Roxas
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As I walked down the hallway soaked wet and embarrassed, I angrily reflected on what had just happened. Larxene, that sadistic blonde,had thought it would be funny to dump a bucket ofwater upon my head when I walked into the kitchen to grab a quick to my humiliated frustration, everybody had thought that the prank was hilarious. Fuming, I turned the corner of the hallway and balled my fists.
I really hated the other Nobodies in the Castle; I wanted them all to die, and I think it was about time I took matters into my own hands.
I realized that using a corridor of Darkness would have been faster, but I needed to release the unnatural anger I felt in some way. The walking helped relieve some of the irrational emotion, emotion I knew I should not be feeling. I reached under my pillow and grabbed thelarge knife I had kept there for last-resort protection I walked back to my room and changed out of my sodden cloak; I realized that using a Corridor: I was wary of intruders trespassing into my room while I was sleeping, when I was most vulnerable. I smiled cruelly as I examined the fine blade and contemplated who to take out first. I shrugged as I supposed that I would take out Number XIII and move my way upwards. I smirked and left the room.
I walked down the hallway until I reached Roxas's room. I hid the knife up my coat sleeve, careful not to cut myself, and knocked on the door. A voice from within called out, "Come in!" I walked in with deliberate, thoughtful steps, and closed the door behind me, locking it behind my back. Roxas was lying on his bed; face propped up on his hands, and was watching TV. For a moment, I wondered why the little Nobody had such a device in his room: the Organization was about working to regain our hearts, not idly waste time watching images on a screen. Did the Superior know of this? I shook my head of these thoughts as I said "Hello, Roxas." Roxas glanced at me and laughed.
"Still soaked, Zexion?" I glared at him and calmly replied with a curt tone.
" all of you a part of this prank?" Roxas grinned. It was obnoxious sight.
"Yeah!" he replied. "Everybody, and I mean everybody was in on it." I looked down and sighed as he turned back towards the television. That meant the whole organization would have to go.
Oh well; at least it would be quiet, enabling me to peacefully and leisurely read my numerous books.
I smiled and began to laugh sinisterly. Roxas looked at me again, this time with no trace of humor or mirth on his face. Rather, he looked nervous, and fear reflected back at me from the special little Nobody's cerulean eyes.
"Zexion, are you okay?" I glanced back upat him again and silenced my laughter, Returning my expression to its natural, cold, calm, and collected default.
"Yes. I feel more then just okay, but I feel bad for you." Roxas's eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"Why?" I smirked coldly at his bewildered expression.
"Because," I said, "if you had never been a part of that nasty prank, then you would have made it." Roxas got up off the bed and began backing up to the wall as I advanced slowly towards him.
"W-what do you mean?" I pressed him up against the wall, and lowered my head next to his, so that my lips ghosted his ear and my layered, slate bangs brushed against his cheek, as I whispered, "You might have not died," into his ear. Roxas gasped and paled in fear as I pulled out the knife from my sleeve and rammed it through him, burying the knife up to the hilt in his slender body.
Foolish boy, I thought. He could have gotten away instead of stopping to chat.
He let out a sharp gasp as I twisted the handle of the blade and pulled out the knife. His pale face turned whiter as he looked at theopen, bleeding wound, then back up at me.
"W-why?" Damn, I swore mentally. Not deep enough. I hadn't chosen a long enough blade to run him through his stomach. Ideally, it should have also gone through his diaphragm and rendered him unable to speak, but too late now.
Roxas held the wound with one hand and thrust his other hand down. The Keyblade appeared in his hand with a flash of light. Ibarked out a mirthless laugh.
"It's no use; you are simply much too weak." But Roxas was desperate, and charged at me with a recklessswipe. I ducked and jabbed hard him hard in the rib, causing him to gasp and stagger back. I gruntedin frustration.
"Why won't you die?" He gripped the Keyblade tighter in response and prepared to charge at me again.
"Zexion, why are you doing this?" He looked hurt and betrayed, as well as in physical pain. Anger bubbled closely beneath the surface as well. He was very close to unlocking his Limit Break. I growled at him.
"I am doing this so that next time, you won't be part of any horrible, humiliating prank."
Roxas coughed and spat out blood, looking at me incredulously, face contorted with pain and disbelief.
"This is all because of that prank?"I nodded. "So, you're going to kill everyone because ofthat prank?" I shook my head in anger and slammed him back against the wall.
"That's not the main reason, Roxas. The main reason is because I am sick of everyone mistreating, humiliating, and disrespecting me. You ridicule me and play horrible and hurtful tricks for amusement. That is why you're all going to die."
He gasped and said, "I have to tell the others," and began stumbling towards the door. I blocked the door, standing in front of him, and crossed my arms with a smirk.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." I smiled. "It must be terrible to be you right now Roxas."
"Zexion, you're not a good fighter," he coughed out, spitting blood at my face. I smiled coldly and wiped the spittle off.
"You'd be surprised about what I can do." With a yell, Roxas charged once more raised his weapon to attack me. I twisted to the side and stabbed him with my knife so hard that it went right through him. I smirked as Roxas doubled over and spat out blood, suppressing his writhes with great difficulty.
"I'm so sorry, Roxas. You must understand; it had to be done." Roxas looked up at me, sadness in his azure eyes; it seemed as though he knew that he would die, and barely had any strength left to do anything else other than give me a pitiful, pathetic look, not unlike that of a kicked puppy. I sighed; he was starting to make me feel the slightest hints of remorse by looking into his blue eyes. I turned my head away.
Kindly refrain from looking at me like that... Roxas." I sighed and took out the knife, sliding it from his body cleanly, as though he was meant to be its sheath; he crumpled to the ground in an ungainly heap with a soft whump.
I watched as he began to fade away, his oceanic eyes fluttering closed in a pained expression as the tendrils of darkness began to consume his body. It did not take long at all for him to disappear completely; the darkness claimed another prize once more.
With a shrug, I turned around and grabbed a tissue off of his dresser to wipe the blood off of my knife; once I was satisfied with its condition, I took another handful of tissue and began mopping up the mess Roxas had made, which, fortunately for me, wasn't that hard to do.
I walked back to my room once all traces of evidence had been cleaned away, and closed the door behind me. I placed the knife under my pillow, and then quickly removed it. I then put it under my mattress; if someone were to sneak into me room and see it... I couldn't have that. With a great sigh,I sat down on my bed. The remorse I had felt earlier began creeping up on me again: I had just killed Roxas, who was only a child. I sighed and looked down at my folded hands, when asudden teardropslipped down the side of my face.
I gasped in shock and touched the mycheek.
How was that possible? I was supposed to have no emotions; none of us Nobodies were. We could feign emotions, drawing from our memories of our Somebodies' lives, and fool others as well as ourselves, but a tear was a sign of emotion no Nobody could being around Roxas, as he had emotions and a heart, had given me temporary emotions. I sighed. None of this made any sense to me. I shook my head, zipped off my coat, and threw it in thelaundry hamper. I then took off my boots, shirt, pants, and underwear, and tossed those articles of clothing into the bin as well. Stepping into my bathroom, I shivered at the cold tiles underneath my feet, and entered the shower, closing the curtains, but leaving just enough space for me to be able to see the door, just in case.
I turned the faucets, and sighed as water came rushing hot water on my back feltwonderful, taking away a lot of stress with it. As I washed up, I contemplated my next kill.
That would be twelve, Larxene. Great, I thought. Fighting Larxene would not be easy.
I'll have to be quick, I decided, lathering up with scentless shampoo. My illusions would serve as a distraction while I attacked her with my Lexicon. And then I'll have to get rid of Marluxia... Damn. Marluxia would be hardto eliminate: he was a strong fighter, and always put up a good fight when training. I sighed, the steam in the room mimicking me.
Lexaeus would have to go as well, as he was in on the prank. I briefly wondered if I was going too far, overreacting, but- No, no, I mustn't think like that. I smirked.
It was ironic how a prank would lead to everyone's destruction. I laughed, and instantly stopped, surprised at the sound coming out of my mouth. Now that one was real laugh.
Being around Roxas MUST have given me some temporary control of true emotion. I groaned: as much as I wanted my heart back, for the moment, I couldn't afford to have emotion right now.
I would feel guilt at their deaths, and that would ruin my plans. Iturned off the faucets, stepped out of the shower cubicle, and dried myself off with my towel. Shrugging on my night clothes, I lay down on my bed and quickly fell asleep.
It had to be done.
Once again I would like to thank MidnightSchemer13 for this wonderful Chapter Couldn't have done it without you. :)
-Zexion12
