The Heartless stalked their unaware victim. Their prey was a boy whose silver hair glinted in the moonlight as he strode along the alleyway. The dark shadows moved soundlessly over the walls and upon the stone pathway behind the boy. Their target walked into an alleyway. Now the Heartless had an opportunity, they surrounded their victim with malicious determination. They felt the boy's heart; it was strong. It was the perfect meal for a Heartless.
A Large Body Heartless appeared before their victim. His fifteen-year-old dark blue eyes flickered in fear and indecision. He turned to run, but found himself confronted by Shadow and Soldier Heartless. He was trapped and knew there was no escape. His mind scrambled in his fear-triggered indecisiveness. He slowly came upon the answer. He would fight.
Before he had time to react, the Heartless were upon him. Shadows swarmed over him, Soldiers spun clumsily at him and the Large Body rushed closer. The painful blows hurt not his body, but his soul. His spirit wore down. He couldn't take much more of this pain. And then…
He could feel the cold…
He could feel…
Xaik felt himself fall into darkness. He felt a searing pain in his chest, but couldn't make sense of it. He watched as his heart leave his body, and felt a dark presence divide itself from his mind.
He came to rest upon the stone pathway on which the Heartless had attacked him. He should feel anger. He should feel sadness. He should feel hate. Why could he not feel? The confusion in his mind triggered his form to respond. He sensed a new object in his hand. A shadow of a sword prickled his cold hand. He sensed the sword; he sensed the power he now had. He had the capacity for the revenge he sought he could strike fear into those who had hurt him and not feel a thing. He could destroy the Heartless; he could do so much now.
He could not understand though, why had this happened? What had truly happened to him? He wished the emptiness to leave; he wished to feel, but nothing remained within him to feel. He knew he could fake his emotions, if only he could fool himself.
His mind calmed with tremendous ease. There were no emotions left. He was an empty shell. He knew that he could wait, he could wait forever; instinctively he knew that tomorrow he could find the answers to this madness. His intuition told him that something would happen soon, so very soon. By that time he would be ready, he knew that beyond his small town there were hordes of Heartless, and countless victims, such as himself.
His meticulous mind now picked up on a target in his new quest for revenge. His sword called for the flesh of the Heartless, it wished to feast on the turmoil of battle. The thirst would be quenched.
Xaik walked out into the shadows of his personal abyss, would he ever be able to feel, truly feel, again?
