A/N: Alright this is the first actual story I've ever submitted for other people to read...so please don't kill me. This is only the prologue. The rest of the story is still in progress.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I only manipulate them.
A cold, sinister wind blew through the streets of Twilight Town. A month had passed since everything had changed. The once busy streets were empty, giving the appearance of a ghost town. The residents stayed hidden inside houses for fear they would be the next to fall prey to her. That devil in disguise, the proverbial wolf in sheep's clothing. Her innocent face and sweet act had fooled them all as she stained her hands with the blood of people she had once called friend. As the sun began to sink low on the horizon, she walked towards the cliffs and looked down over them to the jagged rocks below. A single key hung from a chain that she held in her shaking hand, it was number 15, the last of the bloody keys, and it had cost her everything she held dear to retrieve it.
"I-I can't live with your blood on my hands…I just can't….Riku…Sora…and even Namine…I didn't want you to get hurt…" She said to herself as tears fell from cold, almost lifeless blue eyes. She closed her eyes tightly, "I…shouldn't have let this get so out of hand…" A shaking hand raised the key; stained in the blood of the people she had been closest too, up to eye level. She lowered it again, unable to bear looking at it, and found herself standing at the edge of the cliffs. Eyes closed tightly again, she remember what had started all this, causing her to hug her coat close to her body, but not from the cold.
End Notes: Well that's it. Any constructive criticism is welcome. Sorry this is so short but I didn't want to give anything away just yet.