He put up a fight, his silver hair flying wildly with each attack. He put on a brave face, though he was breaking inside. His best friend was gone, taken by them - the Heartless. Again. After he had promised to keep the younger boy safe.
He was outnumbered twenty-thousand to one, but he kept fighting. Anyone who saw said he looked valiant, a brave soldier in the time of war.
His chest ached with the loss, but he couldn't stop. He wanted to avenge the brunette's murder. Half-murder, since his other returned.
It wasn't fair! Why was it the sweet, spiky-haired brunette, the one worthy of everything, had to die; while he, one worthy of nothing, got to live?
He didn't deserve this life, that's what he believed.
He had failed. He had to fix it. He couldn't let his friend's demise go without his revenge.
Sweat dripped from his brow. He couldn't do this much longer. There were so many of them.
It was an accident. His last move left him open, defenseless, for just a second. In that second, one of them got him from behind.
He fell to the ground, and, for the first time in years, he allowed tears to fall from his eyes. His body lay there for only a short time, finally fading as his consciousness slowly became black.
In a world far away, a figure materialized.
The silver-haired boy opened his aquamarine eyes.
I wrote this a while ago, and originally posted it on DeviantArt as Nytemair-Of-Darkness. I'm not sure whether I'll make this multichaptered, but if you want me to, I'll try. Just hit the button & review or send me a message. Flames will be given to Axel to roast marshmallows for the s'mores on our huge (made up) camping trip.
Ciao, the PyroScorpion