself,
When you are new,
Do you guess?
Do you go on?
Do you leave?
Do you stay?
I know not,
But I will find a way,
To be myself.
Not somebody else.