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A/N: Lol... I did this fic like a year ago but I've decided to go back and revamp it a little. I'm having a hard time writing my other fic but maybe this one will be better. Anywhoo review please!! I was going back and reading all the reviews I got... Ahh it was magical. Review now or Riku'll cut you with his little eye-wing swordie thingy Bye!

All around me, it's so dark. I can't see a thing. The ground underneath me is uneven. I run; stumbling, falling. I feel the ground underneath my fingertips; not rough, but certainly not smooth, not hard but not soft either. Just there, underneath me. Even I am denied that simple pleasure, here, in this godforsaken place. The right to feel anything or see anything... Nothing else matters in this dark world. I am forbidden everything, but the darkness.

It's an endless walk. There are no walls. Just a ceaseless abyss of never ending darkness. And I, I stumble around, eternally lost. Always looking, never finding. You could run for a thousand miles and still find nothing and no one. I'm eternally lost in the dark.

Thoughts, keep flashing through my mind. I remember a place. A place where there were children laughing and playing. Beautiful, shimmering oceans rolling out into the distance. I remember a face. The face of a young boy, with soft peach skin, and the bluest eyes you could ever see. He had a grin that stretched from ear to ear. He had that kind of face, that kind of smile, that instantly brightens up your day. It was easy to see, he loved life.

"Who is that??" I ask myself slowly. In this abandoned place, there is no one to talk to and often, I talk to myself. It never occurs to me that it is pure madness to talk to one's self. In this darkness, I would do anything for a friend.

The name of the boy comes to mind, but is instantly lost in the insanity of my mind. It's memory stays, teasing me indefinently with the knowledge of something I know, but do not. It's almost on my lips and still I cannot get it. It's at the edge of my memory. A memory long forgotten...

It's hard to remember anything but my dark prison. Oh how I wish to be free! Remembering that face, I can't help but wonder. I couldn't have always been here, right? There must have been something before this darkness. Some other life. When did I come to be here?? How did I get here?? What could I have done that could ever justify putting me into this dark, miserable cage. A cage where I cannot see, cannot taste, and cannot touch.

Food? What is food?? I don't eat. I don't drink. I don't feel. I don't live. All I know is the endless walking of this black world. And never, have I ever met anyone else here. How long have I have been here? I don't know... There is no night here, no day. There's nothing but the endless walk. Over all the time I've been here, I've never reached out a hand and felt anything, but the air. Nothing, but the hard ground and the air.

My life is miserable. My memories… they come and go. Every minute I stay here, I can feel them, my precious memories being sucked away. Leaving me…leaving me… with nothing. There is no past, no future, just now. It reaches on and on, a gloomy, hopeless abyss.

It reaches on as... as far as the eye can see? But I cannot see. So I suppose I cannot say that. It rolls on and on without end, a ceaseless plain of ground to be walked. I could say I am lost. But I suppose, to be lost, one must have a destination. So I cannot be lost. I am... just here.

Another face slips into memory. This one is a girl, I think. She's young, with flawless ivory skin, beautiful indigo eyes and a soft, smiling face. Straight red hair curls around her face like a halo. To me... she looks like an angel. An angel of sanity. To keep me from losing my mind in this horrible place.

Who is she?? Always, always I ask! But never can I remember… Did I used to are for her? Were we lovers? ...I don't know. I feel as if there's something tugging at my memory. Something I need to remember. That I must remember. Who are these people that keep flashing through my thoughts?!

I remember a battle. The boy from before, the one that loves life; he's fighting someone. A man, with long silver hair and sinister eyes. Why does he look so familiar? He has a face full of hate, and corruption. Seeing this man, it stirs up something inside me. Anger. Horror. Pain. This man put me here, I know it. This man put me in this hellhole. A name comes to mind. Ansem.

And then another flashback takes me. I remember lots of shining beautiful light. Standing in front, and taking one last look at the world I'm about to leave behind. I remember seeing the young boy, pull the girl, Kairi, into his arms. I remember looking at them from afar. Seeing how happy they were together and knowing I did not belong. I turn back toward the light, and I shut the doors. The doors to my old life. I shut them, and I trap myself in the burning place of life. But it's not just light. It's darkness too. And after that, I remember nothing.

Somehow, in my search for freedom, I enslaved myself. I took the wrong path. And the boy, Sora, became the hero. The Keyblade Master. I chose the darkness; I stepped away from the light. And Sora stole my place, as the hero.

This is my punishment. My punishment for being a fool, for going the wrong way. I had good intentions, but also… I had dark ambitions.

But still, a thought plagues me. If I locked myself into the shining abyss of light, then why am I here now? Why am I trapped in a place where light does not even exist? Something must have gone wrong. Something must have gone terribly wrong. This is not the shining place. This is...this is...Hell.

I take a step forward, slipping on the cold ground and falling flat onto my face. My head starts to pound as I reach up with one hand and slowly touch the spot on my head. My fingers come back feeling wet and sticky. I am... bleeding. The word seems odd to me. Bleeding... That would make the wet sticky stuff on my head and fingers...blood.

This wasn't the first time. In fact, it happened quite often... I stay down on the ground, waiting for my head to stop throbbing. I shut my eyes as nausea started to rise up in my throat. Slowly, the pain begins to ebb away, but I feel sick to my stomach. I slowly brace one hand against the ground as I haul myself to my feet. I wobble slightly, still determined to go forward.

All of a sudden, the world around me flashes with an unearthly white. I rise up into the air, closing my eyes, as the bright light fills me, seeping into my eyes and mouth. I scream out in agony as my eyes burn into my head. I try to close my eyes, but it's no use. The light still flashes through them, burning burning burning inside me. I scream again and again, my ears feeling as if they'll explode from the sound. Before this, my poor unused ears had never even heard anything louder then a whisper. Over the years in the darkness, they have grown sensitive to even the sound of my feet shuffling over the floor. The pain of my eyes and ears is unbearable. And then suddenly, I am granted mercy and the whole world went black again. And I am falling... falling down...and I lay there, broken and bruised, unconscious. And for once in my life, I feel free…

Hey ya'll! What'd ya think? I mean it's practically the same as before I just added in a little junk. Damnit...I wanted to make it longer!! Hopefully the next one will be longer. If you have any questions or just wanna chat my email address is Antiheroine912 that's the same as my AIM name too for all you AOL junkies. Like me Anyhow!! See ya next chapter! Bye!