The Forgotten

Chapter 1: Darxetta

We all know who the Organization XIII is. We know all it's members. We know their elements. We know what each one is like and what they want. But, there is something we don't know. A deep, dark secret that the Organization has worked so hard to keep unknown that even they have forgotten it. They have not always been the Organization XIII. There was a time when they had many more members. Members who still to this day, help Sora in his quest, unbeknownst to him. This is their story. This is our story. This is my story.

It all begins with a place known as the Wizarding World. On a day about 17 years prior to the beginning of the Organizations past, a powerful, dark and evil wizard paces in his hideout. He has guarenteed himself eternal life. But he is no idiot, and he knows that there is a possibility of failure in his plan. He needs an heir, to take over if his plan fails. He calls his most trusted follower to his room. She is tall, with dark hair and a darker personality. She loves the pain of others and feels love for no one but her leader. He is taller than she. His skin is as pale and sickly as the moonlight just before the new moon. His nose no longer sticks outwards as do those of most humans. In fact, it has almost disappeared entirely, except for two slits. No hair is able to grow upon his head, it is questionable if he is even considered human anymore. Obviously they are an odd couple. When she is called an agreement is made and consummated that night. Nine months later, his follower gives birth to a baby girl.

Theresa, as the girl is named, looks nothing like her parents. You wouldn't even know that she was their daughter. From the time that she discovered her magical powers to the time that her father's downfall came, she was trained only in the dark arts. The first spells she learned were the Killing curse, the Cruciatus curse (the torture curse) and the Imperius curse (a curse allowing one to completely control the acts of another person or animal). She was raised to hate muggles (non magical folk) and all people who associated with them. She was raised to be agressive and have a need for power. Her home was a cocoon of anger and hatred; abuse and violence. Despite these things, she was a kind, bighearted young girl. When she turned 11, they were forced to send her to Hogwarts, a school run by her father's greatest enemy, in order to keep from arousing suspicion that she was his daughter. In Hogwarts, she felt like she never had with her father and mother. She felt like she was at home. She was comfortable. She excelled at her classes with little effort and had many friends.

On her 17th birthday, during the summer before her next year at school, her father walked into her room, unannounced as usual. At the age of 17 she had grown very much from the adorable young blonde that she had once been. Her hair went down to just above her shoulders in a messy cut that covered one eye. Her large, green-blue eyes were always filled with anger and sadness, and hate whenever she layed eyes on her parents. She had a heart shaped face and a slightly pointed chin. She gave her father an apathetic look as he entered, she had learned long ago that it was hazardous to her and her friends if she dared to say anything he considered out of line. Just the thought of what he had done when she told him about Kyle was enough to bring tears to her eyes.

Kyle was a man she had met the year before. She had been so sick of her life that she had made a suicide attempt. She tried to apparate to another world. She figured that she would either make a new life in a new world, or die. Either way worked for her. She ended up in a world called Middle Earth. There she met a warrior named Kyle and had fallen in love with him. After that she visited him frequently until her father found out. She didn't know what happened to her love, and she probably never would, but she knew whatever it was was bad.

"My daughter," he whispered, his voice as icy as the chilled air outside. "While throughout the past year you have proved yourself insolent to me, tonight you have a chance to prove yourself. I have finally located the location of a threat to me." Before her brain caught up with her mouth she burst out, "'Located the location'? Gee, we're eloquent today aren't we?" She regretted it the moment she said it. Within seconds she was writhing on the ground as the Cruciatus curse took it's toll. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only seconds, the pain died away, and she gasped for air, as if she had been drowning. Her father leaned over her, smirking. "I thought we had made it clear last time that I will not take that kind of disrespect lightly. Now I have reminded you. Has my message been understood?" She nodded, doing her best to keep the hatred and the tears out of her eyes.

"Excellent, now, as I was saying: I have located another threat of mine, tonight you can prove yourself to me by helping me destroy him. If you refuse you will be killed where you stand. Am I understood?" She cringed mentally, while she had killed spiders and mice and small things like that, she had never actually killed a human, but she nodded, "Yes, father, I understand."

This is where my story begins. My name was Theresa. I was raised in a brutal manner. I had never known anything but pain and hatred. I followed my father to help him do terrible things that night. Many things transpired that have put me where I am now. I followed my father to don our cloaks to block against the chill of the evening. As he put his on, his robes slipped a little on his arm. I saw a mark, like a strange heart with an "X" going through it. I said nothing, though. The sting of the last attack from him still haunted my mind. I took his arm and we apparated to a small wizarding village. For those of you who don't know, to apparate is to dissappear from one place and reappear in another. It was Halloween, and little kids in costume were running all over. I smirked darkly as a little boy ran to my father and said, "Hey, mister, nice costume!." As the little boy ran off to his mother, I saw the look on my father's face and became frightened. I prayed that he would be too preoccupied with the mission at hand to hurt the boy.

He seemed to debate it for a moment, then turned toward the house that we stood outside of. I could see through the window that there was a couple and their baby sitting in the living room. They seemed so happy. I prayed that this wasn't the place. Unfortunately, this time, my prayers went unanswered. My father used his wand to blast the front door in. The baby's father, a man with shaggy black hair and glasses came running out, screaming, "Lily! He's here, he's found us! Run and take Harry with you!" My father raised his wand and I shouted, "Go after them, I'll take care of him!" My father ran after the woman and the baby and I turned to the man. He had left his wand in the living room, I lowered my wand and spoke in a hushed and hurried voice, "Quickly, get your wand and come with me, we can save your wife and your baby!" He simply glared at me. "Idon't know what you're pulling but I'm not falling for it. Please, just leave us be, we just want to live our lives!" As I opened my mouth to speak, my father reappeared. "What is taking so long? He does not even have a wand! You stupid, incompetent girl, to think that your mother and I put so much effort into raising you and it has all been a waste of time! You are worthless, you'll never amount to anything! Go get them while I finish him!" Comprehension gleamed in the man's eyes, then the curse hit him, a flash of green, and he fell to the floor, his eyes as lifeless as those of a doll.

I was already running up the stairs, I undid the curse blocking the door and ran inside, putting a more powerful one on it, in the hopes that it would stall my father. I turned to see the baby's mother, a beautiful redhead with almond shaped green eyes pointing a wand at me. I dropped my wand and raised my hands in surrender. "Please, I don't want to hurt either of you, take your son and leave this place, before he comes!" Her face screamed suspicion. "Why do you want to help us? You're helping him!" I cried desperately, "You have it all wrong, I was raised by him, I hate him and everything he is! I want him to fail, I want him gone forever! I hate him!" Her eyes widened as the door burst open. There stood my father, with a look of anger upon his face as if I had done the most unforgivable thing to ever be done. "Is that so, you insolent little brat?" He sent me writhing to the ground with the most powerful cruciatus curse I had ever been hit with. His voice sounded far away, as if I was underwater, "I will deal with you later." The rest is a blur, all I can really remember clearly is unbearable pain. I recall the woman screaming, "Not Harry, not Harry! Please! Take me, but please don't hurt Harry!" I heard my father commanding, "Stand aside, stand aside you stupid girl!" There was a flash of green and the sound of screams, inhuman screams, the screams of the tortured, of dying animals, of something not human, ripped through the house. Suddenly the pain was gone. I opened my eyes, ignoring the migraine now punding in my skull. I felt something warm and sticky on my face. I reached my hand up and found it covered with blood and some burned skin. The skin was black. I was already in so much pain that it didn't register that more pain had been added. I looked around and saw the room destroyed, my father gone, the woman dead, and the baby, miraculously alive, and crying his poor little heart out.

As I began to make my way towards him, a hand grabbed me and lifted me from the ground. I looked to see a woman in black and purple robes, with green skin, and an odd pointed hat (it looked almost like horns) staring at me angrily. "You stupid girl!" I sighed, hadn't I been called that enough during my life? "How dare you! He was invaluable to us! You'll just have to replace him now, won't you?" She dropped me to the ground and before I could move, little black creatures (which all had the symbol that had been on my father's arm) grabbed me and carried me away. I was in so much pain that I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer, I passed out.

When I woke up, I was in an odd place. Now I know that it was the realm of darkness, but back then, I did not know where I was, just that everything was swirls of black and purple. I sat up and realized I was in a huge machine. I pounded on the walls screaming to get out as it turned on. It began to make a low buzzing noise and I screamed, wishing I was back at Hogwarts with my friends, my real family. Suddenly, more pain than I had ever felt coursed through my heart, and I screamed, thinking that this machine was giving me a heart attack. My heart seemed to rise from my chest, and for a moment I had a sane enough state of mind to notice that it wasn't red; it was orange and yellow and pink and though it was shaped like a gem, it appeared gellatin-like. Then I screamed again; it felt like my chest was imploding on itself, soon, that feeling coursed throughout my whole body. I began to cry, I was more afraid than I had ever been in my entire life. My heart was now covered in black smoke that swirled and began to form the shape of a body. Suddenly the smoke cleared, and a girl stood there, looking at me with an evil grin upon her lips. The imploding feeling faded away, and I realized my hair was shorter, and my bangs hung in my eyes a little instead of all going to one side.

The machine opened and as we walked out, I saw my reflection in the metal walls. My hair was a lighter blonde and whatever happened to my face had left scars. Normal pinkish scars ran from the tops of my cheeks and ran over my eyelids and curved toward the middle of my forehead, about an inch away from meeting. The burned skin, however, had left black scars. These met the pinkish scars bottoms and curved toward my mouth, each an inch away from touching the corners. For the first time in years, I could see my face without a curtain of hair in front of it. I was actually kind of pretty. It was odd, but the scars didn't diminish the beauty of my face, in fact they seemed to enhance it. I was in a black and grey dress. A red heart was attatched to one side at the waist and grey ribbon hung from it. The top was black and the bottom, ruffles that were short on one side, and got longer on the other, were black and grey. I also had black high heels.

The new girl, who seemed to come from my heart, turned to me, still smirking, and barked out, "Gonna admire yourself all day or are you gonna get your ass out here?" I rolled my eyes and followed her, surprised at how calmly I was taking this whole I relaxed, I noticed the dress turned into a dark grey tube top with black hearts on it, floating up like bubbles on the bottom left side, and a pair of capris and sneakers. As we exited we saw the green woman standing there. She smirked, gestured to the girl and said, "I'm sure you know what must be done?" The girl nodded and turned towards me. She had very short spiky hair on the back of her head. That part of her hair was purple. As it went towards the front though, it got longer and longer until it was almost touching the floor. That part was black. Apparently, the scars that now covered the sides of my face, had not been transferred to her. Her eyes were purple and her lips black. She wore knee-high black boots with purple laces, and a black and purple tank top that stopped juust above her bellybutton, and a black skirt with a purple belt. The skirt was very short on one side, and got longer as it went to the other side. In one hand she held a wand, and the other had a black glove that appeared to be made of dragon hide, but I couldn't be sure.

She pointed the wand at me and I stepped back, remembering dropping mine back at the house. "Wait! What are you doing?" She lowered her wand, laughing in a way that would have chilled even my father's blood. "Well, your purpose has been served. We needed a powerful heartless, not a powerful nobody." I stared, having no idea what she was talking about. She laughed again. "Don't worry about it, you won't need to know in a few minutes." She shot a spell at me, without thinking, I lept out of the way, hiding behind the machine. She laughed again, and said in a sickly sweet voice "Aww, what's the matter? Don't you wanna be with Kyle again?" I racked my brain. Who was Kyle? I knew a Kyle? What did she mean "be with him"? I didn't know a Kyle. Not that I could remember anyway. "I don't know who you're talking about! I've never met a Kyle." The green woman stated matter-of-factly, "When a heartless and nobody are extracted this way, not only do the nobodies actually keep their hearts, sometimes bits of their memory fade away." The girl rolled her eyes. "Of course, ruin all the fun why dontcha?" She sighed and walked around the machine. I jumped up, trying to think of how to defend myself. I had to stall for time.

"Who are you?" She lowered her wand, a malicious look gleaming in her eye. "I am everything your father wanted you to be. I would not be abused and pushed around by him. I would be praised and loved. I would be worth his time!" I threw a punch at her face and she dodged it easily. "Ah, feeling a little touchy are we? Alright, I'll get to the point. I am a better you. I am Darxetta, the most powerful Heartless to ever exist!" I still hadn;t thought of anything so I asked, "What is a heartless?" She rolled her eyes. "Your very own father was one and you don't know? Wow, you really are thick. A heartless is a creature that is the result of someone losing their heart to darkness. Unlike a nobody, they can come from even the weakest of hearts." I opened my mouth to ask but she interrupted me. "Before you ask another stupid question, a nobody is what you are. The product of a very powerful heart being taken. The leftover body takes on a mind of it's own. Unlike most nobodies, however, you still have your heart because of the way you were made. "

I had no more questions and she had her wand pointed at me again. "Now that you know everything you wanted to know, I think I'll just finish you off now." I tried to throw another punch at her, as i did, a microphone stand materialized in my hand. The momentum of my hand kept it going, even though I wasn't controlling it anymore because I was in a state of shock. The bottom of it struck her, knocking her backwards. As I set it down to examine it, a microphone with a long cord that didn't plug into anything appeared. An electric guitar found it's way slung across my back and something appaeared behind my ear. I pulled it out and found that it was a paintbrush. I was confused. Music and art were things that I was great at, but how were they supposed to help me fight? Also, my outfit had changed again. Now it was a hot pink tube top with a short black jacket over it. A short black skirt, and knee-high black boots with hot pink laces.I tried singing into the microphone, just the "." Beginning to my favorite song "Sanctuary". Sound waves flew at Darxetta, knocking her over again. I stood, shocked. These weren't like the music and art stuff I had at home. As she got up, I swung the stand at her again, realizing too late that she was too far to hit, and the momentum would keep me going, giving her an open shot at my back. I willed the stand to do something, anything and suddenly, bladed discs shot out of the bottom. She dodged them and shot another spell, which I sent back at her with another chorus of "."

Without thinking at this point, I swung the guitar around and played a power chord. A shockwave sent her flying through the air. While she was recuperating, I pulled out the paintbrush and tried painting something in midair, something simple, a slingshot and a rock. When I finished, they fell to the ground, as real as my guitar and microphone. Before I could do anything, however, a portal opened, through it I could see a dark, deserted city street and a black building. A black gloved hand reached through and grabbed me, dragging me through. The portal closed behind me, Just as Darxetta was getting up.