Chapter I Escape
(Xion POV)
I've been imprisoned too long, even if I had fallen in love with Roxas Gildheart, I can never feel ease here. My eyes have been darting around, hoping for one way to escape. But they watch my every move.
My name is Xion Shadow, trapped here because of my brother Vanitas. Because of him, my freedom was taken and I was trapped in this prison of a sanctuary. I met Roxas here who came here as an orphan with his twin brother Ventus.
I've been here since I was four. But this place, Castle Oblivion, had two branches that kids lived in, Orphans and Refugees. Orphans were cared for while Refugees were kicked around and scorned at. I was a Refugee. Unable to say I was an orphan since my parents are still alive, and because Vanitas had a crime file in the Castle, I was classed as a refugee seeing how I was related to him. But I am a complete opposite to him. If there was an in-between branch, I would be in it, but there isn't.
I still felt the stinging pain, carefully rubbing my wrist where they lashed the barbed whip at me. I've stayed strong for most punishments, but the ones where they actually injure the kid are the worse ones of them all. My wrists were bandaged tightly so they could hopefully heal.
Each person who has been living in Castle Oblivion has their own room. I've been abused, scorned and rarely cared for, even if I was ill.
Castle Oblivion has been led by a group of people. Larxene Thundara and Marluxia Rosewine were the headmistress and headmaster of Castle Oblivion. Vexen Icefreeze was a creepy scientist. Lexaeus Brookward was body guard. Axel Firelance was just there because he needed a job, but he's a nice guy. Sometimes, he would come and bring me a partially melted sea-salt ice cream. Axel was the only other friend I had besides Roxas, besides Axel was head of the Orphans, that's how I met Roxas. The head of the Refugees was Zexion Shilwrite a quiet person, but he cared for us, but mostly me seeing I was innocently placed in the Refugees. He was there for me when I needed someone to talk to.
But, this was still a prison to me. I just had to escape. Soon, I found my chance. They rarely locked the library or the punishment room during curfew. The punishment room was indeed foul and was where most punishments were dealt. If I could sneak into either of those places, then I have a slight chance of escaping. I knew the vents had ways to make sure that no one could escape, but there would be noise and libraries were known to be quiet. And the punishment room had to have some way to pump out some of the foul stench. But if I escaped through the punishment room, they could catch me in a heartbeat. The library was my safest bet to take. Secretly, I've put together a dark black cloak with a silver zipper and a chain that was close to my neck but both ends were embedded within as well as two more silver chains with crystals I was able to make and take when I was in the lab that negates any way of being tracked. Within the pockets, I had smoke bombs and tranquilizers hidden. I was also wearing a single glove I had with a few hidden features for special getaways on my left hand.
I was ready to escape. Placing on a black mask I used one of my smoke bombs to hide my leaving from my room to the library, holding my keyblade in my right hand.
Once I got in the library I found out that Roxas was there reading. He recognized me instantly.
"Xion! What are you doing?" he asked to surprise. I forgot an orphan's curfew was much later than a refugee's curfew.
"What does it look like?" I asked in response, he seemed to get it instantly.
"But why? I love you remember. This place gave us a home," Roxas said.
"That's where you're wrong Roxas, this place gave you a home, but for me it's a prison. I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but no one must know where I'm going," I said, a small tear slipped as I aimed a tranquilizer dart that was sent straight to his arm. Quickly I used my glove to grapple my way to the open window above me. There I looked out to see what my position was.
There was a small boat with a life jacket in it, too bad it wasn't anchored. I quickly hopped into the boat and rowed away, looking back at what I hope will be the last time I will ever see Castle Oblivion.
Sleep had overtaken me and when I had awoken, I found myself in the middle of a storm. Soon waves came and destroyed the boat I used, I clung on to one single oar uncertain of what next.
(Roxas POV)
I know we both love each other, but why would Xion do that? When I woke up I found Larxene and Marluxia overlooking me.
"My dear Roxas, your awake at last, thank goodness," Marluxia said, "How did this happen."
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Who struck you with the tranquilizer dart, well made to," Larxene said, "Orphans know well not to do these kinds of things, so tell us, which refugee did this. Rest assures the penalty for the person is death."
I was shocked to hear this, if I were to tell them that Xion did it, when she was brought back, she would be killed.
"It was lying around and I never noticed it, then I pricked myself," I lied.
"Although it does seem reasonable, it still would be confusing in why would a tranquilizer be left around," Larxene said, "Unless you're hiding something. Marluxia tell Lexaeus we're going into Lock Down, whoever did this either has more stashed around, or is not present."
I might have bought Xion some time. Hopefully.